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Chapter 135 On Being a Dog, How Can I Compare to You?
Strictly speaking, it wasn't really a slap. A soft palm lightly brushed against Huo Jingcheng's neck, followed by a glare from Su Ruoyun, which sounded more like a coquettish reproach.

In the quiet study, a crisp "smack" suddenly rang out, spreading rapidly through the air. Su Ruoyun regretted hitting him as soon as she did so.

Being slapped without warning, Huo Jingcheng's first reaction wasn't anger, but rather to raise his hand and press the mute button to prevent the sound from reaching Su Mingyan's ears on the other end.

However, there is always a slight time difference in the transmission of brain signals.

The sound of a slap is distinct and unique, making it easy to recognize.

Seeing that the phone was muted, Su Ruoyun frowned, raised her index finger slightly, and poked Huo Jingcheng's chest, saying indignantly, "How could you say such a thing about my brother?"

Huo Jingcheng looked completely innocent and couldn't help but defend himself, "He used to say the same thing about me."

His eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, shimmering with red, making him look exactly like a pitiful little dog who had been wronged.

Su Ruoyun looked incredulous. "You're lying. My brother would never be like you."

Before Su Ruoyun could finish speaking, a flippant and mocking snort cut her off.

“When it comes to being a dog, how can I compare to you?” Su Mingyan said meaningfully, leaning back lazily in his chair, his long legs, encased in trousers, naturally crossed.

"..." Su Ruoyun.

"..." Huo Jingcheng.

These words were a strong counterattack on one hand, and a subtle jab at Huo Jingcheng on the other, implying that he had just been slapped like a puppy.

All three were intelligent people and they all understood these two meanings.

Huo Jingcheng sneered, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. He pressed a key on the keyboard, decisively ending the video call, and turned back to 'settle accounts' with Su Ruoyun.

In contrast, Su Ruoyun had droopy ears, her head hung low, and her fingers unconsciously fiddled with his precious buttons.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Huo Jingcheng's face. She bit her lower lip lightly, her rouge-colored lips turning slightly pale. She felt a little guilty, her eyes darting around, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Who knew that the two of them would get along like this? Su Ruoyun muttered to herself.

"You hit me again?" Huo Jingcheng asked, "Are you really only this aggressive in front of me?"

His tone carried a hint of danger, and his sharp eyes were fixed on the person in front of him.

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun shifted her body, changed her sitting posture, slowly raised her knees, and placed them on Huo Jingcheng's thighs, facing him. She knelt between his legs, wrapped her soft arms around the man's neck, and obediently admitted her mistake.

Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to protect Su Ruoyun from slipping off his lap, and said slowly, "Then I'll reluctantly forgive you."

This sentence is a return to Su Ruojun's "reluctantly agreeing" from last night.

……

Huo Jingcheng finished his business the following afternoon. Taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun, the two drove to the renowned Sunset Boulevard.

This 35-kilometer-long road is a landmark that is the soul of Hollywood movies.

The road is lined with rows of palm trees and neon movie billboards. The azure sea stretches to the horizon, and in the distance, a small white sailboat floats leisurely on the shimmering water.

The sky transitioned from a bright orange-red to a pale pinkish-purple, and cars were neatly parked on both sides of the street. The houses were arranged in a staggered pattern, complementing the tall and straight palm trees and low-lying green plants.

As the evening heat dissipates and a cool sea breeze blows, it feels unreal, like living in a Hollywood movie.

To watch the sunset, Su Ruoyun and Huo Jingcheng specially switched to a convertible sports car. The Porsche was parked by the street. Su Ruoyun took off her shoes and stepped barefoot on the leather seats. Her white skirt fluttered wildly in the sea breeze, vaguely revealing her slender ankles. She held onto the roof of the car with both hands.

Huo Jingcheng got out of the car, stood tall outside, lit a cigarette for himself, and slowly smoked it with one hand in his pocket.

The sun sets very quickly, disappearing below the horizon in about half an hour.

Su Ruoyun rested her head on the back of her clasped hands, her smooth long hair gently lifted by the sea breeze. She slowly adjusted her posture, bringing her gaze level with the sea surface.

The last rays of light left before the sun disappears are not red, but green.

The green light is rare; it's the last ray of light before sunset, and it will make you understand...

If you see the green light at the last moment of sunset, you can understand your own heart and the heart of the other person. Whoever is lucky enough to see the green light will find happiness.

……

Because Su Ruoyun liked it, Huo Jingcheng had the manor's servants pick fruit from the orchard, pack it into boxes, put it on a Gulfstream G700, and airlift it back to China.

However, Su Ruoyun developed a fever on the very night she returned to China; to be precise, it was a high fever caused by heatstroke.

When we took off, the highest temperature in Los Angeles that day was 25°C, but when we landed in Beijing, the temperature reached 35°C. A wave of heat hit us and engulfed our entire bodies.

She landed at 22:30 Beijing time. Su Ruoyun looked listless, her face scrunched up even in her sleep.

Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to touch her brow, not wanting to disturb Su Ruoyun's rest. He bent down, picked her up, and carried her into the car. The driver started the engine and drove towards Xiyuan.

It was in the middle of the night that I noticed Su Ruoyun's abnormal body temperature.

The little one in his arms was unusually hot. He raised his hand and gently touched Su Ruoyun's forehead and cheeks. Her breath was scalding hot, almost burning his palm.

Without the slightest hesitation, Huo Jingcheng threw off the covers, got up, grabbed the silk robe from the bench at the foot of the bed, put it on casually, and hurried downstairs. He took out an ear thermometer from the first-aid kit and then went upstairs to take Su Ruoyun's temperature.

39.8℃, high fever.

Su Ruoyun was delirious with fever, her thoughts were muddled, her hands and feet were ice cold, but her cheeks were unusually hot. She felt uncomfortable all over, a kind of discomfort that made her bones ache.

She tried to open her eyes groggily, but her heavy eyelids prevented her from doing so. Sobs escaped her lips one after another. Unable to maintain her supine position, she could only lie on her side, bent over, with her legs curled up, like a wounded little cub protecting itself.

Huo Jingcheng called the family doctor, and two doctors, a man and a woman, came, both wearing white coats.

The two said in unison, "President Huo."

Huo Jingcheng crossed his arms, nodded, and then gestured for the female doctor to come inside.

A short while later, the female doctor came out and told Huo Jingcheng that he had a fever and needed an injection, but Su Ruoyun was extremely uncooperative.

"Injection? What kind of injection?" Huo Jingcheng squinted and turned to look at the female doctor.

The female doctor gave a polite smile.

……

"I don't want to get a shot! I'm not five months old or five years old anymore, I'm already twenty-five! I don't want a shot in my butt..."

Su Ruoyun curled up in the blankets, crying her heart out. Her once fair and clear face had turned into a sickly, feverish red.

"The green light is rare; seeing it allows one to understand one's own heart and the hearts of others. Whoever is fortunate enough to see the green light will find happiness." — Jules Verne, *The Green Light*