Chapter 136 The President Has a Stomachache
The secretary was still relentlessly pulling Luo Huayi's arm to lead her out.
The office building, which should have been bustling with activity during the morning rush hour, suddenly became deserted, and no one paid any attention to the farce.
"The president has already said she doesn't want to see you anymore, so why do you keep coming to the company to bother her with such undignified behavior?" At this moment, the secretary was like a puppet, reciting her lines to herself and shooing him away like a fly.
Luo Huayi struggled to glance at her phone, whose signal had been cut off again, and immediately vomited blood.
What kind of melodramatic plot twist is this?!
Luo Huayi's mind raced, and he finally focused on the elevator as the breakthrough point.
Taking advantage of the moment when the fake secretary was pulling at him, Luo Huayi quickly elbowed him in the abdomen, then grabbed his shoulder and threw him to the ground.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fake secretary scrambling towards him like a spider with its sprint effect activated, and Luo Huayi immediately rushed towards the elevator entrance, frantically pressing the open button.
As Luo Huayi rushed into the elevator, she frantically pressed the close button as if she had been electrocuted. Finally, before that spider... no, fake secretary crawled in, the elevator doors closed completely.
Luo Huayi leaned against the elevator handrail and let out a long sigh of relief.
"nail----"
The elevator announcement sounded, indicating that it had reached its floor.
This is the floor where President Luo Huayi's office is located.
Luo Huayi hesitated for a moment, but it seemed that the plot was leading him to the president's office.
Thinking of the fake secretary still lingering on the first floor, he gritted his teeth and stepped out of the elevator.
I opened the office door, and everything seemed normal.
Luo Huayi held her breath, cautiously glancing around the spacious office.
Finally, his gaze settled on the boss's chair behind his desk, which faced away from him.
As if hearing Luo Huayi's inner doubts, the boss's chair slowly turned around, just like the judges of The Voice of China turning their heads.
Xin Que slumped in the chair, looking utterly hopeless.
Luo Huayi's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, gradually settled back into place.
"What exactly is going on?" Luo Huayi glanced at the seemingly endless corridor outside the door and immediately closed the office door.
"It's another story arc..."
Luo Huayi was completely baffled. "What kind of tragic plot would happen in an office?"
He noticed Xin Que's deathly pale face, realizing it wasn't just a simple case of despair, and immediately came over. "What's wrong? Why do you look so pale?"
Xin Que had never been in so much pain. She moved her chapped lips, a bead of cold sweat trickling down her forehead. "Damn the whole plot..."
Luo Huayi's eyes widened; it was the first time he had ever heard such vulgar language from Xin Que's mouth.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Luo Huayi looked her over from head to toe, noticing Xin Que placing her hand on her lower abdomen. "Does your stomach hurt?"
"appendix?"
"Stomach?"
Xin Que, barely able to speak, said, "It's not my stomach..."
Luo Huayi immediately crouched down and put her ear close to Xin Que's mouth, trying to hear what she was saying.
Then, he heard four words.
"It's Chu Yuxun."
Luo Huayi “…”
His worried expression vanished in an instant, and he looked up at Xin Que expressionlessly, "How come you didn't die from the pain?"
Xin Que stood up, supporting herself on the handrail. "Okay, it is indeed a stomach issue... but it's not a big problem."
Luo Hua noticed that Xin Que's steps were a little unsteady, and subconsciously wanted to help her, but he couldn't even grab the hem of the woman's clothes.
Seeing Xin Que sit down on the sofa, Luo Huayi's hand, which had been hovering in mid-air, finally found its place.
He remained calm and walked to the water dispenser across the street to get some water.
"You never seem to have any problems?" Luo Huayi retorted, handing Xin Que a warm glass of water.
"Do all the CEOs in your CEO novels have stomach problems?" Xin Que retorted, taking the water glass.
Luo Huayi looked puzzled. "That's a stereotype. Who said all CEOs are like that..."
"Is the plot going to involve the male lead having a stomach ailment this time?" Luo Huayi's lips twitched as she finally figured out the current situation.
He suddenly felt a little smug. In the past, when he was forced into the female lead's position by the plot, he lost all face. He thought that Xin Que's script would always be the one that made him feel good.
I never imagined that even a CEO in a angst-filled novel could have such a simple and unpretentious way of being tortured.
“You don’t need to gloat,” Xin Que’s forehead twitched. “The female lead’s script ends with her being dismembered, but I just have a stomach ailment.”
Luo Huayi immediately raised her hand to cover her neck.
“What’s the point of just covering the neck?” This time it was Xin Que’s turn to gloat. “The area above the neck is just one part.”
Luo Huayi: "...Shut up."
Xin Que quieted down.
Luo Huayi glanced furtively at the woman on the sofa.
"Think about how to get out of this situation," Xin Que suddenly said.
Luo Huayi immediately looked away, feeling inexplicably guilty, as if she were a thief who was afraid of being discovered. "Do you have any information you can refer to? Everything was normal before I entered the office building."
As he spoke, he stood up and began searching through the office furnishings to see if there were any clues.
“This morning…” Xin Que’s voice drifted from the sofa.
Luo Huayi walked over carrying a bag of medicine that Xin Que had dropped under the table. "That pharmacist said he envied... us?"
"Will this stomach medicine work?" Luo Huayi forced herself not to think wildly.
Xin Que gestured for him to open the box and see for himself, "I anticipated you would think this way from the beginning of the story."
After a soft rustling sound, a small pile of empty medicine bags and empty blister packs appeared in front of Luo Huayi.
It was all packaging; there wasn't a single medicine inside.
Luo Huayi said, "...and they haven't even gone through medical insurance yet."
Xin Que thought about how she had spent several hundred yuan on a bunch of packaging, and her stomach hurt even more.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Luo Huayi couldn't help but ask her.
Xin Que shook her head, "This level of pain is hardly painful... but the feeling is hard to describe."
Luo Huayi looked puzzled.
"It's a bit like all my funds are down, and a bit like the gym just closed down after I topped up my membership... and a bit like, uh, delayed retirement?" Xin Que tried to describe how uncomfortable she was.
Luo Huayi stared blankly, "It sounds like you're about to break."
The two of them sighed in unison.
Having failed to find anything again, Luo Hua returned to the sofa. Unable to think of any other way to alleviate her pain, he suggested, "How about I make you a hot water bottle to help?"
"Hot water bottle?" Xin Que thought of the words the pharmacist had used to describe her as virtuous and capable, and immediately looked at Luo Huayi beside her.
"In what ways are the female protagonists in angst-filled novels generally virtuous?" Xin Que asked him.
Luo Huayi was stunned. "Virtuous? I don't read novels, how would I know..."
"Wait, what if it's related to the male lead's stomach ailment..." Luo Huayi continued to think along the lines of the stomach ailment.
The two exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Medicinal cuisine?"
Luo Huayi got up and turned around. "Wait, my office doesn't have a kitchen either."
Xin Que slumped back onto the sofa, "Even if there's a kitchen, there are no medicinal herbs..."
She stopped talking halfway through her sentence, her gaze fixed on the pile of packaging bags on the table.
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