Chapter 89 Exclusive 89 The physical reaction of waking up early makes...
When she woke up, she found herself being held tightly in Zhou Ci's arms.
Zhou Ci was so hot that he had already taken off his shirt. The burning heat of his exposed chest came through the thin fabric of his pajamas. Song Yu could clearly feel the tense muscles on his back.
She turned around and touched Zhou Ci's forehead. Fortunately, the fever had subsided, and Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
This movement startled Zhou Ci, who was already sleeping restlessly. His long, baby-straight eyelashes trembled a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes. Song Yu, newly awakened, exuded a lazy charm without realizing it. Zhou Ci's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and his pupils seemed darker than usual due to his illness. "Mrs. Zhou, good morning!"
Song Yu clearly saw the red marks on Zhou Ci's lower eyelids where the capillaries were broken. His pupils were slightly dilated due to not sleeping well, and Song Yu couldn't ignore the physical reaction of waking up early.
"Good morning, Mr. Zhou."
The situation was a bit awkward, but Zhou Ci showed no sign of backing down. Song Yu could only make small talk: "I just took your forehead temperature, and it seems you're no longer feverish. Are you feeling any discomfort elsewhere?"
Zhou Ci suddenly arched his back and put his head in front of her: "My head still hurts a little. Could you please massage it for me? Maybe it will go away if you massage it."
Song Yu could only rub his solar plexus, not even noticing the straps of his nightgown slipping off quietly. "Are you feeling better?"
"Sister, your massage feels so good." Suppressed breathing sprayed behind Song Yu's ear, and his sweaty chest quietly pressed against her heart. "Sister, can you feel it? It's beating so loudly."
Song Yu retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted, but Yue Yao was restrained by his arms like an iron hoop. She stammered, "You're just sick."
"Sister, I seem to have a fever again. I'm so hot. Can you give me another fever-reducing patch? Physical cooling can also be used." Zhou Ci's hot lips lingered along Song Yu's shoulder blades, lingering repeatedly but not daring to really kiss her. He said with difficulty, "Just like sister taught me before, wiping the aorta with alcohol can physically reduce the temperature."
Song Yu was held tightly in his arms, and she felt everything she should and shouldn't feel. It could only be said that Zhou Ci was too young, too sensitive, and too vulnerable to teasing. She didn't do anything, but his reaction was so big.
She wasn't having a good time either. The places where Zhou Ci touched were so soft that she couldn't even lift a muscle. Both of them were sweating.
Zhou Ci grabbed Song Yu's hand and put it on his chest: "Sister, please listen for me. Is his heart rate too fast or his capillaries dilated? Do I need extracorporeal circulation to cool him down?"
Song Yu couldn't pull his hand away: "You are still sick, and patients should have a good rest."
Sweat dripped down Zhou Ci's forehead. "But I still feel hot. It's very uncomfortable. My heartbeat is so fast that I can't stand it. How about I take a cold shower?"
He was about to stand up when Song Yu pulled him back: "You're taking a cold shower right after your fever subsided, are you trying to kill yourself?"
"What should I do?" Zhou Ci looked at her pitifully: "I really feel so bad."
Song Yu lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling like dying butterfly wings in the morning light. She asked seriously, "Then what do you want to do? How can I make you feel better?"
Zhou Ci stared at her with burning eyes, his Adam's apple rolling violently, and his tense jawline revealed his nervousness. In the dead silence, Song Yu anticipated what he was going to say, but in the end he said nothing.
He ignored Song Yu's attempts to stop him, got up, went to the bathroom and took a cold shower.
When the bathroom door was closed, Song Yu was shocked to find that her back was covered in sweat. She was actually relieved because she was not ready to develop an intimate relationship with Zhou Ci.
When Zhou Ci came out of the bathroom, he was already dressed and was talking on the phone.
After he hung up the phone, he said to Song Yu, who was still in a daze on the bed, "I've booked a flight back to City B at ten o'clock."
Song Yu finally came back to his senses: "You haven't recovered from your illness yet, what if you catch a fever again on the plane?"
"It's only a two-hour flight, not a big deal." Zhou Ci didn't take it seriously. "Let's go have breakfast together?"
With so little time and a flight to catch, it's impossible to sample the local delicacies. However, the hotel provides breakfast, so Song Yu said, "The hotel has a buffet in the morning. Can I take you there?"
As long as there is something to eat, Zhou Ci is not picky about food, so he nodded.
After breakfast, Song Yu sent Zhou Ci to the airport.
Passing a scenic spot on the way, Song Yu pointed it out to Zhou Ci beside him and said, "If you don't have any urgent matters in City B, why don't you stay here for a few more days? It's neither too cold nor too hot in this season, and the scenery is beautiful."
