"What's wrong with him?" An Yi couldn't help but ask the foreigner in French when he saw him standing in front of him stammering, "Why did he suddenly get such a high fever?"

“Young master…” the foreigner replied, “Did you not clean this gentleman up last night?”

"What? Clean up what?"

"That's right. Because men and women have different physiological structures, they usually need to wash out what's inside their bodies afterward. If I may be frank, didn't you use any protection last night?"

An Yi's face slowly turned red.

What safety measures? It was their first time together last night. He knew nothing about it and just slept with her.

It's truly a sin to have messed things up like this.

"You can take this gentleman to get cleaned up now, and I'll give him an anti-inflammatory injection in a bit," the foreign doctor said. "Also, such a strong reaction could be due to exhaustion and a low immune system, which is why he has such a high fever."

"I understand." An Yi bent down and picked up Jin He. He turned his head and saw Wang Yang looking completely bewildered, not understanding what the two of them were saying.

"Where are you going?"

"The doctor said we need to bring down Jinhe's fever." An Yi said calmly while holding Jinhe. "Xiaohe's breakfast is cold. Could you help me buy a warmer one? There should be a Chinese restaurant across the street where you can buy some porridge."

Wang Yang didn't think much of it, grabbed his wallet and went downstairs. An Yi filled the bathtub with warm water, then gently put Jin He in.

A person with a high fever experiences excruciating pain with even the slightest movement. Jin He groaned unconsciously with her eyes closed, but An Yi didn't hear her clearly, so he leaned closer to listen carefully:

"They're here, they're here... they're here..."

What are you saying?

An Yi didn't take it to heart. After washing Jin He thoroughly, he carried her out and wrapped her in a bath towel. The doctor quickly handed him a tube of ointment to apply to Jin He.

When Wang Yang returned with the porridge, Jin He had already changed her clothes, smelled wonderful, and was lying in bed, feeling dizzy. The syringe on the back of her hand was continuously injecting medicine into her body. The doctor had already left.

What did the doctor say?

"I'm too tired, I need to rest."

Wang Yang frowned, seemingly disagreeing with this statement. With the plane scheduled to take off in two hours, it would be too late if they didn't get up now.

"Should we let him board the plane first?" Wang Yang asked. "It's a flight of more than ten hours, that's enough time for him to rest."

"Do we really have to put him through all this? He's already like this?"

"But the penalty for breach of contract is several million. We can't just throw away several million for a night of sleeping."

“I can afford to pay a few million. Let him sleep, and I’ll pay.”

"What a great opportunity..."

Perhaps it was the noise from the two of them chattering too loudly, but Jin He groggily opened his eyes and found them still arguing. His high fever made his throat dry and itchy, and he couldn't help but cough twice.

“You go to sleep,” An Yi said.

What time is it?

“It’s already eight o’clock,” Wang Yang replied, his tone urging, “If we don’t head to the airport soon, we’ll be late. There are still fans waiting to pick us up in Haicheng.”

Jin He stretched out her arms slightly, trying to support herself as she sat up: "I, I'll change my clothes."

"Are you really going?"

An Yi stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Jin He ignored him, took the clothes Wang Yang handed her, and shakily tried to get out of bed, but unexpectedly An Yi turned to Wang Yang and said, "You should leave for a moment."

"Why should a grown man have to leave the room just to change his clothes?"

Nonsense! If Wang Yang saw this body covered in bruises, he'd probably explode!

"Brother Wang, why don't you go out for a bit?" Jin He said.

"I really don't understand what you're thinking. It's just a variety show, why do you have to go? Can't you even miss a day? Why do you have to go? Aren't these two days good enough? The doctor just said you're overworked and needs to rest for a while..."

"I want to go."

Jin He interrupted him, stubborn as a mule.

An Yi: "..."

An Yi stood up and dressed Jin He carefully, as if afraid of touching the IV tube. His lips were turned down, probably because Jin He was sulking because she hadn't listened to him.

But Jin He ignored him.

An Yi muttered under his breath, "You're really going too far..."

"Is there?"

"Exactly! He's really going too far!"

An Yi stood in his office, slamming his fist on the desk as he angrily said, "He doesn't listen to me at all. Not only does he ignore everything I say, but he also secretly rolls his eyes at me behind the camera! Whenever I get angry, Lin Nian says it's my fault. Am I being influenced by his gaslighting?"

Anxi sat on the other side of the desk without even looking up: "You made such a big profit, so don't complain. You made him suffer like that, so it's only right that you get a few scoldings from him."

The family doctor at the manor was clearly in cahoots with Anxi. As soon as An Yi got off the plane, his older sister called him over and asked him directly, "Hey, young man, are you dating someone?"

"Why doesn't he listen to me? Why? I'm doing this for his own good!"

Anxi had a neat shoulder-length bob, wore a dark-colored women's suit, and high heels that clicked as she walked. She looked like her mother, with narrow eyes, and she looked like a very capable woman.

"I haven't even asked yet, how old is your teammate?"

Eighteen years old.

Anxi loosened her pen, leaving a long black mark on the document. She exclaimed incredulously, "How big?!"

"Eighteen years old, so what?"

"you……"

"What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong. He just turned 18 and you took advantage of him. You still have the nerve to ask what's wrong? You ruined a perfectly good young man like that. You still have the nerve to be angry?"

"Can't I even get angry?"

"You dare to get angry with me again? You'd better start treating him like royalty. You still dare to get angry? He's been with you since he was eighteen. What are you going to do with him in the future?" Anxi was furious with this kid. "You wait, I'm definitely telling Mom about this and she'll beat you up when she gets back!"

Anxi felt that her adopted younger brother had been mentally challenged since childhood. She had seen Jin He's photos, and she could say that in all her years, she had seen so many handsome men, both inside and outside the entertainment industry, but this was the first time she had ever seen someone so beautiful.

She thought that she had been won over by An Yi, that big idiot, and that An Yi would feel incredibly lucky. But to her surprise, he started complaining!

You little brat!