Chapter 11 Mr. Lin, what's wrong?
She turned on the wall lamp by the door. Under the soft orange light, the man leaned against the headboard, his face pale, his hand pressed against his stomach, his brows tightly furrowed.
Is your stomach acting up again?
Ye Qingning's face showed a hint of anxiety: "Mr. Lin, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should we call a doctor?"
With a pale face, Lin Feiyan ordered in a deep voice, "Stomach ache, there's medicine in the first-aid kit, go get it quickly!"
Ye Qingning nodded vigorously: "Where is the first-aid kit? I'll go right away!"
"study."
Ye Qingning agreed, left the house as quickly as possible, and then took the elevator downstairs.
The bowl of wontons on the table in the study remained untouched.
With a slight sigh, Ye Qingning took the medicine and a new cup before rushing back to Lin Feiyan's room.
She poured warm water and handed over the medicine: "The medicine is here."
Lin Feiyan took the cup and swallowed two stomach pills with warm water, then drank the rest of the water before handing the cup back to Ye Qingning.
“If you have a stomachache, just taking medicine won’t be enough. I’ll go make you some porridge. You should lie down and rest for a while.” Ye Qingning’s concern was very genuine. “I’ll be right back.”
Without giving Lin Feiyan a chance to refuse, she ran downstairs in a flash.
Lin Feiyan watched her retreating figure, raised his hand to his lips and pondered for a moment, but he really couldn't figure out what she was up to.
Her words and actions these past two days have been quite different from what was rumored.
Was it because they were intimidated by his authority?
Lin Feiyan scoffed coldly. In any case, she was smart to know her place!
About half an hour later, the burning sensation in Lin Feiyan's stomach subsided considerably, and Ye Qingning finally brought the red date and millet porridge upstairs.
The aroma of congee is delightful as soon as you enter.
"The porridge is here." Ye Qingning eagerly brought the porridge to Lin Feiyan: "It's cooled down now, you can drink it now."
Lin Feiyan didn't stand on ceremony and took the porridge, tasting a mouthful.
The first bite was a burst of rich millet porridge flavor and the sweet taste of red dates, which easily whetted his appetite.
Within minutes, a bowl of millet porridge was gone.
Seeing that he still wanted more, Ye Qingning went downstairs and served him another bowl.
She must have jogged down there again, because fine beads of sweat were faintly visible on her forehead.
When Lin Feiyan took the bowl of porridge, his eyes met hers by chance, and he found that there was only pure concern in her eyes.
A strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart. He looked away, and the bowl of porridge was quickly emptied.
"That's about enough." Ye Qingning gently advised, "If you have a sensitive stomach, you can't overeat. If you want to eat, I'll cook some more for you in the morning."
Lin Feiyan nodded. Although the emotion in his eyes was very faint, the coldness that was always on his face had lessened a bit.
Ye Qingning was secretly pleased; it seemed that timely concern could indeed increase favorability.
Setting the bowl aside, Ye Qingning helped Lin Feiyan lie down: "You should sleep first. I'll stay with you for a while and leave once I'm sure everything is alright."
As the discomfort in his stomach lessened and sleepiness gradually crept in, Lin Feiyan didn't bother with her anymore. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and soon he indeed fell asleep.
Ye Qingning sat cross-legged on the carpet next to his bed. The man's handsome face, with its sharp features, had lost its daytime sharpness and was now exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
She then realized that what was truly terrifying about the man was his eyes.
Those eyes, stained with the many injustices of the world and now deep and indifferent, were filled with vigilance and apathy towards the people and things around them.
The light in his eyes was as deep and dark as a cold mountain pool, mixed with a chilling aura that seemed to have no bottom.
It's so bad it's hard to look directly at.
But when he closed his imposing eyes, his long eyelashes covering his eyes, he exuded a touch of endearing charm.
A tender feeling involuntarily welled up in Ye Qingning's heart.
She found a comfortable position and lay down beside the man's bed, admiring his stunning good looks while fighting off sleep.
But unexpectedly, I fell asleep without realizing it.
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