How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 41: She Acts Spoiled in His Arms

Pei Shu’er showed great concern for Tang Qinghua’s well-being.

"Sister, if you want to hit me, that’s fine, but why did you fall into the river? I thought you knew it was the riverbank. You see, no one from your family reminded you."

The implication being, you and your family don’t care about you, so how could you blame an outsider like her?

Tang Qinghua angrily replied, "Pei Shu’er, stop trying to weasel out of it. I saw you stomped on the dirt on purpose, making me fall into the water."

"Sister, I didn’t. You can ask others if I stomped or not."

Pei Shu’er looked innocent and aggrieved, her eyes reddening.

She finally sighed, seemingly not wanting to quarrel further with Tang Qinghua.

Everyone felt even more sympathetic towards Pei Shu’er.

After all, only she and Tang Qinghua saw her stomp on the ground.

After saying this, Pei Shu’er even handed a blood-circulation medicine to Tang Qinghua, knowing she’s on her period, ensuring she’d bleed excessively after drinking it.

"This is for treating colds; sister can drink it to prevent getting sick from the wind."

She knew Tang Qinghua would definitely drink it.

Pei Shu’er was both the good and the bad person, with the naive praising her while unaware of the truth.

"Miss Pei is too kind. If it was me, I would have thrown Tang Qinghua into the river again."

"Tang Qinghua doesn’t know gratitude; she just wronged Miss Pei. I didn’t see Miss Pei stomp."

"To accuse unjustly, why lack a pretext? It’s Miss Pei’s misfortune to have such relatives."

When Pei Shu’er saw she had achieved her purpose, she returned to the fire, feeling extremely cold, as she was still shivering.

But if she didn’t severely punish Tang Qinghua, she wouldn’t be satisfied.

She had always been like this, responding with more kindness than received.

Pei Shu’er sat by the fire, still shivering.

Liu Xu came with blankets and dry clothes, softly nagging nearby.

"Quick, change your clothes first if you want to speak with Tang Qinghua."

Pei Shu’er was comforted by her mother, who was gentle and a bit nagging, too.

She changed into dry clothes under the blanket and fell asleep there, clutching the blanket.

By dinner, Pei Shu’er had developed a high fever, half-conscious as if back in modern times.

Tang Zan was sent by Liu Xu to bring Pei Shu’er food; as he crouched, Pei Shu’er grabbed him.

Pei Shu’er’s fingers were burning hot, almost scorching.

While sick, she was especially clingy, often sticking to her mother, mistakenly recognizing Tang Zan as her mother.

"Don’t go,"

Her voice was soft, with a nasal tinge, as if playfully pleading.

Tang Zan could easily break free, but he hesitated for a moment.

With that hesitation, Pei Shu’er, confused, leaned closer, snuggling in his arms, feeling uncomfortable, fidgeting for a more comfortable position.

Tang Zan sensed the heat source, gently pushing Pei Shu’er.

Pei Shu’er whimpered aggrievedly, holding onto Tang Zan.

"So cold."

Tang Zan looked at Pei Shu’er, her face reddened, pitiful, softening part of his heart.

Pei Shu’er had always been assertive, rarely initiating close interactions like this, leaving him at a loss, yet there was an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

Seeing Pei Shu’er trembling in his arms, he inexplicably pulled the blanket over her.

Then he attempted to leave.

Pei Shu’er, like an octopus, clung to him, sensing his intention to leave, pulling him to the ground, rubbing her head against his chest again.

She’s really sticky!

Before him appeared Pei Shu’er’s snowy and stunning face, eyes watery, dazed, nose slightly red.

Her burning body heat seeped through the fabric, blanking Tang Zan’s mind.

He felt at a loss.

This wasn’t the Pei Shu’er he knew.

Now Pei Shu’er’s temperature was frighteningly hot.

Yet she kept murmuring about feeling cold.

Fortunately, they were in a sheltered, concealed place, unnoticed by others.

Tang Zan let Pei Shu’er hold him, feeling her vulnerability for the first time.

Not sure why, he found himself reluctant to let go.

Perhaps the warmth was intoxicating on this winter night.

Tang Zan leaned against a tree, holding the soft, warm Pei Shu’er in his arms, her faint floral scent engulfing him.

So, he’d stay a while longer.

When Pei Shu’er awoke, she felt better, with a damp cloth on her forehead for reducing the fever.

She thought she was delirious earlier, as if returned to modern times, only when sick she could briefly act spoiled with her mother.

Upon waking, finding herself alone in the blanket, it was probably an illusion.

She removed the cloth, took an antipyretic with Spiritual Spring Water from her space.

She hadn’t expected to have such a severe fever after falling in the water, rendering her unconscious.

Pei Shu’er looked at Lin Yu approaching, smiling, handing him the cloth.

"Thank you."

Turns out Lin Yu had helped her with the cold compress, or she might not have woken up.

Grateful, she smiled gently.

Lin Yu paused, taking the cloth, wetting it again, handing it back to Pei Shu’er.

Pei Shu’er took it, covering her forehead again, falling asleep without eating anything.

Tang Zan was watching, seeing Pei Shu’er awaken, smiling so gently at Lin Yu.

He accidentally broke the wooden stick in his hand.

Earlier she pulled him with affection, now she smiled at Lin Yu.

His eyes darkened, chest feeling stifled.

He swore never to show her pity again.

Anyway, she treated every man like this.

He shouldn’t have let her keep burning!

Pei Shu’er awoke at midnight, hunger waking her.

Liu Xu slept next to Pei Shu’er, helping her up, serving porridge still cooking on the pot.

Pei Shu’er smiled as she took it, feeling much better after the warm porridge.

She felt touched, knowing Liu Xu had been monitoring her condition, waking quickly to her needs.

This mother-in-law of hers was really kind.

Gentle, understanding, also beautiful and smart,

only, her husband was a bit indifferent.

A bit perverse.

A bit scary.