"…" Lin Chu wondered if it was not because Yao Xingzhi had seriously ruined Yan Hui's reputation.
"You can't be so ungrateful. Your chance to repay your kindness is here." Zuo Qiu sat in the office and yawned. He was careful not to let Lin Chu hear him. "Actually, Master Yan has a fever because he was drenched in cold water at Miss Lin's house yesterday. Not only is he sick, but his work is also affected. The loss is too great. Miss Lin, you can't not take responsibility. "
Lin Chu, "…"
"Since Master Yan's brain was damaged at Miss Lin's house, it's quite appropriate for Miss Lin to take care of Master Yan," Zuo Qiu continued.
Lin Chu, "…"
She felt that Zuo Qiu was indeed Yan Beicheng's assistant. Both of them had the trait of being shameless. As long as she did not agree, Zuo Qiu would definitely come up with more excuses.
"I'll send you Master Yan's address and phone number. You should go now. Master Yan hasn't had breakfast yet," Zuo Qiu said.
"As an assistant, can't you bring breakfast to your boss in the morning?" Lin Chu complained.
"Sigh, I live far away from Master Yan. He lives in the east and I live in the west. The company is in the north. How much detour do I have to take? If I'm late to deliver breakfast to Master Yan, I'll have to work full time. I'm an assistant, not a nanny. Why would an employee care about their boss? " Perhaps Zuo Qiu realized that he had accidentally blurted out his true feelings, so he quickly changed the topic. "Aiya, there's another large wave of documents coming my way. I'll hang up first. Miss Lin, hurry up and get to work! Otherwise, no one will know if Master Yan dies at home. "
He then hung up the phone.
Lin Chu, "…"
Zuo Qiu still felt a little guilty after hanging up the phone. He quickly sent a WeChat message to Yan Beicheng with trembling fingers. "Master Yan, no matter what Miss Lin says to you, please remember that my loyalty to you is unquestionable. No matter what I say, it's for your own good and to complete this mission perfectly. If Miss Lin says anything bad about me, please don't believe her! "
Yan Beicheng was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a blanket like a cocoon. He really did have a fever. Although it was a low fever, it was still a little cold.
He was holding a photo in his hand with the date on it. At that time, there were no digital cameras, so they used film cameras.
Although the quality of the photo was average, it looked very new and had been preserved very well. In the picture, a young man was sitting under a tree with a little girl in his arms. She looked to be about six or seven years old and had two pigtails. The young man was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and the little girl was wearing the uniform of the orphanage. Both of them were smiling brightly. The little girl's eyes narrowed as she smiled.
Yan Beicheng still remembered that smartphones did not have a camera function back then. The film camera did not have a screen for them to watch the selfie. Yan Beicheng took the film camera and filled up the entire roll of film. He then picked out the best selfie from the pile.
He was smiling in front of the camera when he heard the WeChat notification on his phone. He held the photo with one hand and reached out from under the blanket with the other to grab his phone.
When he saw Zuo Qiu's message, he replied, "What did you say?"
After sending the message, Yan Beicheng sent another one, "Also, do you think your future wife is the kind of person who would gossip behind someone's back?"
When Zuo Qiu received the first message, he was already on the verge of tears. When he saw the second message from Yan Beicheng, he immediately knelt down.
He trembled as he typed, "Master Yan, I was too busy when you weren't here. I won't talk anymore, I'll go back to work. Please rest well!"
Yan Beicheng received the message but did not bother to respond. Just as he was about to put his phone back, it rang again and vibrated in his palm.
Yan Beicheng looked down and saw that it was Lin Chu's phone. However, the caller ID was not Lin Chu's name, but 'Glutinous Rice'.
Looking at this familiar name, Yan Beicheng's gaze became gentler and the corner of his mouth unconsciously turned up into a warm smile.
He had asked Zuo Qiu to find out Lin Chu's phone number and then entered it himself. He had never told Lin Chu that he had her number.
At this moment, the phone vibrated and rang happily, but Yan Beicheng did not pick it up and put it aside. The phone hung up automatically because no one picked it up. After less than a minute, it rang again, but Yan Beicheng still ignored it.
Lin Chu hung up helplessly and looked at her phone for a while.
It was even more worrying that he did not pick up his phone when he was sick. She sighed and changed out of her home clothes. She casually put on a T-shirt and jeans, not bothering to look for nice clothes. It was more convenient to take care of a patient anyway. Moreover, Yan Beicheng was probably sick and would not be in the mood to appreciate whether she looked good or not.
Just as she finished thinking, Lin Chu was stunned.
Why did she care whether Yan Beicheng thought she looked good or not?
She quickly put on her coat and went to the balcony to take down Yan Beicheng's dry clothes. She folded them neatly and put them into a bag. When she picked up the boxer briefs, her face could not help but heat up. She quickly put them into a separate bag and threw them into the paper bag together with the clothes. Her palms were still burning.
Because the boxer briefs could not be washed with the clothes, Lin Chu washed them by hand yesterday. She shivered as she washed them. She had never felt so stressed before and did not even dare to think about it now. She really did not know how she managed to finish washing them last night.
Her face was still red as she packed up these things. She did not know if Yan Beicheng had any suitable ingredients at home. However, she thought that with her sister-in-law taking care of him at home, he should not be lacking in these trivial things. If he really did not have any, she would be cooking porridge at home. It would be too late by the time she got there. She did not know how Yan Beicheng was doing now.
Thus, Lin Chu took her bag and hurriedly left with her things. There was no direct subway to where Yan Beicheng lived, and she was not familiar with the area, so she used an app to call for a taxi and showed the driver the address.
Yan Beicheng had just boiled a pot of hot water himself. He did not even pour the hot water into the thermostat. He dipped the thermometer into the boiling pot and took it out to check the temperature. It was almost off the charts …
He quickly lowered the temperature of his mouth thermometer, but before he could confirm if the temperature was believable, the doorbell rang.
Yan Beicheng turned on the intercom but did not rush to open the door. He dawdled for another two minutes before pressing the surveillance button to watch Lin Chu's every move.
Lin Chu saw that no one was opening the door, so she frowned and called Zuo Qiu. "Mr. Zuo, I'm downstairs at Master Yan's house. Are you sure it's 1601, Unit 1, Building 23, Ding City?"
"Yes, that's right," Zuo Qiu said on the other end of the phone.
"But I pressed the doorbell and there was no response," Lin Chu looked up at the house number again.
"Maybe Master Yan is seriously ill, so you need to give him time to open the door for you," Zuo Qiu said earnestly. "People with a fever are weak and it's difficult for them to get out of bed. Miss Lin, please wait a little longer. Our boss is alone at home with no one to help. It's really worrying. My heart aches. "
Lin Chu, "…"
Mr. Zuo, that's not what you said before.
"Ah, Miss Lin, please remember to convey my deep concern for Master Yan to Master Yan." Zuo Qiu hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.
Lin Chu, "…"
She now wanted to know what Yan Beicheng's standards were.
However, she felt that Zuo Qiu's words made sense. Yan Beicheng might be seriously ill, so he moved slowly. She pressed the doorbell again.
Yan Beicheng was still anxiously guarding the intercom. He secretly cursed himself for not unlocking the door for Lin Chu. What if Lin Chu thought that he was not at home and left?
Just as he was about to chase after her, the doorbell rang again. To Yan Beicheng, it was like the sound of nature.
This time, he did not dare to be reserved. He quickly pressed the answer button and asked in a hoarse voice, "Miss Lin? Why are you here? "
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