Chapter 111 Shi Yin is sick
The next day.
The morning sunlight is soft.
Han Zhan finished his workout at the gym, washed up, and went to the cloakroom. He glanced at the clothes that the servants had just hung in the closet and chose the striped long-sleeved polo shirt that Shi Yin had bought.
He went downstairs.
Walking into the first-floor living room, she instinctively tilted her head toward the chaise longue. Normally, at this hour, she'd be sitting on the sofa, reading, with Ah Xiu lying beside her. The living room was empty today. Had she gotten up late?
It's nice to just stay in bed.
During her time at Shi's, she never slacked off and did everything herself. He joked with her several times, saying that Shi's was lucky to have a leader like her.
Han Zhan went to the backyard.
Step into the warm morning light.
There were some succulent potted plants on the flower stand under the eaves, which were raised by the housekeeper. After Shi Yin moved into Beishan Villa, she found these small succulents cute and took the initiative to water and fertilize them, taking good care of them.
This basin is dry.
It seems that she went to bed early last night and didn't come to take care of her little plants.
Han Zhan picked up the watering can beside him and, following her actions as he remembered, carefully watered the little things and removed the petals that were not in good condition.
"Woof!"
A dog barked behind me.
Han Zhan glanced sideways and saw Ah Xiu, now free of the plaster and gauze, trotting towards him. He had picked it up and cared for it for five years, but couldn't get it to perk up. Shi Yin had spent over three months getting rid of its sickness and less hostile intent. Now the housekeepers and servants could approach it, play Frisbee with it, and bring it food.
"Hmm~"
"Where is Shi Yin?" Han Zhan looked down at it. It barked like a dog at him, but when Shi Yin was mentioned, it just grunted softly and turned into a dead clamp: "She's still sleeping."
Ash rolled his eyes at him.
Obviously not satisfied with his answer.
The wolfhound stood up, walked around him, and went straight into the house. Han Zhan put the spray bottle back on the flower stand. At this moment, the housekeeper came over and said, "Sir, you can have breakfast."
"I'll go upstairs and call her."
"My wife is out."
"Going out?"
"Around seven o'clock, my wife drove away, saying she had some urgent work to attend to right away. Ah Xiu and I walked her out the gate."
No wonder this damn dog rolled his eyes at him.
It wanted to know where Shi Yin had gone, but he replied that Shi Yin was sleeping. He and she were husband and wife, and he had misrepresented her itinerary, so Ah Xiu despised him.
Han Zhan: “…”
What urgent matter could there be on Shi's side?
Go out early in the morning.
No greeting, no message left for him.
Han Zhan entered the restaurant, his gaze fixed on the food on the table as he pondered. The Chinese breakfast must have been made by Uncle Han, but next to the hot breakfast, there was a plate of freshly made, delicate, pure white snowflake cake.
He walked straight over.
He picked up a piece and looked at it for a few seconds.
The look and taste clearly came from Shi Yin's hand.
Han Zhan frowned, "She did it early in the morning?"
The housekeeper nodded. "When I got up, I found the kitchen light was on, so I came over to check. I didn't expect it was my wife making pastries. It was only a little after five o'clock, and it was still dark."
Hearing this.
Han Zhan subconsciously looked up at the kitchen in the distance.
Through the sliding glass door, he seemed to see the thin and frail figure, wearing the apron with the Lazy Sheep pattern and a simple low ponytail, standing in front of the stove, sifting glutinous rice flour, shaping it, steaming it in a pot, and then patiently arranging it on a plate.
Yesterday, at the Han family dinner, he was just trying to find a topic to talk about, and casually said, "Wife, when are you going to make snow cake? I'm craving some." His original intention was to talk to her and tease her, but she actually remembered it in her heart, unconditionally agreeing with him and satisfying his wishes.
The snow cake in my hand suddenly became heavy.
Han Zhan lowered his eyes.
He stared at the snow-white pastry for a long time, a smile appearing between his brows, which he couldn't hide.
…
Afternoon.
Shi's Building office building.
Sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the blinds, falling on Shi Yin, who was resting in her executive chair with her eyes closed. The woman's brows were furrowed tightly, and a thin layer of sweat trickled down her porcelain-white face.
She clenched her hands tightly.
His nails dug into the flesh of his palms but he didn't feel any pain.
