Chapter 82

Being so direct in front of the camera almost counts as a confession.

After this interview is broadcast, it will definitely become a hot topic. The reporter was extremely excited and wanted to ask a few more questions. Then a staff member came hurriedly and said something in the reporter's ear.

The reporter was stunned, and his expression changed immediately when he looked at Jiang Qiao. He smiled and said, "Okay, okay, thank you Qiao Qiao, we can stop here later..."

Jiang Qiao was immersed in his own thoughts. When he heard the reporter say it was over, he slowly stood up.

As soon as they left the house, Yang Hua couldn't help but say to her, "Why are you so honest? You just tell them whatever they ask you. Why don't you keep it to yourself?!"

“………I don’t think there’s any need to hide this kind of thing. I’m an actor, not an idol…” Jiang Qiao retorted in a low voice.

"Oh, you know the difference between an actor and an idol!" Yang Hua said with a fake smile, "Then why don't you just say you have someone you like? Aren't you afraid that netizens will doxx you?"

Jiang Qiao stopped talking.

Manager Yang took a deep breath with a headache.

One by one, I really want this love-brained world to die.

*

Guonan Group is wealthy and powerful, and even though the weather has turned cooler, they still keep the air conditioning at 24 degrees as usual.

As soon as Jiang Qiao pushed open the glass door and walked in, he felt the comfortable temperature against his skin.

The pretty front desk staff came over in professional attire. When she saw her, she was startled, then she quickly put on a gentler and more friendly smile and whispered, "Ms. Jiang, are you here to see Mr. Lu?"

"Uh-huh, is he in the company?"

"Yes." The receptionist smiled and said, "I'll let Assistant Wang know, and you can go up."

"Thank you." Jiang Qiao didn't show it on his face when faced with the change in attitude of the front desk staff. He felt embarrassed inside and didn't know what to say.

After hanging up the internal call, the front desk staff asked Jiang Qiao to wait for a moment.

A few minutes later, Wang Jie, dressed in a suit and tie, appeared in front of her.

"Ms. Jiang." Wang Jie approached, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he lowered his voice: "Boss Lu said... let you go back."

"…………He doesn't want to see me?"

“No, no.” Wang Jie immediately retorted anxiously, somewhat helplessly: “Why would you think so…”

It's normal for her to think this way.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Qiao said, "Please tell Assistant Wang that I'm moving back to the apartment today, so he doesn't have to hide from me anymore."

Moving back to an apartment?!

Wang Jie, who was always calm, was stunned. He didn't know what had happened, but his intuition told him that if he spread this news, someone would be angry to death.

"Miss Jiang, Miss Jiang." Seeing that the girl had already walked to the door, Wang Jie hurried to follow.

"Assistant Wang, is there anything else?"

Jiang Qiao was in a bad mood right now, and she didn't want to lose her composure in front of outsiders.

Wang Jie also saw that she was unwilling to communicate more. Thinking of the man who had stayed in the president's office for several days, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind to speak out.

"Mr. Lu really doesn't want to see you..." Wang Jie's eyes were a little complicated. In Jiang Qiao's speechless gaze, he sighed and said, "Actually, Mr. Lu is sick."

"I caught a cold just two days after Chinese Valentine's Day. It was influenza. I didn't take any medicine. I started having a fever this morning. The situation doesn't look good..."

Wang Jie specifically emphasized that he caught a cold not long after Chinese Valentine's Day.

Sure enough, seeing the girl's shocked expression, there was also a hint of uneasiness and confusion.

President's Office.

The air conditioning inside was turned on very low, and a normal person would shiver if they walked in. The dark grey curtains slowly rolled up with the wind from the air conditioner, casting a faint shadow on the white floor.

Lu Xun unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and took a sip slowly. The cool liquid made his dry and burning throat feel better.

His lips were slightly pale, and he pursed them slightly. On the contrary, his face was abnormally red.

People who don't get sick often often have more severe symptoms once they get sick, and it's not easy to recover.

The dizzy and nauseous feeling made Lu Xun frown. He took out a fever-reducing pill from the medicine box beside him and swallowed it with mineral water.

You can't take too many antipyretic pills. He took two pills in just one hour.

The temperature on the thermometer remained at 38.5 degrees. After taking antipyretics, it briefly dropped to 37.5 degrees, but then quickly rose back up.

The family doctor was still on his way. Lu Xun half-supported his forehead against the desk, his head feeling dizzy.

Even when the door was pushed open and someone came in, he slowly raised his eyes and looked over, then frowned tightly.

Song Qingying was carrying a thermos bucket in one hand and various medicines in the other. She was wearing a white dress. As soon as she came in, she shivered because of the low room temperature.

"Mr. Lu, are you feeling unwell?" Song Qingying asked in a gentle and concerned voice, "Why is the temperature so low? It's not good for your health. I'll turn it up a bit..."

“No need.” Lu Xun interrupted her, his voice cold: “If you have nothing else, get out.”

Song Qingying looked at the man's handsome and calm face which was visibly flushed, and was sure that Lu Xun really had a high fever, but she still found it hard to believe.

This feeling was very strange. Lu Xun was too powerful, like a tireless and highly intelligent robot. So when she saw that Lu Xun could get sick like an ordinary person, she was reluctant to believe it.

However, she heard that sick people would be more vulnerable and more likely to open up than usual, so she could barely forgive Lu Xun for not being as indestructible as she thought.

"I cooked some porridge. You didn't eat much at noon, so you should drink some."

Song Qingying opened the thermos bucket and the fragrant rice porridge lingered in the air.

Lu Xun's temples were throbbing with pain, his eyes were slightly red, and he said with a strong anger: "Get out."

His tone was really cold. Song Qingying raised her eyes and met the man's gloomy and disgusted eyes. She took a step back in fear, trying to maintain her calm and gentle expression, saying with a weak and aggrieved look: "Lu Xun, you know, I like you, I just want you to get better soon..."

Ugly woman imitating beautiful woman.

"Get out." Lu Xun was always cold and rarely got angry, but now his face was completely gloomy, his eyes were as cold as ice.

Song Qingying had no doubt that if she said one more word, Lu Xun would make her live a life worse than death.

In the end, fear took over her brain. Song Qingying's face turned pale and she staggered away quickly.

There was still a strange and strong smell of perfume in the air. Lu Xun's eyes turned red and he quickly opened all the windows.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door slowly opened. Jiang Qiao just stepped out and saw a familiar slender figure coming out of the president's office. Song Qingying turned her back to her and left quickly. Jiang Qiao couldn't see the expression on her face.

Lu Xun is sick and doesn't want to see her, but he is willing to let Song Qingying enter the president's office. Is it work... or some other reason?

Xiao Lu: I'm not pretending to be pitiful this time (cold face)