TPWNDHAYD Chapter 9

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"I took some medicine," Wu Ming replied weakly, barely able to stand. Qin Kong quickly reached out to support him.

"Did you check your temperature?"

"No."

Qin Kong helped Wu Ming sit down in the living room, feeling deeply concerned. This person seemed to be living well, yet he didn’t know how to take care of himself at all! He hurriedly asked, "Where’s the thermometer?"

Wu Ming pointed to a cabinet in the living room. "There’s a medicine box inside..."

Qin Kong walked over, opened the medicine box, found the thermometer, and quickly placed it under Wu Ming’s arm.

Five minutes later, he took it out and checked—39°C. My god, such a high fever! He immediately said, "No, we have to go see a doctor right now. Come on, I’ll take you."

Wu Ming hadn’t expected it to be so serious. It seemed that people who rarely got sick would have it really bad when they finally did. Knowing he couldn’t afford to delay, he nodded and let Qin Kong help him out.

As they reached the living room, Wu Ming suddenly remembered something. He nudged Qin Kong and said, "My health insurance card! I forgot to take it!"

"Where is it? I’ll get it."

"In the drawer of my desk in my room!"

"Wait here." Qin Kong helped Wu Ming sit back down on the sofa before heading into the room. He opened the drawer and found the health insurance card on the left side. As he hurriedly turned to leave, he bumped into the desk, causing a loud "thud"—a picture frame that had been on the desk fell to the ground.

Luckily, it wasn’t broken! He bent down, picked it up, and as he placed it back on the desk, he froze.

It wasn’t a photo—it was a postcard.

He wiped the glass with his sleeve to confirm. Yes, it was a postcard… one that he himself had sent.

The words on it read—

To Wu Ming,

Thank you for your support. I hope you find happiness too!

—CV Qing Kong

It was the postcard he had sent out on his birthday.

That day, he had written many postcards, but he remembered this one clearly—it was the last one he wrote.

It was addressed to a little fan who had always left comments under his Weibo posts, who had always listened to his songs in the streaming channel, who had followed all the audio dramas he had voiced and even wrote long reviews about them. That fan’s username was Wu Ming.

"Qin Kong, did you find it?" Wu Ming’s voice called from outside.

Sending Wu Ming to the hospital was the priority. Qin Kong put the postcard back and said, "Found it! Coming now!"

After bringing Wu Ming to the nearest hospital, the doctor checked his temperature and, assuming Qin Kong was his family member, scolded him with a glare. "Why did you wait so long to bring him in?" The doctor immediately prescribed medication and instructed Qin Kong to take Wu Ming for an IV drip.

By the time the IV was set up, it was already late at night.

Wu Ming, feeling groggy, leaned against Qin Kong’s shoulder, embarrassed. "Sorry for the trouble."

Qin Kong looked at Wu Ming, who was still feverish, his heart aching. "You live alone, but you need to take better care of yourself. If anything happens, just ask me for help. We’re neighbors, it’s no big deal." Then, in his heart, he added: You’re also someone I like.

He carefully wrapped an arm around Wu Ming and continued, "Get some sleep. I’ll call the nurse when it’s time to change the IV."

"Mm." Wu Ming, too exhausted to argue, nodded lightly and closed his eyes.

Only then did Qin Kong truly take a good look at the person leaning against him.

With his eyes closed, his long eyelashes cast a small shadow on his fair skin. His faint breathing gave off a peaceful, gentle feeling. Qin Kong had never observed him this closely before. Normally, he only noticed how shy and bashful Wu Ming looked when he blushed, or how adorable his smile was.

Wu Ming, are you that Wu Ming?

Are you the one who always left comments on my posts?

Qin Kong thought, Whether you are or not, I won’t let go anymore.

By the time Wu Ming recovered, three days had passed.

During those three days, Qin Kong took care of him whenever he had free time.

He cooked, cleaned, and tended to him with meticulous care.

Seeing that Wu Ming had lost weight, he researched nutritious meals online and insisted that Wu Ming eat properly.

Wu Ming repeatedly refused, saying he wasn’t disabled and that he didn’t want to trouble Qin Kong.

But Qin Kong only said, "We’re neighbors, don’t be so formal."

Wu Ming knew that if he refused again, it would seem ungrateful, so he silently accepted.

To take care of Wu Ming, Qin Kong hadn’t sung or recorded any voice dramas these past few days.

He posted on Weibo—

   [CV Qing Kong: "I have some personal matters to attend to, so I won’t be on YY for a while. Don’t wait for me in the channel. Also, to the scriptwriters, please be patient—I’ll submit my recordings later."]

For the first time, Wu Ming didn’t leave a comment. He didn’t know what to say.

He had unexpectedly been referred to as "family" and had been taken care of for several days.

It made him feel a little happy. Even selfishly, he thought—if only I could stay sick forever.

His gaze fell on the postcard on his desk, and he sighed.

Meanwhile, across the hall, Qin Kong quietly followed Wu Ming’s Weibo account, "No Name." He scrolled through every single post from the beginning. There weren’t many, just a few hundred, mostly retweets of global trending topics or memes.

Then, he checked all the comments Wu Ming had left on his own posts—

"It’s getting cold, take care of yourself."

"The weather forecast says it’ll rain tomorrow, bring an umbrella!"

"Silly mom, your singing was great tonight."

…

Reading these warmed Qin Kong’s heart. He also saw some comments referring to him as "the pregnant woman next door," which made him laugh so hard he rolled around on the bed.

Hahaha, Wu Ming is so cute. He calls me a pregnant woman!

Since then, every time he posted on Weibo, he kept refreshing the page—just to wait for Wu Ming’s reply.

He decided that on Qixi Festival, he would confess to Wu Ming. If it weren’t for the fact that he wanted to prepare properly and that the timing wasn’t quite right, he would have rushed over right now and knocked on the door to confess.

Smiling to himself, he posted a new Weibo update—

CV Qing Kong: "Looking for ideas—I'm planning to confess on Qixi. Besides roses, what other gifts should I give?"

The replies were filled with blessings and all sorts of gift suggestions. Qin Kong pouted—he was only interested in Wu Ming’s reply.

When Wu Ming saw the post, his heart ached. His jealousy surged as he hugged his pillow and lay motionless on the bed.

Qing Kong likes someone… Qing Kong likes someone… Qing Kong likes someone…

After snapping out of it, he forced himself to type a response—

   [No Name: "If two people like each other, the gift doesn’t really matter, right?"]

   [Qing Kong replied instantly: "But I don’t know what he likes."]

Wu Ming was stunned for a moment, then sighed. That "he" isn’t me.

He replied: "Since it’s him, then give him a ring. Put it on him yourself. Silly mom, I wish you happiness. ^_^"

Qin Kong snapped his fingers and murmured to himself, "Mm, I’ll give you happiness."

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