Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

The change happened so fast that Lin Qian hadn't even had time to react.

The man's body was already half leaning against her, and the scent of mint wafted over her, carrying an unusual heat that suddenly enveloped her.

Lin Qian was pushed against the wall, and instinctively took the other person's arm, frowning as she asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Shuyan didn't lean all his strength on her; he leaned half against the wall.

His face appeared unusually pale under the light, and fine beads of cold sweat even appeared on his forehead. His usually gentle and clear eyes now looked somewhat unfocused, with bloodshot veins in the center.

"I feel dizzy and very uncomfortable..."

Chen Xiaopan, who was standing nearby, was also startled. She quickly stepped forward to support Wen Shuyan's other arm, reached out and touched his forehead, her eyes widening in surprise:

"Oh my god, it's so hot! Manager, you have a fever!"

Lin Qian made a quick decision, "Xiao Pan, hold him steady. I'll go call a car. The hospital isn't far from here; it should only take about ten minutes to drive there."

"Okay, okay."

Chen Xiaopan was strong and tall. She wrapped one of Wen Shuyan's arms around her shoulder and helped him down the stairs.

My suitcase can only be left at the hotel for now.

I took a taxi to the hospital, and the temperature reading was a whopping 40 degrees Celsius.

The general ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

With a medicine bottle hanging from his arm, Wen Shuyan's delirious state from the fever seemed to have eased somewhat. He slightly opened his eyelids and his gaze fell on Lin Qian.

"I'm sorry I've kept you from going back. You probably won't make your flight this afternoon."

"It's okay," Lin Qian comforted him, "Going back tomorrow will be the same, you should get some rest."

Wen Shuyan's face was a little pale. "I can handle this by myself... You don't need to come with me, cough cough..."

This is a tactic of retreating to advance.

As expected, Chen Xiaopan fell for the trap and quickly said, "How can that be? Qianqian and I will stay here and take care of you for a while."

Wen Shuyan lowered his dark eyelashes, gently closed his eyes, and spoke in a low, husky voice:

Thank you.

-

The atmosphere is completely different atop the towering headquarters building of the Platinum Group in the most bustling downtown area of ​​the Imperial City.

In the spacious and solemn conference room, the huge circular conference table was filled with senior executives of the group and heads of core departments.

A department executive is standing in front of a projection screen, giving a quarterly work report.

He had just finished his report when, a "ding-dong" sounded.

The cell phone rang suddenly.

Everyone in the conference room heard it and silently searched for the source of the sound.

Platinum's rule is that everyone's cell phone must be silent during meetings, and no one is allowed to make exceptions; otherwise, a fine or a reduced bonus would be considered lenient.

It is very rare for a bell to ring during a meeting.

Everyone's eyes fell on the phone in front of the host, and they were all taken aback.

It's actually President Lu's phone?

I never imagined that President Lu would make such a basic mistake...

The crowd below was horrified, but no one dared to speak. They all pretended not to hear and didn't dare to utter a sound.

In the main seat, the man wore a well-tailored black bespoke suit, which accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs, giving him an imposing presence.

Lu Beiting lowered his eyes and looked at the WeChat message that had suddenly popped up on the screen.

[Baby]: [Brother Beiting, I probably won't be able to come back today. I'll have to stay another night. Wen Shuyan suddenly developed a fever and is currently receiving an IV drip at the First Hospital.]

Lu Beiting stared at the message, his eyes suddenly turning pitch black, as deep as a pool, and he remained motionless for a long time.

The whole world seemed to have fallen silent.

He didn't hear a single word that others were saying.

"President Lu?" the senior executive who was giving the report reminded him nervously, "My report is finished."

Lu Beiting turned off his phone and tossed it back onto the table with a dull thud.

He raised his eyes, exuding a cold and oppressive aura, a superior's gaze and scrutiny:

"Are you drunk? What kind of plans are you making?"

"I..." The other person's face turned pale.

Lu Beiting said expressionlessly, "Next."

The next person called upon to report stiffened, immediately stood up, and began to give a tense and serious report.

He accidentally misspoke two data points in a row. As Lu Beiting's scrutinizing gaze fell on him, he became more anxious and made more mistakes, his lips practically fighting each other.

