Chapter 92 She is very important to Mr. Lin

“Yes,” Xiao Cui explained, “Mr. Lin seems to particularly like thunderstorms. His room has a special feature that keeps the lights on even when the power goes out.”

Ye Qingning instantly understood. No wonder even a super-rich man like Lin Feiyan would experience power outages during thunderstorms; it was actually one of his personal quirks.

No wonder he reacted that way when I suggested repairs.

He really is a very eccentric male protagonist.

In short, such a delicate little girl must have been terrified.

After breakfast, Ye Qingning called Jian Yan. The phone rang for a while before being answered. Jian Yan's voice was a little hoarse: "Miss Ye, is there something you need?"

"You don't need to be so polite, just call me Qingning." Ye Qingning asked, "Are you at the house?"

"Yes, I am," Jianyan replied. "I'm just about to get up and make breakfast."

"Were you scared by the thunderstorm last night? The power goes out in the house whenever there's a thunderstorm."

"It's alright." Jian Yan raised her hand and rubbed her temples, feeling a little drowsy. "I just didn't sleep very well, and I might have a slight fever."

"I can tell." Ye Qingning paused for a moment. "There's cold medicine in the house. Tell Mr. Lin to find some for you, and he'll arrange for a doctor to treat you."

Jian Yan paused briefly before replying, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Yan struggled to get out of bed, casually washed her face with cold water, and went downstairs. Unexpectedly, she ran into Lin Feiyan, who had just come in from outside, in the living room.

The man was still wearing the clothes he had left in the middle of the night: a black shirt and black trousers, which couldn't hide his handsome and noble appearance. Only his brows and eyes concealed a hint of weariness, and his gaze was chillingly cold.

She hurried over and greeted him, "Mr. Lin, what would you like for breakfast? I'll prepare it right away."

"Fresh meat wontons," Lin Feiyan said coldly. "You have half an hour."

“Okay, Mr. Lin.” Jian Yan hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Qing Ning said she has some cold medicine at home, could you give me two fever-reducing pills first?”

Lin Feiyan's brows furrowed with annoyance: "Go out and buy the food yourself after you finish cooking. You're just the cook responsible for three meals a day. I'm not restricting your freedom."

Jian Yan paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, Mr. Lin, I'll go prepare breakfast right away."

...

The ward.

Ye Qingning was idly flipping through a book on acting when Chen Ci pushed the door open and came in: "The medical report is out, everything is normal, you can rest assured."

Seemingly surprised by his arrival, Ye Qingning paused for a moment and teased, "Why haven't you left yet? Aren't you afraid Mr. Lin will scold you if you're late?"

"What?" Chen Ci didn't understand. "Depart? Where to?"

"Go to the Lin residence." Ye Qingning looked surprised. "Didn't Mr. Lin ask you to go to the residence to see Jian Yan? She seems to have a fever."

Chen Ci handed her the medical report, pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed. His gaze fell on the book she had placed to the side, and he answered truthfully, "No."

"No?" Ye Qingning paused in her act of taking the report. "Has Mr. Lin not returned to the residence?"

After thinking it over, there's only one possibility; otherwise, he couldn't possibly be indifferent to Jianyan's illness.

Chen Ci laughed: "Then I'm not very clear about that. How could I dare to ask about his whereabouts?"

He looked at Ye Qingning with probing eyes: "Didn't you just meet Jian Yan? Why are you so concerned about her?"

Ye Qingning, with doubts in her heart, paused for a moment before answering, "She's different."

"How are they different?"

After a moment of contemplation, Ye Qingning decided that she should give Chen Ci a heads-up about this matter, so she said to him very seriously, "She is very important to Mr. Lin."

"Oh?" Chen Ci crossed his legs, looking nonchalant. "How important is it?"

Ye Qingning lowered her eyes and pondered. Telling the truth was definitely not going to work, but how could she get Chen Ci to pay more attention to Jian Yan?