Chapter 41 My brother stayed up all night watching over you?
Su Ruan didn't say anything more.
The darkness amplified the senses, allowing him to clearly hear his steady breathing and the occasional soft rustling of pages turning.
In my daze, my stomach started to ache again.
She curled up unconsciously, her hand groping for something to press.
A large, dry, warm hand covered her first, pressing gently against her spasming stomach through the thin blanket.
The force was just right, with a strange sense of comfort, as it slowly circled.
Su Ruan froze.
"Don't move."
His gaze remained fixed on the document, as if the hand possessed its own consciousness.
"The medicine hasn't taken effect yet."
The warmth of my palm seeped through the fabric and into my cool skin, strangely dispelling the pain.
Su Ruan closed her eyes, and the shame and indignation of her death and her vulnerability due to illness were gradually soothed by this silent warmth.
It was late at night.
The sound of pages turning stopped, but the hand covering my stomach didn't move away.
...
the next day.
Su Ruan opened her eyes; the fever had subsided, and only a faint emptiness remained in her stomach.
She moved and noticed that the IV catheter on the back of her hand was carefully secured with a layer of medical tape to prevent it from snagging.
"woke up?"
A deep voice sounded as Yan Tingnan stood by the window, the morning light outlining his tall and straight profile.
His white shirt was impeccably tailored, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses.
The rare human warmth of last night has vanished, replaced by that cold, emotionless Buddha once again.
"Um."
Su Ruan's voice was hoarse as she tried to remain calm.
"The fever has subsided, thank you, Mr. Yan."
Yan Tingnan approached and reached out to check her forehead temperature.
The dry, warm palm touches and then immediately leaves.
"You're lucky to be alive."
He withdrew his hand, his tone revealing neither praise nor criticism.
Su Ruan: "..."
Capitalists really have no heart!
All that tenderness yesterday was an illusion!
The nurse brought over some congee and side dishes.
Yan Tingnan naturally took the tray and placed it on the mobile dining table in front of her.
Plain congee and side dishes, at just the right temperature.
Su Ruan sipped her drink, feeling her stomach warm up, and stole glances at him.
"Do you think I'll be full?"
Yan Tingnan pointed to the porridge bowl.
"While it's hot."
"last night……"
She tentatively opened her mouth.
Yan Tingnan replied calmly, "You forgot about something you did wrong."
Su Ruan choked, her ears burning slightly.
Did they also search the scene of the death of that strategic material?
After breakfast, Yan Tingnan rang the bell to call the nurse to remove the needle.
The nurse came in and removed the needle with swift and decisive movements.
He stood to the side, his gaze falling on the small beads of blood seeping from the back of her hand. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly before he looked away.
The nurse had just left when Jing Huai knocked on the door and came in.
"Mr. Yan, Miss Su's clothes."
Yan Tingnan nodded slightly, indicating that it should be placed at the foot of the bed.
Jing Huai placed the bag on the bench at the foot of the bed, his gaze sweeping over Su Ruan's slightly pale face.
"Is Assistant Su feeling better?"
Su Ruan forced a smile.
"Much better, thank you, Assistant Jing."
"Discharge procedures."
Yan Tingnan interrupted them succinctly.
Jing Huai immediately agreed and went to handle the matter.
Then, Yan Tingnan picked up the bag of clothes and handed it to Su Ruan.
"Can you walk?"
"able!"
Su Ruan immediately threw off the covers and got out of bed.
The moment my feet touched the ground, I felt weak and powerless.
She swayed slightly and instinctively grabbed the edge of the bed for support.
Yan Tingnan reached out to her elbow and gently supported her, stabilizing her.
“Pretending to be strong is also a root cause of the problem.”
His voice was calm as he withdrew his hand and placed the clothes in her hands.
"Slower."
Su Ruan pursed her lips, offering no rebuttal.
"Come out after you've changed."
After saying that, Yan Tingnan turned and left the ward, leaving her with some space.
Su Ruan changed her clothes and left the ward. The corridor smelled strongly of disinfectant.
As Yan Tingnan accompanied Su Ruan to the payment counter, a familiar, dejected figure was queuing up, clutching his stomach.
