Chapter 37

The low, mellow male voice penetrated into the carriage and slowly permeated the small space.

Su Mingyan didn't rush to reply to Huo Jingcheng, but instead spoke first to urge Su Ruoyun, "It's cold outside, go up quickly."

The Mercedes was already parked in the driveway.

Listening to Su Mingyan's unquestionable tone, Su Ruoyun nodded, then walked backward in her high heels, never looking at the Cullinan once the whole time.

After Su Ruoyun gathered her skirt and sat into the car, the black Mercedes started steadily and drove slowly away from Lanxi from the other side of the circular flower bed, leaving only a fading shadow of the car.

Su Mingyan turned his head with relaxed movements, his gaze precisely meeting Huo Jingcheng's, and then the corners of his mouth hooked into a just-right smile, polite and commercial, his voice clear and moist, "President Huo, haven't you gone back yet?"

Huo Jingcheng raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalance, "Isn't President Su the same?"

The two men's gazes met briefly in the air; with one look, it was as if thousands of words had been exchanged.

A few seconds later, Huo Jingcheng spoke first, breaking the silence, "Then I won't delay President Su's time anymore, I'll take the first step."

"Good."

……

The next day, unlike the early rising of the previous day, it wasn't until 8:30 that she was awakened by the fragrance of rice permeating the air. After washing up, Su Ruoyun shuffled her slippers leisurely toward the dining room.

Li Ayi had prepared breakfast. Seeing her walk over, she prepared the tableware one by one and said warmly, "You drank alcohol last night, drinking some porridge this morning will be more comfortable."

After speaking, she went to the kitchen to prepare to bring out the steamed xiaolongbao.

Su Ruoyun nodded. Just as she picked up the spoon and reached into the casserole to scoop a spoonful of shrimp and vegetable porridge, and just as the spoon was about to touch the edge of the bowl, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Zhang Ayi walked out quickly from the kitchen, wearing an apron, placed the steamer on the dining table, and then said, "I'll go open the door."

Su Ruoyun's entire heart and soul were glued to the shrimp and vegetable porridge in the casserole that was emitting an alluring fragrance. Hearing the response, she didn't even lift her eyelids, just squeezed a "Hmm" out of her nose nonchalantly.

Within a minute, Su Jiayi stepped into the dining room. Seeing Su Ruoyun at a glance, he sat down beside her familiarly and asked, "Eating breakfast?"

He noticed her loose loungewear, her hair was still a bit messy, and seeing her hazy, blurred sleepy eyes, he couldn't help but tease with a smile, "Yo, I've already run back and forth three or four times early in the morning, and you, old lady, have only just gotten up."

"Where did you go?"

"The old man doesn't keep meals there, so I went to the family courtyard. The eldest aunt asked me to deliver soup again, so I thought about finding you to go visit a patient together." Su Jiayi finished what he had been busy with this morning in a few words.

"Visit a patient?" Su Ruoyun frowned slightly, the spoon in her hand fell lightly to the edge of the casserole, making a crisp sound. Her gaze carried a hint of doubt as she looked at Su Jiayi, "Visit whose illness?"

"Your brother's."

"How did he get sick?" She pulled out a chair, sat down, and asked.

Li Ayi placed a set of bowls and chopsticks in front of Su Jiayi.

Su Jiayi said thank you, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a xiaolongbao and put it into his mouth, and said vaguely while chewing, "I don't know what kind of madness he had last night, he slept on the balcony lounge chair all night. This morning, the servant saw he hadn't gotten up, knocked on the door, and found he had a fever. He was already burning up and confused, so they hurriedly called a doctor to the house."

The minimum temperature in Sijiucheng these days was 10°C. Sleeping outdoors, it was no wonder he would have a fever.

Su Ruoyun shook her head, "Maybe he was drunk and confused last night."

"Drank alcohol last night?"

She nodded, her tone steady, "Met at Lanxi last night, he drank a bit too much."

"Who dared to pour him drinks?" Su Jiayi used the same tactic.

"……"

Breakfast was finished after nine o'clock, and then Su Jiayi dragged Su Ruoyun along, heading straight to Xiangshan Yayuan.

In the off-road vehicle with military license plates.

"I always thought brother was the kind of body as strong as an ox, I didn't expect him to get sick too."

Strong as an ox?

Su Ruoyun said gloomily, "I suspect you are his advanced black."

Su Jiayi laughed wantonly twice.

The off-road vehicle arrived at the villa entrance without any obstruction along the way.

Su Mingyan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, his fingers tapping on the keyboard. Even though he was sick, he was still dutifully replying to emails.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his head, his face pale, like a weak Xizi. His gaze fell on the two of them, and he said softly, "You're here?"

Su Jiayi nimbly handed the soup to the servant who came up to meet them, then sank into the soft sofa, draped his arm over Su Mingyan's shoulder, and teased, "Brother, you look so sickly, you could go on TV and play Lin Daiyu."

"Don't... cough cough, talk... cough cough, nonsense... cough."

One sentence took three breaths.

Su Jiayi hurriedly withdrew his arm, not daring to press on him anymore, and instead carefully supported Su Mingyan's arm, looking exactly like a eunuch serving a concubine in the imperial palace in the past.

The appearance and posture made Su Ruoyun laugh.

The soup was properly placed in a thermos, and it was still warm at this time. The servant stepped forward lightly and placed the bowl on the coffee table. As the soup was poured into the bowl, the rich smell of Chinese medicine instantly spread, drifting and permeating the entire living room.

Seeing Su Mingyan drink the whole bowl of soup expressionlessly, he seemed to still have some unfinished business.

Su Ruoyun and Su Jiayi looked at each other, tough guy!

Su Ruoyun still had to go to the tea house, so she left after sitting for a while. Su Jiayi sent her to the entrance of the courtyard house.

As soon as she walked into the front courtyard, Xiao Hu said, "Boss Lady, Mr. Huo is already waiting for you in the Guanlan private room."

Su Ruoyun raised her eyebrows slightly, again?

She responded, "Okay, I know."

The Guanlan private room in the East Wing Room.

Su Ruoyun pushed the door open lightly and walked around the solid wood screen of lake and mountain scenery, only to see a figure curled up on the tatami.

Huo Jingcheng rarely didn't wear a suit, wearing a black overcoat, the sharp lines outlining his tall figure, looking dashing, but his aura was a bit listless.

Immediately after, two or three coughs drifted leisurely from the private room, appearing particularly clear in the quiet air.

Su Ruoyun blurted out, "You're sick too?"

The word "too" was used very cleverly.

Huo Jingcheng slowly raised his eyes, and a tone with a heavy nasal sound overflowed, "Who else is sick?"

Su Ruoyun shook her head, "No one."

As she spoke, she walked gracefully to the side of the tatami and knelt on the meditation cushion. Her gaze swept over Huo Jingcheng's face, which was like being covered with a layer of gray-white mist. His skin was an abnormal blue-white, revealing weakness. His nose was slightly red, and his lips lacked blood, presenting a dry, pale pink.

Su Ruoyun tilted her head and stared at him for three or five seconds, then suggested tactfully, "People who are sick are not very suitable for drinking tea, you don't have to be so supportive."

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