Perhaps Song Yu's plea pleased Zhou Ci, and even his hair softened. "I'll come over with you next time. I have a meeting this afternoon. The attendees are official, so I can't be absent."
Song Yu understood that work was important, "Then we'll come together again if we have the chance."
Song Yu started the conversation, and Zhou Ci was willing to say more: "Zhou will send someone to discuss the raw materials with you this afternoon. When you are free, you can meet with them."
Song Yu agreed: "Okay, I will make time to meet you."
Before boarding the plane, Zhou Ci took two steps and then walked back: "Song Yu, you said you need space, so I will give you space. When you think clearly, come back and I will wait for you at home."
Before Song Yu could react, Zhou Ci took a few steps back and entered the passage.
"See you at home, Mrs. Zhou!"
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Song Yu didn't stay here for long. She planned to return to City B as soon as the matter was resolved.
Before boarding the plane, she sent a message to Zhou Ci, informing him of her itinerary.
As soon as she landed in City B, she didn't bother asking anyone to pick her up and just took a taxi home from the airport.
Unexpectedly, when she dragged her suitcase and opened the door of the bridal chamber, Zhou Ci was sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for her.
There was a laptop on the coffee table in front of him and a few contracts spread out on his knees. When he heard the sound and looked up, a strand of hair fell on his forehead, covering the bloodshot eyes that had not faded.
"Are you back?" Zhou Ci put down the contract in his hand.
Song Yu put the suitcase aside and changed his shoes at the entrance. He asked, "Why are you home at this time? Don't you have to go to work today?"
"I knew you were coming back today, and since you didn't want anyone to pick you up, I just waited for you at home." Zhou Ci rubbed his eyebrows and stood up.
Song Yu walked towards him: "Business trips are common, you don't have to wait for me specially in the future."
Zhou Ci remained noncommittal. "It's time to have lunch first. I just airlifted in the butter crabs this morning, and I removed their claws myself."
Song Yu didn't see Aunt Qin in the kitchen. He looked at the dishes on the table and said hesitantly, "Did you cook?"
Zhou Ci picked up the trembling crab roe and placed it in Song Yu's bowl: "I haven't cooked in a long time. Try it and see if my cooking skills have deteriorated."
Song Yu sat down next to him, took a piece of food with chopsticks, put it into his mouth and tasted it carefully, praising it generously: "It's not inferior, it tastes better than what is made outside."
"Are you serious?" Zhou Ci also took a bite, his tone less uncertain: "It's delicious, but the fishy smell isn't handled well."
"It's already very good." Song Yu took another bite. "You have to allow yourself to be less omnipotent, otherwise it will be too tiring."
Zhou Ci looked at her: "You used to like saying that."
Song Yu smiled helplessly: "When you're a teenager, you have plenty of energy. The older you get, the more you realize that time is limited and energy is insufficient. No one can finish everything. Just focus on the most important things and leave the rest to professionals."
Zhou Ci served Song Yu a bowl of rice: "Are you feeling sorry for me?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Song Yu laughed, "I don't lack food. You can leave the cooking to Aunt Qin and the others. Even if you are a spinning top, you still need to rest properly."
"I don't dare to rest." Zhou Ci pushed the bowl in front of Song Yu, his eyelashes turning light brown in the sunlight. "Everything I have is earned by giving up my rest time. No one is willing to hand it to me ready-made. I've gotten used to it over the years."
"Then I'll accompany you from now on." Song Yu said quickly, "Let's take it slow."
Zhou Ci looked at Song Yu. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, her eyes were smiling, and she looked so bright and confident that people wanted to believe her for no reason.
Zhou Ci looked at her for a long time, which made Song Yu feel a little uncomfortable, and then he said, "Yeah!"
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Aunt Qin came at a good time. She came just after Zhou Ci and Song Yu finished their meal.
After sorting out the things bought from the supermarket, Aunt Qin started to clear the table, and Zhou Ci and Song Yu stood up at the right time.
When they arrived at the living room, Zhou Ci asked Song Yu, "Are you going to the company this afternoon?"
Song Yu shook his head: "No, take a rest in the afternoon and go tomorrow."
Zhou Ci nodded, but said nothing more.
Song Yu walked slowly on the treadmill for half an hour and worked up a little sweat. She went back to her room, took a shower, and after drying her hair, she went to bed and had a nice nap.
When she woke up and left the room, she found that Zhou Ci had not gone to the company in the afternoon. Song Yu was really surprised: "You didn't go to the company in the afternoon?" Zhou Ci who was so leisurely was really unlike him.
"Didn't you say I needed to rest properly?" Zhou Ci replied, quoting what Song Yu had just said at noon. "I'm listening to you."
"So obedient?" Song Yu teased him.
"Go change your clothes!" Zhou Ci looked at his watch. "The nutritionist will be here soon."
Song Yu was stunned: "What nutritionist?"