"Siyue?"
Huo Siyue looked up at the sound, her almond-shaped eyes widening.
"Brother, Su Ruan?"
She instantly found her group and huddled over, clutching her stomach.
What are you doing here?
Su Ruan looked surprised.
Huo Siyue switched back to weak mode and clutched her stomach.
Don't even mention it!
"Those seafood items last night were definitely assassins! I almost wore the toilet out of my seat in the middle of the night!"
Yan Tingnan's gaze swept over her, then landed on Su Ruan's face.
He didn't say anything, only addressed Jing Huai.
"We'll handle it together."
After saying that, he walked to the side to make a phone call.
"Thank you, brother!"
As soon as Huo Siyue saw him walk away, she immediately became excited and rushed over to grab Su Ruan's arm.
He lowered his voice, trembling with excitement.
"The battle was so intense last night that someone ended up in the hospital?!"
"My brother's pretty tough, huh?"
Su Ruan felt dizzy from being shaken by her and pushed her away.
"I also had seafood poisoning and acute gastroenteritis."
"ah?"
Huo Siyue's face fell instantly, as if she had missed out on a fortune.
"Su Daji! You have betrayed the organization's trust in you and wasted the meat that God gave you!"
"Wait a minute, so my brother stayed up all night watching over you?"
Su Ruan gave a vague "hmm".
Huo Siyue instantly came back to life, grinning from ear to ear.
"It was totally worth it!"
"This progress is even more exciting than just sleeping together!"
"I'm totally blown away too!"
Jinghuai quickly completed the formalities and returned.
Yan Tingnan had just finished his call and started walking towards the elevator, with Su Ruan following behind.
Huo Siyue clutched her stomach and stubbornly chased after him for two more steps.
The elevator doors closed, and the cramped space was instantly filled with a crowded wall of people.
Huo Siyue leaned dejectedly against the corner, still muttering to herself.
"Su Daji, we're really in the same boat, the seafood assassin only targets beauties."
Su Ruan was squeezed close to Yan Tingnan, whose tall and straight body acted like a warm wall, preventing the shoving.
"What bad luck..."
Huo Siyue clutched her stomach and groaned.
"Su Ruan, does your stomach still hurt?"
"Much better."
Su Ruan casually agreed with Huo Siyue, but her mind was already racing.
Her hand, hanging by her side, gently brushed against the back of Yan Tingnan's drooping hand.
Yan Tingnan remained completely still, as if he were unaware of anything.
Su Ruan's heart raced slightly, and her courage grew even stronger.
Her little finger slipped quietly into Yan Tingnan's slightly curled palm, a tentative tickle.
It feels slightly cool to the touch, and the finger bones are clearly visible.
This time, Yan Tingnan's fingers tightened for a moment.
He didn't shake them off immediately, nor did he look back.
His dry, warm palm instantly enveloped her mischievous fingertips, with a light touch.
Su Ruan felt a chill run down her spine.
She felt his rough fingertips slowly caressing the inside of her palm, again and again.
Absolutely clear.
Su Ruan's ears burned, but her face remained calm.
She pressed her advantage, gently and slowly drawing a small circle with her fingers on his dry palm, like a cat scratching an itch.
She could clearly feel the muscles in his palm tense up instantly, and the temperature suddenly rose.
Huo Siyue was completely oblivious and continued to complain.
"I'll never eat raw marinated food again, even if it kills me..."
"By the way, bro!"
Huo Siyue suddenly remembered something and turned her head to speak.
Just as she turned her head.
The hand that had been silent all along suddenly turned over.
The dry, warm fingers suddenly closed, completely enveloping Su Ruan's mischievous hand in their palm.
Su Ruan tried to pull her hand away.
He flicked her delicate hand with the pad of his thumb as a warning.
A tiny electric current surged from their clasped hands up to Su Ruan's tailbone, and her ears suddenly felt hot.
She looked up and saw only his cold, hard profile and his slightly pursed thin lips.
The contrast is too great.
On the surface, it appears as an unmoving, cold-faced Buddha, but its palms are being pulled forcefully.
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