Chapter 37 Will You Feel Sad?
When Shi Yan walked in, Song Yuchen's face was full of fatigue, and his eyelashes slowly fell down.
The coldness of the past had completely disappeared, and Shi Yan rarely saw any fragility on his face.
As soon as Shi Yan put down her bag, Song Yuchen woke up.
"You're here?"
Song Yuchen was about to get up, and Shi Yan reached out to help him, just in time to hold his burning wrist, "Is it burning so badly?"
Song Yuchen licked his dry lips and said, "A little bit."
"He fainted from the fever, and that's not serious?"
Shi Yan noticed that his expression was becoming increasingly unsettled, so she leaned in closer and asked, "Did you miss your medicine?"
Shi Yan frowned, and Song Yuchen couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and smiled calmly, "Yes."
Shi Yan felt inexplicably angry, and without stopping her hands, she rinsed the cup and handed it to Song Yuchen's mouth.
"Just drink it."
Song Yuchen nodded and drank the medicine from Shi Yan's hand.
Shi Yan's gaze swept across his rolling throat and his eyes shifted away.
Song Yuchen was a man with good physical fitness. He had a fever all day and all night, but when he woke up the next day he seemed fine.
Shi Yan was sleeping in the bed next to him. Song Yuchen lifted the quilt and went to take a shower first.
When he came back, Shi Yan had messy hair and asked him in a confused tone if he was okay.
Song Yuchen poured himself some water and drank most of it. Shi Yan's clothes were wrinkled, and a small piece of tender white skin was accidentally exposed on her chest.
Until Shi Yan realized that Song Yuchen had been staring at her, she subconsciously lowered her head, "Rogue!"
Song Yuchen squinted his eyes and said, "I feel a little dizzy and can't see clearly."
Shi Yan lowered her head and fastened the loose buttons. She didn't believe what Song Yuchen said about not seeing it clearly!
Song Yuchen changed his clothes in front of Shi Yan and prepared to be discharged from the hospital. Shi Yan hurried over.
"You're not well yet, and you're being discharged from the hospital already?"
"It's no problem."
"It's very troublesome!"
Shi Yan was a little anxious. How could a person not take care of himself after getting sick? Even though Song Yuchen looked like he was fine now.
It’s only right to give the IV drip for another day to consolidate the effect!
"It's just a cold, don't be afraid."
Song Yuchen was wearing a shirt and tie, and was about to take off his pants when Shi Yan suddenly turned around.
She heard the sound of Song Yuchen buckling his belt and his deep laughter, "We are husband and wife, what are we afraid of?"
Yes, what are you afraid of? Shi Yan’s face suddenly became hot.
"Yuchen! My eldest grandson! I am sorry for you!"
The wailing of Old Mrs. Song could be heard in the corridor. If you didn't know, you would have thought that Song Yuchen had died of illness.
Song Yuchen frowned slightly, "Did you tell her?"
"My grandma lives in our house, and neither of us is going back, so of course she will ask."
Old Mrs. Song was about to come yesterday, but Shi Yan stopped her.
The door of the ward was pushed open, and when Old Mrs. Song saw Song Yuchen, her eyes instantly turned red.
"Yan Yan, he, he, is it okay?"
Song Yuchen straightened his shirt and slowly looked up at her. "It's okay, but I may not be able to eat the tonic soup in the future."
Old Mrs. Song was instantly horrified. She walked over and pulled Song Yuchen up and down, looking him up and down. "What's wrong with him? Is he dying?"
She looked down and saw that Shi Yan's earlobe was even hotter.
Song Yuchen seemed to be indifferent. Old Mrs. Song was just like that. She always said shocking things.
"I can't drink the tonic soup anyway."
Old Mrs. Song looked at him to comfort him, "It's okay, grandma has a solution, just don't drink the soup."
The old lady looked serious and stopped joking. She just made up an excuse and left.
Shi Yan looked at her impetuous appearance and couldn't help but worry.
Song Yuchen was like a worm in Shi Yan's stomach, "Don't worry about her, she's in good health."
"Yes, grandma is in good health."
Song Yuchen had an important meeting today, so he first sent Shi Yan to the company and then took a detour to Jingrui.
On the way, Shi Yan excitedly talked about how she had won the project, but avoided mentioning the fact that Mr. Wu had tried to make a move on her in the office.
"My wife is so amazing?"
Song Yuchen said this naturally, and Shi Yan blinked to adapt, "Well, it's not that I'm so great, but I really didn't know that President Jingrui was actually my fan."
Song Yuchen curled his lips lightly, "You are an excellent painter, of course you will be liked by others."
"Yeah?"
Shi Yan has been working in the company for so many years and is still a marginal figure. She is still confident in her painting skills.
But when these words came from Song Yuchen's mouth, Shi Yan became more confident.
The two said goodbye downstairs of the company. Song Yuchen rolled down the car window and said, "If you have anything that makes you unhappy, tell your husband and he will help you solve it."
Shi Yan was happy to hear that, "Okay."
She smiled brightly. Shi Yan knew that Song Yuchen was joking, but she was very happy to hear it.
Shi Yan had just entered the office when she heard Yun Ying gossiping on the phone, "Really? Is Cheng Yue really making a scene in Mr. Wu's office?"
"I told you, she's only capable of getting into bed with a man. Now, Mr. Wu doesn't fall for her tricks anymore."
Yunying hung up the phone, feeling extremely happy.
"Hey, don't tell me, seeing Cheng Yue like this, I feel so happy!"
Her exaggerated expression made Shi Yan laugh, "We're just getting started."
Yun Ying came over curiously, "What? Do you still have a way to control her? Shi Yan, you really are a hidden talent. I didn't even know that Jingrui's president was actually your fan!"
"Jingrui is the largest enterprise in Rongcheng!"
Speaking of this, Shi Yan was also surprised. She searched for Jingrui on Baidu, but the more she searched, the more confused she became.
"Tell me, are my paintings really that good?"
Shi Yan leaned forward, half of her body resting on the sofa. Yun Ying came over and said, "Yes! Our Shi Yan's drawings are top-notch! And you will definitely become a top cartoonist in the industry."
Yunying knows Shiyan's dream, and she is now steadily moving towards her own ideal.
"You have already taken the first step in cooperating with Jiangling."
Shi Yan smiled embarrassedly. She had endured for so many years and finally took the courage to take that step.
Sure enough, it is most motivating to fight for what you want with your own hands.
Although Shi Yan had already prepared for the worst.
"Where's Shi Yan?"
Mr. Wu walked into Shi Yan's office with his secretary, who was holding a basket of flowers.
As soon as Mr. Wu arrived, everyone's attention was on him, staring at Shi Yan's situation curiously.
"Shi Yan! Congratulations on completing your first project! The work over at Jiangling is almost done, and your first comic book will be published next month."
"Mr. Wu, thank you."
Shi Yan was extremely excited, but her face remained calm.
Mr. Wu was dressed elegantly. He directed someone to put down the flower basket, then leaned closer and asked quietly, "Shi Yan, are you free tonight? I'm planning to treat you to dinner."
Shi Yan smiled and replied, "Sorry, Mr. Wu, I have an appointment tonight."
Mr. Wu clenched his fists and coughed a few times. "Can I ask who it is?"
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