Inside the VIP ward, Lan Qianqian's fever had subsided, and her consciousness was slowly returning. Before she opened her eyes, she heard a gentle voice by her ear: "Qianqian."
A smile curved Lan Qianqian's lips. It felt wonderful to hear his voice the moment she woke up.
Fluttering her long eyelashes, she revealed her large, bright eyes. The first thing she saw was the white walls, the faint scent of disinfectant in her nostrils, and more so, the fragrance of flowers – delicate and elegant. Sunlight streamed through the south-facing window, warm and intense, seemingly capable of dispelling all the shadows in one's heart…
"Is this a hospital room?" She recalled vaguely hearing him mention going to the hospital yesterday.
"Yes, you had a high fever last night, so I brought you to the hospital. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere now?" Regarding what happened last night, Xuan Mohan said nothing. He knew she was afraid, and she would naturally speak when she was ready.
"I'm much better. I'm sorry to have made you worry."
Lan Qianqian felt a little guilty. She must have made him terribly anxious by falling ill in the middle of the night. Although her consciousness was hazy, she could still feel that he hadn't rested at all. Thus, she rubbed her face against his warm large hand, making Xuan Mohan's heart flutter.
"Since you know I was worried, you must compensate me." Xuan Mohan's large hand unconsciously caressed Lan Qianqian's face, his words carrying a deeper meaning.
"How will I compensate you?" Seeing Xuan Mohan's eyes gradually deepen and darken, Lan Qianqian seemed to understand something. Sure enough, in the next second, she saw Xuan Mohan's face coming closer and closer.
Lan Qianqian quickly covered her lips and mumbled, "No, I'm still sick. If I get infected..."
Before she could finish speaking, Xuan Mohan, with a mix of domineering and gentleness, removed her hand and pressed his lips against hers. Seeing her tightly closed lips, he gently pinched her waist with his large hand.
"Ah!" Lan Qianqian let out a soft involuntary cry.
Xuan Mohan seized the opportunity to enter, their kiss lingering and passionate, fingers slowly intertwining…
"Qianqian, I'm here. Are you feeling… better?"
Xia Han had never known to knock when entering Lan Qianqian's room. What she was thinking about now was not whether she should avoid them in the future, especially since Lan Qianqian now had a boyfriend, but rather… would she be silenced if President Xuan saw her looking so unsatisfied?
What was important was whether she had seen it. What was important was that Xuan Mohan was displeased at being disturbed and his icy gaze immediately shot towards the door.
Xia Han shuffled her feet.
One step,
Two steps~
…
Finally, she moved behind Lu Haoran, revealing half of her small face and whispering very quietly, "You have a pretty good relationship with President Xuan, right? He won't come after me for this, will he?"
Her words lacked confidence. Lu Haoran found it quite amusing. Why did she always look at Mo like a mouse encountering a cat?
Before Xia Han could receive a response from Lu Haoran, she heard a cold voice coming from the doorway, "Miss Xia, please remember to knock before entering Qianqian's room in the future. Otherwise, if I become unhappy, I can't guarantee what I might do."
He couldn't touch the woman, but he could still deal with her man!
"Yes, yes, yes, President Xuan, please rest assured. I'll knock next time." Xia Han shook her head like a rattle drum.
Lu Haoran was about to burst out laughing. Shouldn't you nod when you promise someone? Why are you shaking your head so vigorously? Does this mean you'll do it again next time?
But why did he love her adorable appearance so much?
Xia Han, turning her head inadvertently, saw Lu Haoran smiling brilliantly at her. She immediately roared, "Lu Haoran, what the hell are you laughing at again!" This guy just watches her make a fool of herself every day. What can she do to teach him a lesson?
"Miss Xia!" Xuan Mohan's tone was very calm, but his voice, as cold as absolute zero, felt like an ice pick hitting Xia Han's heart, extinguishing all her internal flames.
"Hehe! President Xuan, that… it won't happen again."
Wuwuwu~ How I miss our single days.
Finally, seeing Xia Han's aggrieved expression, Lu Haoran's conscience kicked in, and he actively broke the tension, "How is Sister-in-law?"
Xuan Mohan, in a foul mood from being disturbed early in the morning, sat casually on a chair, "She's fine. It would be even better if you didn't come."
"Xuan Mohan!" Lan Qianqian playfully chided him with a smile. What was he saying? She then turned and looked at the two opposite them with a sweet smile, "Why are you here?"
How did they know she was in the hospital, and how did they find her so accurately?
Speaking of this, Xia Han suddenly remembered that she had dragged Lu Haoran to Dr. Mu's apartment early this morning, but they had no luck. The servants didn't know anything either. It was Lu Haoran who asked President Xuan and learned that they had come to the hospital in the early morning.
She pursed her lips. Although she felt unhappy, she still teased, "I say, Qianqian, you just left Dr. Mu's apartment and now you're in the hospital. Have you been too unlucky lately? If you're facing petty people, I'll take you to a temple to pray some other day."
She knew Xia Han was just kidding, but unintentional words could be meaningful. Xuan Mohan frowned in thought, wondering if everything was really being manipulated by someone.
It seemed necessary to call Shi Yi back to the country in advance.
Lan Qianqian also agreed with her best friend's statement. Her life hadn't been smooth sailing since she returned to the country. Should she really go to pray?
"Okay." She nodded crisply. She didn't know if going to a temple could dispel bad luck, but it should give her more courage.
She had always disliked cats, and even felt instinctively scared when she saw them. In the past, she thought it was because of their sharp claws, but what she saw last night seemed to provide an explanation.
But what about the dream? And who was that little girl? Why did she have a sense of being there, as if it were her own self?
And why were there cats in both her dream and reality? Yesterday, that cat walked towards her step by step, its eyes blood-red and gleaming. It opened its mouth wide, revealing sharp fangs, and looked at her with a gaze of greed, as if seeing a delicious meal…
Shaking her head, Lan Qianqian decided not to think about it anymore. Everything was eerily disturbing and frightening.
"Holy cow, Lan Qianqian, you're actually going to a temple? I was just saying it casually. If praying at a temple worked, then the temple thresholds would be worn down." Xia Han jumped up, looking at her sister in disbelief. Had she suffered that much of a blow?
Lan Qianqian snapped back to attention and heard the latter half of Xia Han's words. Uh… if prayer didn't work, then adding her man would be good.
But her man? Ah! Lan Qianqian, your thick skin has really improved.
It couldn't be blamed on her, though. Who wouldn't be spoiled by this man? And after last night, she felt very uneasy. She realized that her supposed resilience and weakness, which would collapse with a gust of wind, was essentially still that pure and kind little girl who hadn't grown up!
"Oh, you've been lost in thought, thinking about something? Your face is all red. It can't be that you're thinking about me, can it? Then you must be thinking about President Xuan. I say, Lan Qianqian, you're too much! He's right in front of you, and you're still thinking about him. It's too sickening."
Xia Han smirked, her eyes clearly conveying one meaning: Have you two had any new progress? Hahaha~
"Whoosh~" Lan Qianqian's face flushed even more than before, her earlobes burning. But she opened and closed her mouth, not knowing what to say. She was indeed thinking about Xuan Mohan. How embarrassing!
She could only weakly retort, "I… I didn't!"