Chapter 79 I Prefer This Place

The morning air was chilly, and the clouds were bustling about. The doctor left the bedroom, and Bo Jinzhou, dressed in casual clothes, tall and upright, gently closed the bedroom door.

"Dr. Zhu, how is my wife?"

Dr. Zhu looked grave. "She's physically exhausted and overworked. She hasn't even recovered from her cold and she's already developed a fever. Mr. Bo, please be careful."

Dr. Zhu spoke cryptically, and Bo Jinzhou frowned, a hint of regret showing on his cold, stern face. "Okay."

Dr. Zhu added, "If you want to have a child, it's best to wait a year. Her current physical condition is not suitable for having a child; she needs to take good care of her health."

Bo Jinzhou's eyes flickered slightly. After seeing Dr. Zhu off, Wang Ma handed the medicine to Bo Jinzhou, saying, "Jin, give the medicine to Mianmian."

Bo Jinzhou took the medicine, a dark liquid and a tube of ointment.

Jiang Yimian lay on the bed, completely exhausted, coughing intermittently, her lips pale and her face sickly.

The man's strong arms lifted her up; although she wasn't as thin as before, she still felt light as a feather.

I only gained three pounds.

"Here, take your medicine."

She had just finished her IV drip, and the first thing she did when she opened her eyes was to drink her medicine; her whole little face looked miserable.

"I've already had an injection, do I still need to take medicine?"

Bo Jinzhou coaxed her, "Be good, drink it before you go to bed early."

"You said the same thing last time, and it just got worse."

Her voice was hoarse as she accused him, a wave of irritation washing over her.

"Also, if you hadn't gone crazy yesterday, I wouldn't be like this. Come to think of it, it's all your fault."

Bo Jinzhou chuckled: "You did ask for a lot yesterday, but you didn't refuse."

Jiang Yimian didn't have the strength to argue with him, so she opened her mouth and bit him.

Bo Jinzhou laughed, "Not as fierce as yesterday."

Jiang Yimian felt embarrassed and pinched her nose to drink the medicine. Bo Jinzhou then gave her some candy.

Lying down again, Bo Jinzhou reached out and pulled back the covers, startling Jiang Yimian. "What are you doing?"

The man gripped her knee tightly. "I'll put some medicine on you."

Jiang Yimian kicked him: "I'll do it myself."

Bo Jinzhou buried his hands in his skirt, "You can't see."

Jiang Yimian frowned. "Then be gentle, it still hurts."

She muttered, "I wonder if it's X."

Bo Jinzhou lowered his dark eyes, a slight smile curving his lips. "Yes, it's X."

Jiang Yimian tightened her knees. "If you don't behave, I'll kick you to death."

Bo Jinzhou's eyes darkened slightly as he silently applied the medicine to her.

Afterwards, Bo Jinzhou went to wash his hands, while Jiang Yimian lay on the bed with a terrible headache.

I'm starting to regret messing around with him last night.

Song Zhou moved all the documents to the cloud, and the meetings were also held online. Jiang Yimian received an IV drip on the first day, and by the second day she felt much better; at least her headache was gone.

But having to receive IV fluids for three consecutive days, Jiang Yimian was incredibly bored staying at home all day.

Bo Jinzhou called Chu Yao and Han Feng over to chat with her, but Tan Yusu was busy preparing for her performance and didn't have time to come.

In the study, Song Zhou placed the documents on the desk. "President Bo, these are the documents that need to be signed today."

"Chen Qing has regained consciousness, but he has been unwilling to speak. In addition, there have been some suspicious people appearing outside the ward recently."

Bo Jinzhou took out a black pen, opened the document, his dark eyes scanning it carefully. He turned the page and signed his name with deft movements.

"They've gone to great lengths to get close; let's not let them waste their time."

Song Zhou frowned, pondering the meaning of his words. Her eyes clear and understanding, she nodded: "Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

After Han Feng and Chu Yao left, Jiang Yimian felt much better. Remembering that the recorder was still missing, she knocked on the study door.

