"It’s fine, you should go back and rest first."
Lin Yebai’s temperament was really quite good, even though he had been so agitated that morning, when he awoke, it was as though nothing had happened.
He remained as gentle as jade, modest and elegant...
Seeing this, Ye Ning finally felt relieved, so after staying in the hospital for a day, she took her bag and keys, and left the hospital.
Meanwhile, Ou Mucen, who had slept through the afternoon in Ji Chengzhi’s office, finally had his fever subside and woke up at dusk.
"How are you feeling? A bit more comfortable? Do you want me to take you back?"
Ou Mucen shook his head, glanced outside at the sky and then at his watch, and got up from the couch: "Did anyone call me?"
"Of course, you are such a big CEO, how could no one call you? But I transferred all calls to your secretary, he will compile a call record and send it to your email later, don’t worry about it."
Sure enough, Jicheng was a good brother, arranging everything perfectly.
Ou Mucen felt reassured, stood up from the couch, and was ready to leave, to return to his own apartment.
Sensing his intention to leave, Ji Chengzhi quickly handed him some medicine: "Take these when you get back. What they gave you was not any ordinary drug, this will help you recover."
While saying this, he suddenly thought of a problem and raised his head: "But what I don’t understand is, with such a handy ’antidote’ at your side at the time, why did you go soak in cold water? Look at what soaking in cold water did to you, it’s harmful to your health!"
At this remark, the man standing in front of him clouded over with a dark expression: "I can make things even more harmful to your health!"
What kind of people are these? He was telling the truth, so why such a murderous aura? Wasn’t the "antidote" quite good? Could it be that he thought it didn’t befit him, because she was a single mother?
Yet, why then did he have him arrange a 3-day VIP hospital room for her son? That’s very expensive, young master!
Director Ji was about to go mad...
But once Ou Mucen left the office, he didn’t bother with the matter anymore, and as soon as he left the hospital, he drove back to Platinum Apartments.
"Third Young Master, are all these things to be thrown away?"
Back in the apartment, following his usual habit, he cleaned himself thoroughly and changed out of his dirty clothes, which were then to be discarded—as someone with severe mysophobia, he really couldn’t stand to keep the things he brought back after sleeping elsewhere.
However, this time, he glanced at the dark green shirt in the cleaning lady’s hands and, thinking of the shirt he had seen drying on the windowsill that morning, abruptly pointed at it: "Take this one to dry cleaning, the rest can be thrown out."
"Alright, Young Master!" The cleaning lady took the shirt, wrapped it carefully, and then carried it along with the trash out of the apartment.
As soon as the cleaning lady left, the apartment fell into complete silence. He went to the living room area, turned on the music, poured himself a glass of red wine, and took it to the desk.
He had spent the entire day in Ji Chengzhi’s office, and now it was time to start working.
But just as he was about to turn on the computer, his phone rang...
"Xiaocen, are you alright?"
It was actually his mother who had the nerve to call him!