Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The president put up his fist beside his lips. He seemed to be smiling, yet it looked like he was holding in his laughter. There were other people around, and it was not right for Shen Qianshu to do or say anything, so she just quietly followed the president to the top floor. The VIP room was a place with two wards and a hall, clear and white. There were some daisies situated by the windows, and there were also fruits placed on the side table. It could clearly be seen that they had put in a lot of effort to make it a warm and clean place. It did not look like anyone had stayed here before. There was not even the antiseptic smell that Shen Qianshu hated.
The president came over personally and helped her put on her drip.
The president said, “Miss Shen, I shall take my leave. If you need any help, just press on the button with the bell icon. If you need food or drinks, just inform us. I’ve seen your medical report. You have not been getting enough rest lately, and your immunity level is very low. That is why you caught a cold. It’s nothing serious. After you wake up from your sleep when the drip is done, the fever should be gone.”
“Okay thanks, sir. Sorry to trouble you.”
“No trouble, no trouble!” The president handled all the matters regardless of whether they were trivial or important and left the room. Shen Qianshu went on the bed and rested. Ye Ling sat by the window, still looking at the documents. Shen Qianshu thought, How delightful!
She thought that she was really sick. Otherwise, why would she feel so heartwarming? Ye Ling was exceptionally warm and gentle tonight.
Gentle. It was a word that no one would expect to be associated with him.
“Master, one night here must cost a bomb, huh?” She was beginning her small talk. Anyway, Ye Ling never minded every time she made awkward small talks.
“Even little princess can afford it.”
“…”
Do I have to be brainwashed with ‘little princess’ every day!
“Master, did something great happen that made you happy today?”
Ye Ling raised his head, stared at her, and then furrowed his eyebrows. He seemed to not understand why she asked that question. Shen Qianshu smiled and said, “Your voice is lowered by a few octaves today, and you never lost your temper.”
“Are you masochistic?! Do you only feel good when you are yelled at?”
Shen Qianshu replied. “I’m sorry.”
Indeed, she felt that she should not have tested his patience.
The gentleness was just for a moment.
The girl’s lowered brows and pleasing appearance was satisfying. Seeing that she was already ill, he tried to refrain from using harsh words. Yet, she still dared to annoy him.
What a silly brat. Ye Ling said, “Well, actually, I guess something happened today that lifted my mood.”
“What is it?” Indeed, she had guessed correctly.
Ye Ling stared at her coldly as if he was looking at an idiot. “Guess.”
“Your soul is like the deep sea, how would I be able to guess?” Shen Qianshu said smilingly.
Ye Ling kept quiet and held onto his pen tightly, leaving a check on the document. The only thing that made him happy today was that she had looked for him today, not to ask him for anything and not to pretend to be pathetic so that he could protect him, but simply because she had thought of him and wanted to talk to him.
How… low.
He felt satisfaction just by such a small move.
He only wished for the day when she would not fear him any longer.
He looked at the document and raised his head again. Shen Qianshu had fallen asleep, and she had placed her phone on the side table. The camera was pointing towards her face, and he could see her face, fast asleep, whenever he raised his head. Ye Ling twirled his pen and furrowed his eyebrows.
“This little rascal…” He took his other phone and phoned the president. “Get a nurse to look at her. I don’t want the needle to still be in her when the drip is done. Don’t make too much noise and please do it gently.”
The president agreed fearfully yet sincerely, thinking, Is the philophobic man finally in love? What happened to being oversensitive to women?
Master, do you know you’re scaring people by being so warm and gentle!
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Fans: Master, they say that when you’re gentle, it’s scary.
Ye Ling: Gentle? What?
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