Her accelerated breathing and the erratic rise and fall of her chest silently told of the nightmare that plagued Shi Yin. She sat up abruptly, sweat dripping onto the table. She stared blankly ahead for a moment before recovering from the shock. She hunched over and pulled out a few medicine jars from a nearby drawer.
Pills fell into hand.
He raised his pale face and swallowed it.
After about ten minutes, the drug took effect, and Shi Yin's trembling fingers finally stopped. She took a deep breath and wiped the cold sweat from her face with a tissue.
"bite!"
A red dot appeared on WeChat.
Message sent by contact named 'Han Zhan'.
In the dream, he was cold and heartless, just like Song Sinian back then. He abandoned her for no reason, trampled her into the mud, and rubbed salt into her already festering wounds.
She was convulsing with pain.
On the verge of suffocation.
The feeling of helplessness, the feeling of near death, was so intense that even after escaping the dream, Shi Yin still hadn't fully recovered. Looking at the pop-up window on the screen, Shi Yin pursed her dry lips, mustered her strength, reached out, and clicked on WeChat.
[Han Zhan]: "Wife, are you awake from your nap?"
[Shi Yin]: "Yeah."
【Han Zhan】: "(Pink lunch box)/Picture/"
Han Zhan: "I prepared a loving lunch for you. Try it later to see if it tastes good. And guess which ones were made by Uncle Han and which ones were made by me."
[Shi Yin]: "Okay."
[Han Zhan]: "Wife, I'll pick you up from get off work tonight."
Almost the moment she saw the new content, Shi Yin typed and sent it back without stopping: "No thanks, I'm a little busy at the company, I need to work overtime."
Finish posting this.
Worried that he would insist on coming to pick me up.
Shi Yin added, "I don't know when I'll get off work. You go ahead and do your thing. I'll drive back by myself after I'm done."
[Han Zhan]: "Then Ah Xiu and I will wait for you at home."
[Shi Yin]: "I understand."
[Han Zhan]: "Go, go, go, wife!"
【Han Zhan】: “*(ˊˋ*)*”
There was a knock on the office door.
Meng Xi held the draft documents in one hand and the thermal bag in the other. She walked in and saw Shi Yin's pale face. She put down her things and poured a glass of warm water, bringing it to her. "Second Miss, are you sick?"
I arrived at the company at eight o'clock in the morning.
He looks listless.
At that time, she could have said that she had gotten up too early and was still sleepy. But now it was afternoon, and her face had become uglier, as pale as paper.
"I'm fine." Shi Yin raised her eyes and asked her, "What's wrong with you?"
"I've compiled the design work that's ready for release next quarter into a book and put it in a file. I'm bringing it over for your review." Meng Xi said, pushing the insulated box over. "Someone left this meal at the front desk, saying it was for you, so I brought it up."
"good."
"Are you really okay?"
"I didn't sleep well last night." Shi Yin gave a reason.
Meng Xi was half-believing and half-doubting, then continued to talk business: "Shine's CEO, Shien, will go to the Royal Theatre to watch a play on the 16th of next month at the invitation of the President. I have obtained an invitation for you, and we can meet him with the plan. However, I also heard that the top companies in the entire industry in Beijing are vying for this cooperation. Han Zheng, the president of Han Group, the manager of Mo Group, and Song Group have all received invitations and plan to meet with Shien."
The competition is fierce.
The odds of winning are not very high.
Shi Yin soothed her overly anxious and nervous mood and said, "Don't worry too much about the cooperation with Shine Group. Go ahead and do your work. I'll get back to you after I've reviewed the design draft."
Meng Xi nodded.
Left the office.
As she walked down the deserted corridor, she edited a message and sent it to her friends: "I'm in urgent need of a doctor who can regulate my body and help me get a good night's sleep. Does anyone have any recommendations?"
Not long.
Lu Cheng’s profile picture popped up: “Are you sick? Insomnia and dreaming?”
Meng Xi: "It's not me, it's the Second Miss."
"Is Shi Yin sick?"
"Yeah, I've been feeling down since this morning. It feels a bit serious."
The other end of the phone.
After seeing this reply, Lu Cheng immediately called Han Zhan. Before the other party could speak, he was the first to say, "Did you know that Shi Yin was sick?"
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