Chapter 29 Fever When Shen Li came out of the shower...

When Shen Li came out after taking a shower, Dong Li was already exhausted from playing and was lying on the sofa, half asleep.

Tomorrow is a rare Sunday, and Shen Li didn't want to go to bed so early. After taking his medicine, he sat down next to the frozen pear, covered his legs with a soft blanket, and found a light movie to pass the time. Just as he started looking at it, his phone rang.

Shen Li paused his hand as he stroked the fluffy head, and he put the movie on hold.

The phone screen shook, and Jiang Huaichuan's handsome face appeared on the screen. He had just finished a cocktail party, and had taken off his suit jacket and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his sexy Adam's apple.

Seeing the background clearly, Jiang Huaichuan checked the time with a puzzled look: "Why are we still in the living room?"

Shen Li flipped the camera over and pointed it at the large television in front of her: "Watching a movie."

Aren't you sleepy?

Shen Li shook his head. Perhaps it was because he had taken a nap at the Shen family's house this afternoon, but he was not sleepy at all.

Shen Li stared at Jiang Huaichuan and saw the weariness he was trying to suppress in his eyes. Just as she was about to speak, Song An's voice suddenly came from outside the screen.

"Boss, the medicine has arrived."

The camera shook violently, as if trying to cover something up, and the screen went black before lighting up again a few seconds later.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Shen Li sat up straight and asked with concern.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, Jiang Huaichuan had no choice but to tell the truth: "I have a bit of a cold and a sore throat."

"What about the fever?" Shen Li was even more worried. Jiang Huaichuan usually didn't get a fever, but when he did, it was very serious; he would feel dizzy and vomit for several days.

Jiang Huaichuan pressed the back of his hand against his forehead: "No fever."

"That's good." Shen Li's eyes flickered, and he said softly.

"Where's Xiaoli?" Jiang Huaichuan changed the subject.

Shen Li paused, then reached out with his right hand and scooped the frozen pear into his arms. The camera panned down slightly.

"Meow?"

Jiang Huaichuan teased for a while, and seeing the camera getting further and further out of frame, he finally couldn't help but joke: "Xiao Li, your dad is out of frame, you can't see your father, quickly swat him away."

Jiang Huaichuan was just saying it casually, but before he could finish speaking, a pink cat paw flashed in front of the camera. The next second, the camera moved up a few inches, revealing Shen Li's astonished face.

Jiang Huaichuan and Shen Li locked eyes, both seeing shock in each other's eyes. Shen Li's fingers were still resting on Dongli's chin.

"...Coincidence?" Shen Li asked in silence.

Jiang Huaichuan hesitated: "Is that so?"

...

After hanging up the phone, Shen Li's eyes darkened. He lifted the blanket, pushed out a suitcase from the storage room, and began to pack things into it.

Jiang Huaichuan's condition was clearly not right; he definitely had a fever.

After tidying up, Shen Li contacted a pet store to board Dong Li, bought a ticket, and went to bed, forcing herself to close her eyes and sleep.

The next day, Jiang Huaichuan walked out of the HCL Group building with a sullen face, and even Song An, who was usually good-tempered, could not suppress his anger.

"These old geezers are really good at talking nonsense."

HCL is a long-established company in City C. However, it has fallen behind the times due to the passage of time. Coupled with internal corruption and poor decision-making, HCL's stock price has been falling in recent years and it is on the verge of bankruptcy.

After evaluation, Jiang's Group believed that the acquisition was feasible. After all, as an established company, it still had some trump cards even if it was not doing well. However, the core that supported the company's establishment and operation failed to play a real role after the death of HCL's CEO and the subsequent takeover by his successor. Meanwhile, the old guys on the board of directors were eager to divide up the profits.

The price had already been agreed upon, and Jiang Huaichuan's main purpose in coming here was to sign the contract. Perhaps seeing that Jiang Huaichuan had come in person, the old guys at HCL suddenly felt that there was still room to negotiate for their interests, so for three consecutive days they changed the subject and refused to sign the contract.

For the first two days, Jiang Huaichuan could let these old geezers do their dirty work. On the third day, Jiang Huaichuan woke up with a splitting headache and, upon taking his temperature, found that he had indeed developed a high fever.

Jiang Huaichuan had barely leaned against the headboard when his face turned pale. He pulled back the covers and rushed into the bathroom to retch.

Jiang Huaichuan braced his hands on the sink, his black, tousled hair soaked with cold sweat, clinging damply to his forehead. Forcing himself to wash up and change, Jiang Huaichuan, suppressing his discomfort, went to HCL Group for negotiations. Unexpectedly, it was the same old rambling, the same old story. Already fuming, Jiang Huaichuan threw down the documents and turned to leave.

For the Jiang Group, HCL is not irreplaceable. The reason he allowed this group to make a scene for two days was because this cooperation was the result of months of hard work by various departments of the company.

Jiang Huaichuan stormed off, but he knew that HCL would definitely call to apologize within an hour, but he didn't want to deal with it today.

It started drizzling in City C this morning, and by noon the rain had intensified, covering a large area of ​​the city like a curtain.

The driver was already waiting at the door. Jiang Huaichuan strode out, but suddenly stopped.

A boy holding an umbrella and pulling a black suitcase walked towards us through the rain. His face was hidden behind the umbrella, and his hands holding the umbrella handle were fair and slender.

Song An had already opened the car door and watched as Jiang Huaichuan turned and walked in another direction.

Song An:

The next second, Song An suddenly realized.

Jiang Huaichuan took the umbrella handle and lifted it up, revealing the face he had been longing for day and night hidden behind the umbrella.