"Get out," Lu Beiting glanced at him and interrupted him mercilessly, "Straighten your tongue before you come in."

"...Okay, okay."

Assistant Gao, standing nearby, clicked his tongue inwardly.

If nothing unexpected happens, it seems like the message just came from Miss Lin.

Damn it, the boss seems genuinely angry this time...

The meeting ended in an extremely tense atmosphere.

Everyone was terrified and filled with anxiety.

Lu Beiting walked into the office with a cold face.

Assistant Gao hurriedly followed, clutching the documents.

"City C, immediately send someone to the First Hospital." Lu Beiting, with his back to Assistant Gao, ordered in a deep voice, "Keep an eye on her every move and report back to me immediately."

"Okay." Assistant Gao wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to leave.

Lu Beiting stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

Recalling the message he had just received, a mocking sneer curled at the corner of his lips.

fever?

interesting.

If Lu Beiting hadn't deliberately made himself feverish, he would have taken the surname Wen.

-

C City First Hospital

Chen Xiaopan went downstairs to help buy dinner and fruit.

Sitting on the chair next to the hospital bed, Lin Qian felt increasingly uneasy.

A long time had passed since she sent the message, and Lu Beiting still hadn't replied.

When I called, the phone was switched off and I couldn't get through.

What is he doing now?

Lin Qian's fingers unconsciously swiped across the phone screen, unlocking, locking, and unlocking again... over and over.

"Shallowly".

Wen Shuyan opened his eyes at some point and looked at her lowered head. "What's wrong? You seem distracted."

Lin Qian rubbed her tired eyes. "It's nothing, it's just that my boyfriend hasn't replied to my messages and his phone is off. I'm a little worried about him."

Wen Shuyan's breath hitched for a moment, then she tugged at the corner of her lips, "It seems you and your boyfriend have a pretty good relationship, but it's really a bit much that he hasn't replied to your messages."

Lin Qian shook her head: "He definitely didn't not reply on purpose, because he's very busy with work and usually has to attend various meetings at night."

Wen Shuyan asked casually, "What does he do for a living? Where does he work?"

"Platinum Group".

Lin Qian didn't say anything specific.

These words, however, were heard differently by Wen Shuyan.

What's it like working at the TOP1 Group in the capital?

In the end, he's just an ordinary working man, a high-class beast of burden.

A dark emotion rose in Wen Shuyan's eyes, but he quickly regained his gentle demeanor.

After the first bottle of saline solution finished, the nurse came in and replaced it with a new one.

Wen Shuyan's complexion improved a lot. "Qianqian, I still remember how you used to cry every time you got a shot."

When she was little, Lin Qian was afraid of pain. When she was sick, she refused to get injections and insisted on having Wen Shuyan accompany her.

Xiao Wen Shuyan sat next to her, reviewing his Chinese textbook while keeping her company as she received her IV drip, and even gave her some preserved plum candy.

The little girl who used to depend on him and cling to him has now grown into a graceful and beautiful young woman, but she no longer needs his company and comfort.

Wen Shuyan's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the surging bitterness in his heart, his voice remaining low, husky, and gentle:

"If you're tired, just lean back in your chair and take a nap. Tonight... you don't need to stay here with me, there are nurses on duty at the hospital."

"Hmm." Lin Qian was indeed exhausted and squinted her eyes.

At this moment, there were only the two of them in the ward, so quiet that they could clearly hear the sounds from the next ward.

A gentle breeze stirred the thin curtains, causing them to sway rhythmically beside Lin Qian.

She stood with her back to the window, very thin. Her thick, long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and her skin was snow-white, translucent, and had a fragile beauty.

Wen Shuyan was quite engrossed in watching.

Lin Qian was drifting off to sleep, her head slowly sinking to the left.

It looked like her head was about to hit the side.

Wen Shuyan almost instinctively raised his hand and gently supported her left cheek.

His fingertips then touched her delicate, smooth skin, and as if electrocuted, some kind of current flowed through his entire body.

Little did they know, this scene was captured on camera with a mobile phone through a small window in the door...