Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After Wen Ruoshui returned to China, she became busy.
Yan Yuanfeiâs physical condition was very strange. Other than every time his illness acted up, he was no different from an ordinary person. Whether it was eating, sleeping, or working, it did not affect him at all.
He was a man of his word. Every time his illness acted up, he did not hide it from her. He would get Yu Bo to inform her, which also gave her a lot of relief. What she was most afraid of was that he would shoulder everything alone.
On Sunday afternoon, Wen Ruoshui rested and left before noon. She packed Yan Yuanfeiâs favorite food and prepared to go over to give him a surprise.
It had been a busy time. The two of them hadnât eaten together in a week.
The people around Yan Yuanfei all knew Wen Ruoshui. When they saw her coming, they respectfully led the way. âMiss Wen, please come in. Sir has just finished a meeting and is resting.â
âThank you.â Wen Ruoshui walked to the door and did not see Yu Bo guarding it. Afraid of disturbing his rest, she did not knock and gently pushed the door open.
The office was empty. No one was there.
There were sounds in the bathroom next door. The manâs low, suppressed coughs were heard. They were each more serious than the last, as if he were trying to cough out his heart and lungs.
Wen Ruoshuiâs eyes suddenly narrowed. She nervously put down the things in her hand and walked over.
Was he having another attack? Why hadnât he told her?
Just as she was about to push the door open and enter, she heard Yan Yuanfeiâs voice coming from inside.
âYu Bo.â Yan Yuanfei suppressed his cough. His breathing was very chaotic because of the violent cough. âGive me your phone.â
Yu Bo looked at him. âSir, itâs better to tell Miss Wen. You canât always keep her in the dark using work as an excuse. If she finds out, how are you going to explain yourself?â
Yan Yuanfeiâs voice was very low and hoarse. âItâs not like Iâm having a relapse. Itâs just typhoid fever. Why should I tell her? Iâm just making her worry.â
Yu Bo still wanted to say something, but after being glared at by him, he obediently handed the phone over. He braced himself and said fearlessly, âIsnât it more important to tell Miss Wen?â
âSheâs very busy.â Yan Yuanfei sighed softly and sent her a message. He said in a low voice, âMy illness has already made her very worried. Donât tell her about small matters.â
He didnât even know how much longer he could stay in this state. How could he let her keep worrying about him and troubling her?
After he finished speaking, he sent the message. He clearly heard a familiar bell ring in the direction of the door. His eyes panicked for a moment, and a hint of helplessness flashed across them. He called out gently, âShui Shui.â
This girl was afraid that he would not tell her if he had an attack. She often came to visit him.
Wen Ruoshui pushed open the door and looked at him interrogatively with red eyes. âYou can hide it from me just because youâre sick with another illness?â
Yan Yuanfeiâs face was a little weak and white, and his lips were abnormally pale. He smiled at her and said, âI was wrong. In the future, no matter what illness it is, Iâll tell you, okay?â
She had been concentrating on academic research. He was ill, and she had to be distracted by the thought of him taking care of him. It wasnât a major illness, so why let her worry?
âWhat did you just say?â When Wen Ruoshui was angry, her expression was extremely calm. The angrier she was, the calmer she was.
âWhat I said just now doesnât count.â Yan Yuanfei apologized and looked at her with a smile. âI packed some food. I havenât eaten yet.â
âYou still want to eat?â Wen Ruoshui drawled.