"Why did you come here?" Jiang Huaichuan's peach blossom eyes sparkled, and a clear smile appeared on his lips, unable to hide his surprise. He reached out and pulled the suitcase from Shen Li's hand. The next second, a cool hand covered his forehead.

A flicker of panic crossed Jiang Huaichuan's eyes, but then Shen Li calmly asked, "What's the fever level?"

"38.7, I feel a bit dizzy, I threw up this morning." Jiang Huaichuan didn't dare to hide anything and confessed everything like spilling beans.

Seeing Shen Li's increasingly pale face, Jiang Huaichuan, who had been walking steadily, staggered and said weakly, "My head hurts so much."

Shen Li: ...That's a bit deliberate...

Jiang Huaichuan acted like this partly for Shen Li's benefit, and partly because he was genuinely upset. As soon as he got into the car, he buried his face in Shen Li's neck and didn't move.

The scalding heat hit the sensitive skin on her neck, sending a tingling sensation through her. Shen Li touched her burning forehead with her palm, her eyes filled with even more worry.

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the hotel room, Jiang Huaichuan rushed into the bathroom and vomited violently.

Shen Li gently stroked Jiang Huaichuan's back until Jiang Huaichuan recovered, by which time a thin layer of sweat had appeared on Shen Li's back.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll be fine after a nap." Jiang Huaichuan rinsed his mouth, changed his clothes, lay down on the bed, and obediently buried himself in the quilt.

Jiang Huaichuan was in poor spirits due to the high fever, and with Shen Li's aura surrounding him, he quickly fell asleep.

Song An came over in the middle of the trip, and only then did Shen Li learn what had happened in the past three days.

As expected, HCL's boss called to apologize. He first called Jiang Huaichuan, but Jiang Huaichuan was asleep and didn't answer. HCL thought the matter was over and hurriedly called Song An.

At that time, Song Anzheng and Shen Li were having lunch. After hearing this, Song Anzheng sneered inwardly. Instead of giving a clear answer, he said that everything would be based on President Jiang's decision. This caused the boss of HCL to berate the shareholders who led the board meeting.

He had originally entrusted this matter to the board of directors because he felt that they hadn't accomplished anything substantial in recent years, but they had, after all, been with the company all along. If he could leave a good impression on the new boss, his future situation in the company would be better. Who knew that these people would cause such a huge mess behind his back?

Jiang Huaichuan slept until night. When he woke up, he was still half-asleep and thought he was at home. He stretched out his arms to wrap around Chen Li's waist, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Shen Li was looking at the documents sent by Song An when she was caught off guard and caught red-handed.

The HCL boss will personally fly back tomorrow morning to sign the contract. Regardless of whether Jiang Huaichuan will show up or not, Shen Li has decided to push the price down further. Therefore, he must familiarize himself with the situation over the past few days as soon as possible, understand the other party's negotiation style, and look for loopholes.

Shen Li is gentle to everyone and has his own set of principles in dealing with people, but at the same time he is very protective of his own.

Knowing that Jiang Huaichuan had attended a drinking party with a high fever, and that the group of old men at the party had assured him that the contract would be signed the next morning, Shen Li was filled with anger after Jiang Huaichuan went to the party the next day even after vomiting, in order to return to China as soon as possible to deal with the matters in the west of the city. He was then tricked again.

Jiang Huaichuan buried his face in Shen Li's lower back, his voice hoarse from the fever: "Cough cough, what time is it?"

Shen Li turned around and checked Jiang Huaichuan's temperature, saying gently, "It's almost 11 o'clock."

So late?

Jiang Huaichuan raised his head in surprise; he had slept for nearly 12 hours.

Jiang Huaichuan hadn't eaten all day, so Shen Li ordered him a bowl of porridge. While Jiang Huaichuan was eating, Shen Li briefly shared her thoughts.

Jiang Huaichuan: "Okay, that was my plan too."

HCL can't find a better buyer than the Jiang family at this stage. If they don't pull this stunt, the original acquisition price will allow HCL to retain its last shred of dignity.

However, this whole mess will inevitably lead to a stark contrast in the final price, which explains why HCL's boss was so furious and rushed back from abroad.

HCL booked a large suite for Jiang Huaichuan, which had three rooms. At first, Jiang Huaichuan asked Shen Li to sleep in the next room, but Shen Li refused. Jiang Huaichuan was still running a fever, which was most likely to relapse and worsen at night. Shen Li was afraid that when he woke up the next day, he would be so feverish that no one would remember his name.

Jiang Huaichuan slept peacefully that night. Afraid of infecting Shen Li, he didn't even dare to hold Shen Li while sleeping. But fearing he might not be able to resist in the middle of the night, he took two pillows from next door and placed them in the middle, creating a so-called clear boundary.

The next morning, Shen Li, dressed in a black suit and carrying Jiang Huaichuan's laptop, met with Song An at a restaurant.

Seeing that he was alone, Song An showed an expression of "I knew it" and pointed to the seat opposite him.

Song An: "Good morning. It seems we'll be fighting side by side today."

Shen Li forced a smile.

This morning, after Shen Li finished washing up, Jiang Huaichuan was still lying in bed and refused to get up. His fever had subsided a bit; he had taken his temperature this morning, and it was 37.9 degrees Celsius.

Although the fever did not completely subside, fortunately it did not worsen.

However, Jiang Huaichuan simply covered his head and, taking advantage of the presence of Shen Li and Song An, openly and blatantly skipped work.

Jiang Huaichuan's aggrieved voice came from under the covers: "I don't care, I have a headache and feel dizzy, I don't want to go to work." After saying that, he childishly kicked his leg.

Shen Li was speechless at the sight of that scoundrel's demeanor.