Chapter 40: Maybe it belongs to Mr. Lu
In less than three minutes, the exclusive elevator opened with a "ding" sound.
Lu Zhaoye strode out, his silver suit making him look even more unruly.
"Jiang Tingwan."
He shouted out the name somewhat helplessly.
Jiang Tingwan turned around slowly and took off her mask in front of him, revealing her delicate but slightly pale face.
"Mr. Lu is so overreacting, could it be that he really has some romantic debt?"
Lu Zhaoye's eyes swept across her flat belly, "You——"
"I have a cold."
Jiang Tingwan blinked innocently, "Isn't it normal to wear a mask?"
The front desk staff and several passing employees were stunned.
Lu Zhaoye took a deep breath and grabbed her wrist: "Let's talk upstairs."
The moment the elevator door closed, Jiang Tingwan heard the receptionist whisper to her colleague: "It turns out that Mr. Lu likes this type..."
In the elevator, Lu Zhaoye let go of her wrist and looked at her in the mirror.
"When did Miss Jiang change her name to A-Wan?"
"I just made it up."
Jiang Tingwan straightened her cuffs that were wrinkled by him, "I didn't expect Mr. Lu to be so nervous. Could there really be a 'One Night in Paris'?"
Lu Zhaoye sneered: "I want to know whose child is in Miss Jiang's belly?"
"Who knows?"
Jiang Tingwan looked at the elevator numbers casually.
"It's normal for the eldest daughter of the Jiang family to play with a few men. Don't you young masters like to play with women all day long..."
She deliberately dragged out her tone, "Maybe it belongs to Mr. Lu?"
When the elevator reached the top floor, Lu Zhaoye pulled her out of the elevator and walked straight to the office.
Upon seeing this, the secretary immediately tactfully left and considerately closed the door.
"Tell me," Lu Zhaoye loosened his tie, "what do you want to talk to me about?"
Jiang Tingwan took out a project plan from her bag and placed it elegantly on his desk.
"The holographic projection stage project requires your company's technical support."
Lu Zhaoye flipped through the document, glanced at it, and raised his eyebrows at her.
"You made up a 'running with the ball' scene just for this?"
"Don't you always like to be sarcastic to me? Can't you take revenge?"
"By the way, let's see Mr. Lu's reaction."
Jiang Tingwan sat down on the sofa in his office and picked up a drone model to play with.
"I didn't expect Mr. Lu to be so...ruthless."
Lu Zhaoye walked up to her and looked down at her.
"Jiang Tingwan, do you think this is fun?"
"Not bad." She looked up at him, then suddenly frowned and felt dizzy.
Lu Zhaoye keenly noticed that her face looked strange: "What's wrong with you?"
"fine."
Jiang Tingwan waved her hands, but felt dizzy.
In a daze, she felt someone catch her falling body.
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When she opened her eyes again, she was lying in the office lounge with a fever-reducing patch on her forehead.
Lu Zhaoye was standing beside the bed with a thermometer in his hand.
"39.5 degrees," he said dryly.
"Miss Jiang, do you think your life is too long? Are you trying to scam me?"
Jiang Tingwan wanted to sit up, but he pushed her back onto the bed: "Don't move, the doctor will be here soon."
"Need not......"
"Shut up." Lu Zhaoye interrupted her, "If you keep talking, I'll confirm the rumor that you 'ran away with the ball'."
Jiang Tingwan was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "Boss Lu, are you threatening me?"
Lu Zhaoye leaned over, resting his hands on her pillow. He was so close that he could smell the jasmine scent in her hair.
"I'm just stating a fact." His eyes fell on her slightly pale lips. "After all, Miss Jiang came to me herself."
Afterwards, Lu Zhaoye left and went back to work.
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When Jiang Tingwan woke up, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling in front of her.
She moved her fingers slightly and found that she was covered with a soft thin blanket.
She turned her head and saw a cup of warm water on the bedside table, next to which were the pills left by the doctor.
This is Lu Zhaoye’s lounge.
Memories gradually returned.
She fainted in the office and the doctor came to see her. Later, Lu Zhaoye directly carried her over.
She subconsciously touched her forehead. The fever had subsided, but she still felt a little weak.
She supported herself on the edge of the bed and sat up, only then she noticed that she was still wearing her original clothes, but her coat had been taken off and was draped on the sofa next to her.
The door of the lounge was gently pushed open, and Lu Zhaoye walked in with a bowl of hot porridge.
Seeing that she woke up, he paused, then walked to the bedside as usual and handed her the porridge.
"Eat something when you wake up."
His tone remained cold, but his actions were surprisingly patient.
Jiang Tingwan took the bowl, and her fingertips accidentally touched the back of his hand, which felt slightly cool.
She looked down at the soft and glutinous white porridge in the bowl, with a few wolfberries and red dates floating on top. It was obviously not something that was just made up.
"Did you cook it?" She looked up at him.
Lu Zhaoye sneered: "Do you think I can cook porridge?"
"Then this is..."
"I asked my assistant to buy it." He said lightly.
Jiang Tingwan didn't ask any more questions, just lowered his head and started drinking in small sips.
The temperature of the porridge was just right, the warmth slid down my throat into my stomach, making me feel a lot more comfortable.
The room fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of her swallowing slightly.
Lu Zhaoye leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on her.
Her face was still a little pale, her long hair was scattered on her shoulders in a messy manner, and she looked less sharp and more fragile than usual.
"What have you been busy with lately?" he suddenly asked.
Jiang Tingwan paused and looked up at him: "Work."
"Working until you pass out?"
He sneered, "You are weak enough, Miss Lin Daiyu."
She was silent for a while, then suddenly chuckled.
"Does Mr. Lu want to care about me?"
Lu Zhaoye stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up, walked to her, leaned over the edge of the bed beside her, and spoke in a low voice.
"What do you think?"
The distance between them suddenly shortened, and Jiang Tingwan could even see the undercurrent in his eyes.
She subconsciously leaned back, but he grabbed her wrist.
"What are you hiding from?"
His voice was slightly hoarse, "Aren't you quite capable of showing off?"
Jiang Tingwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at him.
"Lu Zhaoye, what do you want to say?"
He stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly let go of her hand, stood up, and his tone returned to his usual coldness.
"Finish the porridge, take the medicine, and then have a good rest."
After saying that, he turned and walked out.
Jiang Tingwan looked at his back and suddenly said, "Lu Zhaoye."
He paused and didn't look back.
"Thank you," she said softly.
He was silent for a moment, and finally just said "hmm" lightly, pushed the door and left.
Jiang Tingwan leaned against the head of the bed and slowly exhaled.
She knew that she wasn't in the right state recently.
Since returning to China, she has been like a taut string, dealing with banquets, dealing with Chen Guan and Lu Zhaoye, and guarding against the variables that Ruan Yue's identity may bring...
She thought she could control everything, but her body sent out a warning first.
She looked down at the bowl of porridge in her hand and suddenly felt a little ironic.
She actually found rare peace here with Lu Zhaoye.
She finished her porridge, took her medicine, and lay down again.
His scent still lingered on the sheets, the scent of agarwood, which made people feel inexplicably at ease.
She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the darkness.
She knew that sleeping here was a bit over the line, but since it was like this, she just let it go.
She just wanted to get a good night's sleep.
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