The study door opened from the inside, and Bo Jinzhou took her hand. "Next time, just come in directly."

Jiang Yimian's eyes flickered slightly, and she nodded. "I came to you to ask about the recorder."

Her voice was hoarse and lacked strength.

Bo Jinzhou led her inside and sat her down on the sofa. "The recorder has been found and is still being repaired. It will be available soon, and we can announce it at the engagement banquet."

Jiang Yimian's heart tightened, her fingertips curled up, and she looked at him with her eyes as calm as possible, "How...how did you know I wanted to expose it that day?"

Bo Jinzhou's brows were relaxed, and his handsome face was composed. "That day was a good day, wasn't it?"

Jiang Yimian's heart pounded nervously as she nodded, "Yes."

"Chen Qingqing refused to say anything, and Lu Wenchang wanted to silence her, which was just the right opportunity to break through."

Jiang Yimian was surprised by how comprehensive his arrangements were. She smiled and said, "You're so kind."

That's a really good knife.

He solved so many problems for her.

Jiang Yimian wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, looking coquettish.

Leaning against him, her gentle, watery eyes calmed down. For some reason, she always felt a vague unease in her heart, as if something was wrong with Bo Jinzhou.

Bo Jinzhou, pleased, sat her on his lap, saying, "Not enough."

Jiang Yimian smiled and covered his mouth, "I have a bad cold, so I can't kiss you for the next couple of days, for fear of infecting you."

She looked understanding, while Bo Jinzhou looked dejected. He tapped his cheek with the tip of his tongue, his expression casual yet roguish. "We did it all night yesterday, kissed countless times, and nothing happened. Isn't it too late to say this now?"

Jiang Yimian coughed lightly, "That was because you bewitched me."

Bo Jinzhou played with her fingers, his nose brushing against her fair cheek. "Then I'll bewitch you one more time."

Bo Jinzhou, wearing a white turtleneck sweater, placed her hand on his neck and asked, "Don't you like touching here?"

"for you."

His voice was low and husky, with a breathy quality, more like a teasing tone.

Jiang Yimian felt his Adam's apple bobbing inside the sweater, his neck in her palm, the most vulnerable spot given to her.

Jiang Yimian's lowered eyes held a cold glint, but the next second she moved her hand down and smiled brightly, "I prefer it here."

Bo Jinzhou stiffened, staring at her as he covered the back of her hand with his own. "I just taught you yesterday, and you've already forgotten?"

Jiang Yimian's voice was soft and sweet: "Then can you teach me again?"

Bo Jinzhou chuckled softly, then grabbed her wrist and pulled it back. "Be good, focus on getting better first."

Jiang Yimian fussed in his arms for a while, then Wang Ma brought over the medicine. There was a knock on the door, which startled her so much that she immediately got off him.

Aunt Wang came in and looked at the two of them with a smile, "I guessed you were here because Mianmian wasn't in the bedroom."

"It just so happens that A-Jin is here, and he's taking care of Mianmian as she takes her medicine."

Jiang Yimian muttered, "I'm not a child, I don't need to be taken care of."

Aunt Wang joked, "In our eyes, you're just a little kid."

Jiang Yimian's face flushed, and she said with a hint of coquettishness, "Oh dear, Aunt Wang, please stop teasing me."

Aunt Wang chuckled twice and then left.

Bo Jinzhou pinched her cheek and laughed, "Why is your face so red?"

Jiang Yimian pushed his hand away, "Keep your distance from me next time."

Bo Jinzhou raised an eyebrow: "You're already tired of it?"

Jiang Yimian: "Otherwise, Wang Ma will make fun of us again."

“Wang Ma is getting old and just likes to see us young couple happy and content. That’s her way of expressing her joy and blessings.”

Aunt Wang is sixty years old. She is open-minded, but she also retains some of the playful ideas of the older generation.

But she would only make a couple of jokes and wouldn't say anything more.