"You'd rather install a treadmill in your office than eat properly, so I have no choice but to ask a nutritionist to come and create a diet for you." Zhou Ci said bluntly, "This is the director of the Clinical Nutrition Department of Xiehe."
Song Yu felt a little embarrassed about being caught, so she said nothing and went back to her room to change into home clothes for meeting guests.
As soon as he sat down on the sofa next to Zhou Ci, another aunt came over to report: "Madam, I've sorted out the suitcase you left in the hallway. I've sent the laundry notes on your bag to the dry cleaners. I've disinfected the bottles of skincare products with alcohol. Shall I bring them back to your room now?"
"Okay, thank you. Thank you for your hard work."
"This is what we should do." After saying this, the aunt turned around and went back to work.
Zhou Ci was drinking tea. He had just poured a cup for Song Yu when the doorbell rang.
Aunt Qin had nothing to do at the moment, so she ran to open the door and brought the person to Zhou Ci and Song Yu.
The visitor was a woman in her forties or fifties, wearing a simple cotton and linen long-sleeved shirt and loose jeans. Her skin was clear and her blood was full, which made people feel good just by looking at her.
When she saw Zhou Ci and Song Yu, she smiled brightly: "Mr. Zhou, Mrs. Zhou."
"Director Qiu, good afternoon." Zhou Ci pointed to the seat across from the tea table. "Excuse me for bothering you. Please take a seat and have a cup of tea first."
Director Qiu readily agreed: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou. I'm a little thirsty."
After drinking tea, we started to get down to business.
Director Qiu pulled Song Yu's medical report from her bag and handed it to Zhou Ci and Song Yu. "Mrs. Zhou's BMI is 17.8, and her body fat percentage is too low. Consuming only raw and cold vegetables for dinner for a long time can lead to vitamin D deficiency. Does Mrs. Zhou experience calf cramps at night? How often?"
"Occasionally..." Under Zhou Ci's gaze, Song Yu changed his words, "I haven't calculated it carefully, but maybe once or twice a week? It's over very quickly. I also make sure to supplement my vitamin D regularly."
Director Qiu's eyes were sharp as he brushed across the paper. "From today on, dinner will be a warm salad with quinoa as the base, grilled salmon for high-quality protein, and avocado for healthy fats."
As she was speaking, she suddenly turned to Zhou Ci and said, "I heard that President Zhou always forces Mrs. Zhou to drink tonic soup?"
Zhou Ci's crossed legs instantly flattened. Under Director Qiu's gaze, he stole a glance at Song Yu, his voice a little nervous: "I just..."
Director Qiu's next words put his mind at ease: "It's okay to drink soup in autumn and winter, but it should be paired with whole grains." She tore off the menu and handed it to him. "What you need is balance, not confrontation."
Zhou Ci nodded cooperatively: "Okay, we will follow the doctor's orders."
Song Yu stared at the neat handwriting on the recipe and suddenly noticed that each dish was marked as servings for two people: "Why is it a double serving?"
Zhou Ci's knuckles brushed across the paper, clearing her mind: "I'll eat light meals with you from now on."
Song Yu objected directly: "How can that be possible? Your workload is much more intense than mine and requires more energy. You won't be able to handle eating like this for a long time."
"I'm also afraid of getting fat and losing my looks."
"It still doesn't work!" Song Yu shook his head.
"You don't have to worry about my nutritional intake. I will ask Director Qiu to adjust the diet at any time." Zhou Ci persuaded her patiently.
Song Yu looked at Director Qiu: "Director Qiu, is it really okay for him to eat like this?"
"It seems fine at the moment. I'll check in regularly and make adjustments based on your physical examination reports." Director Qiu gathered the documents on his desk and prepared to leave. "I'll be leaving now. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions."
Zhou Ci and Song Yu stood up to see him off: "Thank you for the trouble you've taken."
Director Qiu waved his hands repeatedly: "No need to see me off! Just continue drinking your tea."
Song Yu pulled Zhou Ci along and insisted on escorting Director Qiu out. Although their status didn't require such consideration, Song Yu always believed that this was a sign of good upbringing and good moral character.
After seeing Director Qiu off, the two looked at each other in the entrance hall. Zhou Ci asked, "Shall we continue drinking tea?"
Song Yu said: "I want to go home. I haven't been back to see my mother for a long time. I can see my father every day at the company. And my grandparents video call me every day and say they miss me."
"Then I'll accompany you?"
"Okay!" Song Yu said happily, "Let's eat there tonight. If it's too late, we can stay there for one night."
As soon as she finished speaking, she remembered Zhou Ci's previous habit of being particular about his bed, and asked uncertainly, "Are you really not particular about your bed now?"
"I don't admit it. After so many years, I've forced myself to become immune."
Song Yu was relieved, but she didn't know why, she felt a little melancholy and sad.
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