Having a cold and fever, going to the emergency room in the middle of the night is more tiring than just sleeping at home and recovering quickly. Although that’s the case, Han Li felt much better in her heart because she felt Zhao Tingxing’s hard-earned warmth.
She sat in the passenger seat, only occasionally glancing at the person driving beside her. She knew things were different this time.
Zhao Tingxing was a little agitated at the moment. He wasn’t a patient person, and he had been very busy with work these past two days, feeling overwhelmed and stressed. He was about to head back to his hotel when he suddenly remembered she was sick, so he asked his driver to bring him here. He pressed the doorbell twice but got no answer. His calls also went straight to voicemail. Had she died?
Her door lock is multi-functional, it can recognize faces and use passwords. When outputting the password, she subconsciously entered those numbers. They were the password for the bank card they used together back then, or perhaps all the places where he needed a password later on used that string of digits. For him, there wasn’t any special meaning to it, just habit, easy to remember.
When the door creaked open, he was surprised to find it was correct. Without hesitation, he went straight to her bedroom and saw that she was delirious with fever, drenched in sweat. So, without a word, he scooped her up and took her to the hospital.
At this moment, with his eyes on the road, he simply said to her, “The point of working hard and making money is to improve our lives, to escape the hardships that poverty brings. It’s not about reliving this kind of ordinary life.”
He was referring to her going to the public hospital today.
His thinking is simple and crude. If you have money, of course you should enjoy the best treatment. Otherwise, what’s the point of working hard to make money?
Han Li felt a moment of emotion and blurted out, “I just want to experience what it was like to be poor with you in the past.”
This sentence must have hit Zhao Tingxing’s sore spot, his expression suddenly turned cold and his tone laced with sarcasm: “I don’t want to, nor do I have the time and energy to reminisce about the past with you.”
The atmosphere in the car, which was just warm and affectionate a moment ago, suddenly turned cold.
“Sorry,” Han Li’s voice was still hoarse. She didn’t speak again after that, sitting in the passenger seat leaning against the back of the chair, closing her eyes to rest. It was almost 4 am at this point. She needed to rest; she could still sleep for another 4 hours. At 10 am, there was a bidding competition downstairs that required her presence.
Looking at Zhao Tingxing’s temper, she thought he would turn around and leave after sending her home. But he didn’t. He silently followed her back home, without a word, and went straight into the guest room where he slept last night, as if it were his own house.
Han Li was both surprised and amused. He was acting a bit like Han Zhao! Every time she got angry with him, he’d pretend she wasn’t there, hiding off to play with his toys until he calmed down, then running back to cling to her.
She was wondering how long Zhao Tingxing could stay angry.
Back in her own room, she drifted off to sleep as she thought.
I don’t know how long I slept, or even if it was a dream or reality. Zhao Tingxing was kissing me, and I was responding to him. Suddenly, I woke up, opened my eyes, and sure enough, it was him. It wasn’t a dream.
He was very domineering at this time, not allowing any resistance, “Don’t you want to reminisce about the past? I’ll accompany you.”
No more hard times, this is something worth reminiscing about. He recalled his youth on the construction site where there were no other entertainment options. He worked all day long, just to pass the time.
Hàn Lì’s fever had broken, aside from a little soreness in her throat, there were no other symptoms. Being pestered by him, she hoarsely requested: “Let me have some water first.”
After breathing grew heavier, my throat felt even thirstier.
The man didn’t have a shred of sympathy: “If your throat hurts, just stop being so reckless and shut up.”
She has a sore throat and is holding back already.
Only then did the man’s face improve a little. He got up and poured her a glass of water, but she only took two sips when he came back again, his hand shaking so that half the water spilled, dripping down her chin.
His eyes darkened, and he leaned over…
Han Li set her alarm last night before bed, leaving plenty of time to get ready today. However, the alarm went off and when she woke up, there was less than an hour until the bidding time. He drove her to the destination while she did her makeup in the car.
When the red light came on, Zhao Ting turned his head to look at her and sighed, “It turns out that makeup can really transform the ordinary into the extraordinary.”
A dog can’t spit out ivory!
Han Li was so angry that she almost smudged her eyeliner. She continued drawing, trying to stay calm: “Even if it’s rotten, you still ate it with relish this morning, didn’t you?”
Zhao Tingxing knew that this woman’s elegance was all a facade, superficial. She said these things with such seriousness, her face unchanged, but it made him instantly think of the scene from this morning. Indeed, she smelled good, and felt good too.
“Focus on driving.” She finished her makeup, tossing all the cosmetics into her bag. Her destination had arrived. She opened the car door and stepped out in one smooth motion.
I treated him like a driver.
The bidding went very smoothly. After Han Li arrived, he found out that the client was a subsidiary of a real estate tycoon’s company.
Before the bidding results were out, Han Li didn’t greet Mr. Wang because she was confident in her own company. After winning the bid, she called Mr. Wang and said that she had just won his company’s project, looking forward to a pleasant cooperation, and asked him when he was free for dinner.
Mr. Wang was naturally delighted: “Secretary Han, oh, now I should call you General Manager Han, I have time anytime. I’ll also invite Mr. Gu.”
Mr. Wang tried to make plans with Gu Ruandong for a while but couldn’t get in touch. After getting married and having children, this person became less likely to hang out with him. Before, they could at least go to the club for drinks every night or play in Macau together, but now he’s completely an image of a good husband and father at home.
And recently, he learned that he had lost the Senbing Group and wanted to find an opportunity to comfort his good brother. So, by asking Han Li to treat him, Gu Ruandong was finally invited out.
Gu Ruandong had been keeping to himself for a long time, not even visiting the Baoli club, which he usually frequented like his own home. When he and Wang and his group arrived, the manager of Baoli was taken aback before hurriedly leading them to his exclusive private room.
Wang Zong is a cunning person, his thoughts are not on the right path. He thinks that since Gu Shao has been married for so long and agrees to come to Baili Club, it means he’s sending out signals, getting bored, looking for something new. Men can’t possibly only sleep with one woman their whole lives! That would be against nature, wouldn’t it? So he’s thinking of arranging something for him.
Gu Ruan Dong didn’t notice this at first. Han Li called him and said Zhao Ting Xing also wanted to have a drink, asking if it was okay.
He replied with an “okay,” then looked up to see a girl sitting beside him. Wang Zong smiled at him flirtatiously.
He’s in a much better mood now. He didn’t say anything, just got up and walked to the other empty seat, sitting there silently waiting for Han Li and Zhao Ting to arrive.
Wang saw at once that he had no such thoughts, and with a wave of his hand, he sent the two girls away.
Gu Ruandong glanced at Wang Zong: “There will be no next time.”
“Alright, I understand. Our Young Master Gu is a saint of love now, he must not be defiled.”
After a while, Han Li and Zhao Tingxin arrived.
Although they were enemies on the battlefield, privately, they were also friends. Zhao Ting walked in and greeted Gu Ruandong, Wang, and the others before sitting down. Han Li sat beside him. She was supposed to be the protagonist, this gathering was her idea, but with these men present, it seemed like she had nothing to do with it.