Chapter 135

Strictly speaking, it didn't really count as a slap. Her soft palm slapped lightly onto Huo Jingcheng's side neck, followed by a glare from Su Ruoyun, which was more like a reproach carrying a hint of coquettishness.

In the quiet study, a crisp "slap" rang out abruptly, spreading rapidly in the air. Su Ruoyun regretted it as soon as she hit him.

Being slapped without warning, Huo Jingcheng's first reaction wasn't anger, but raising his hand to press the mute button to avoid the sound reaching Su Mingyan on the other end.

But brain signal transmission always has a slight time difference.

The sound of the slap was clear and unique, very easy to hear.

Seeing that it was muted, Su Ruoyun furrowed her brows, her index finger lifting slightly, poking Huo Jingcheng's chest, and said indignantly: "How can you say that to my brother?"

Huo Jingcheng looked innocent and couldn't help but defend himself: "He used to say that to me too."

The corners of his eyes curled up slightly, glistening with red, looking exactly like a wronged little puppy, pitiful.

Su Ruoyun's face was full of disbelief. "Liar, my brother wouldn't—" like you.

Before Su Ruoyun could finish her sentence, a frivolous and mocking snort cut her off.

"When it comes to acting like a dog, how could I compare to you?" Su Mingyan said with implication, his whole body leaning lazily back against the chair, his long legs wrapped in suit pants naturally crossed.

"..." Su Ruoyun.

"..." Huo Jingcheng.

These words, on one hand, were a powerful counterattack, and on the other hand, they secretly stepped on Huo Jingcheng, implicitly indicating that he had just been slapped like a little puppy.

All three were smart people and thought of these two layers of meaning.

Huo Jingcheng sneered, his lips curling into a sarcastic arc. He pressed the keyboard, decisively cutting off the video call, and turned back, preparing to "settle accounts" with Su Ruoyun.

On the other hand, Su Ruoyun drooped her ears, her head hanging very low, her fingers unconsciously picking at his noble clothing buttons.

From the corner of her eye, she inadvertently swept over Huo Jingcheng's expression, biting her lower lip, her rouge-colored lips turning slightly pale. She felt a bit guilty, her eyes drifting, not daring to look him in the eye at all.

Who knew that this was the way they interacted with each other? Su Ruoyun muttered to herself in her heart.

"Still hitting me?" Huo Jingcheng asked: "Are you really only this arrogant in front of me?"

His tone carried a hint of danger, his sharp, piercing eyes staring at the person in front of him.

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun moved her body, changed her sitting posture, slowly propped up her knees on Huo Jingcheng's thighs, facing him, kneeling on his lap, her two soft arms wrapping around the man's neck, obediently admitting her mistake.

Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to protect Su Ruoyun's back, preventing her from sliding off his lap, and said slowly: "Then I'll reluctantly forgive you."

This sentence was returned to Su Ruoyun for her "reluctantly agree" from last night.

Huo Jingcheng finished his business the next afternoon. Taking advantage of the sunset, the two drove to the world-famous Sunset Boulevard.

This 35-kilometer-long road was the soul landmark of Hollywood movies.

On both sides of the road were rows of palm trees and standing neon movie billboards. The deep blue sea stretched to the horizon. Looking into the distance, a small, clean white sailboat was floating leisurely on the sparkling sea surface.

The horizon was dyed from bright orange-red to light pink-purple. Cars were parked neatly on both sides of the street, and the houses were arranged in an orderly fashion, set off against the tall, upright palm trees and low green plants.

In the evening, the heat dissipated, and the cool sea breeze blew, dreamy and unreal, as if living in a Hollywood movie.

To watch the sunset, Su Ruoyun and Huo Jingcheng specially changed to a convertible sports car.

The Porsche was parked on the side of the street. Su Ruoyun took off her shoes, standing barefoot on the leather seat. Her white skirt was affected by the sea breeze, spreading wantonly, faintly revealing her bony ankles, her two hands clinging to the roof of the car.

Huo Jingcheng got out of the car, standing tall outside, lit a cigarette for himself, put one hand in his pocket, and smoked in a leisurely manner.

The sun set very quickly, about half an hour or so, sliding all the way down until it disappeared below the sea level.

Su Ruoyun rested her head on her crossed hands, her smooth long hair gently brushed by the sea breeze, slowly adjusting her posture to bring her line of sight level with the sea surface.

Before the sun was about to disappear, the last glimmer of light left wasn't red, but green.

The green light was very rare; it was the last ray of light before sunset, and it would make you understand...

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

Because Su Ruoyun liked it, Huo Jingcheng had the manor servants pick the fruit from the orchard, pack it box by box, put it on the Gulfstream G700, and air-freight it back to the country.

It was just that on the night they returned to the country, Su Ruoyun developed a fever—to be precise, a high fever caused by heatstroke.

When taking off, the highest temperature in Los Angeles that day was 25°C, but upon landing in Beijing, the temperature had reached 35°C, and the heatwave rushed toward them, sweeping over their entire bodies.

They landed at 22:30 Beijing time. Su Ruoyun looked listless, her little face furrowed even in her sleep.

Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to stroke her brow, not disturbing Su Ruoyun's rest, leaned over, picked her up horizontally, and got into the car. The driver started the engine and drove toward Xiyuan.

He realized Su Ruoyun's body temperature was abnormal in the middle of the night.

The little person in his arms was abnormally hot. He raised his hand to touch Su Ruoyun's forehead and cheeks lightly. The hot air she exhaled carried a scorching temperature, almost burning his palm.

Huo Jingcheng didn't hesitate at all, lifted the quilt, got up, took the silk bathrobe from the bed-end stool, put it on casually, hurriedly went downstairs, took the ear thermometer from the medicine box, and immediately went upstairs to take Su Ruoyun's temperature.

39.8°C, high fever.

Su Ruoyun's brain was muddled from the fever, her thoughts chaotic and unclear. Her hands and feet were cold without a trace of warmth, but her cheeks were abnormally hot. Her whole body was uncomfortable—the kind of discomfort where even the seams of her bones were aching faintly.

She wanted to open her eyes in a daze, but her heavy eyelids were stopping her. Whimpering sounds came out one after another. She was unable to maintain a lying-on-her-back posture, so she could only lie on her side, bending her waist, curling her legs, like a little cub protecting itself after being injured.

Huo Jingcheng called a family doctor over. Two doctors came, a man and a woman, wearing white coats.

Both said in unison: "Mr. Huo."

Huo Jingcheng held his arms across his chest, nodded, and then signaled the female doctor to enter the room.

Not long after, the female doctor came out and informed Huo Jingcheng that she had a fever and needed an injection, but Su Ruoyun was extremely uncooperative.

"Injection, what kind of injection?" Huo Jingcheng narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the female doctor.

The female doctor gave a polite smile.

"I don't want an injection, I'm not five months old, five years old, I'm already twenty-five years old, I don't want a butt injection..."

Su Ruoyun curled into a ball under the quilt, crying her eyes out. Her originally fair and clear face had already turned into a sickly, flushed red.

?? "The green light is very rare; seeing it allows you to understand your own heart and the other person's. Whoever is lucky enough to see the green light will find happiness." — "The Green Ray," Jules Verne