Unfortunately, no one can see the butler's joys and sorrows.
Li Zhao pressed Yan Ting onto the sofa, dug out a medicine box from the pile of gifts, and stuffed the thermometer into Yan Ting's hand: "Just sit here and don't move. I'll get you a cup of hot water." After that, he took out a cartoon mug from the box, washed it, walked around the room, and found the water dispenser.
"You should drink more hot water when you are sick." After testing the water temperature with the back of his hand, Li Zhao handed over the water cup with one hand and took the thermometer with the other: "37.9 degrees, a low fever. You don't need to take antipyretics for the time being."
"Did you catch a cold last night because you didn't wear a coat when you came down from the company?" Li Zhao frowned in annoyance: "I should have gone upstairs earlier, at least I could have reminded you to put on a coat."
"I am not in good health." Yan Ting coughed twice: "I forgot to close the window last night. It has nothing to do with you."
The butler glanced sideways at the ridiculous mug in Yan Ting's hand, which had a cartoon big-headed doll printed on it and the words "Tomorrow will be better" written on it, then smiled and put his gaze back to its original position.
One of the basic criteria for a qualified butler is to smile gracefully at anything related to the host's household, no matter how surprising it is. As the most outstanding graduate of the Butler Academy, he would never allow himself to have any flaws.
The water temperature was neither too hot nor too cold, just right for the throat. Yan Ting lay back on the sofa, watching Li Zhao busy packing his luggage and occasionally putting a new towel on his forehead. He felt strangely calm inside.
His mind seemed to have never been as calm as it was at this moment.
"Uncle housekeeper said that he prepared a lot of delicious food for lunch, but in your current condition, you can only eat light food." Li Zhao patted the hot towel on Yan Ting's forehead sympathetically: "Don't be sad, I will drink porridge with you later. Avoid eating for two days, and when you recover, I will treat you to a big meal."
Yan Ting let Li Zhao's hands gently pat his forehead. After Li Zhao took the towel away, he sat up on the sofa and said, "Okay."
At lunch time, the table was indeed filled with delicious food. Li Zhao dragged his stool away from Dake and Zhang Xiaoyuan, and started drinking the lean meat porridge in front of him.
Soon, a bowl of porridge was finished. When Li Zhao was about to add a second bowl, he saw that the porridge in Yan Ting's bowl was barely touched: "Are you feeling upset in your stomach and can't eat anymore?"
Yan Ting put down the bowl and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me."
"What do you mean by 'I don't care about you'?" Li Zhao put down the bowl he was about to add to his meal. "How can your body survive if you don't eat when you're sick?"
"Wait a minute." He stood up and ran to the kitchen, bringing out a small bowl of sour cowpeas. "I pickled these cowpeas. The aunt who used to take care of us used to pickle very delicious cowpeas. I learned from her. The pickles I made are crispy and delicious. Adding two drops of sesame oil to them is especially delicious with rice. Try it first to see if you can get used to the taste."
The sour cowpea is slightly spicy and soaked for just the right amount of time. It tastes crispy and salty, and is a good match for light lean meat porridge, though it’s a bit sour.
"How is it?" Li Zhao looked at Yan Ting with some anticipation.
"Okay." Even while eating sour cowpeas, Yan Ting did not frown. Yan Ting managed to eat half a bowl of rice with sour cowpeas. By the time he put down his chopsticks, Li Zhao had already finished three bowls of porridge.
"Wait another half an hour, I'll make you a pack of cold medicine." Li Zhao stood up and collected the bowls: "After you drink the medicine, go back and lie down for a while. Remember not to be blown by the cold wind."
"Mr. Li, just let the staff do these tasks." The housekeeper came over at the right time and stopped Li Zhao from clearing the dishes: "You can sit on the sofa with your friend and rest. It will be done soon."
"Thank you." Li Zhao noticed that Yan Ting was indeed not in a good condition, so he did not insist on these trivial matters and sat on the sofa with Yan Ting to watch TV.
Open any channel and you will see a martial arts drama being played. The male protagonist descends from the sky with an air of immortality. Although his face cannot be seen clearly, this shot alone is enough to arouse endless imagination of female audiences.
"I've acted in this drama before." Seeing the drama he had acted in being broadcast on TV, Li Zhao happily shared the filming experience with Yan Ting: "The male lead had a sore waist at the time, so I helped him shoot many wirework and action shots where his face couldn't be seen. The crew was very generous with the money, and the male lead even gave me a red envelope privately. I made a lot of money thanks to them."
The two watched TV for half an hour. When the TV series ended, Li Zhao got up and went to the kitchen to make cold medicine for Yan Ting.
After a few dozen seconds of advertising, the TV station began broadcasting an entertainment interview program, and the person being interviewed was the male lead of the previous drama.
"Brother Nan, I heard that in the recent hit martial arts drama "Xia Jun" starring you, many difficult actions were performed by you personally, and almost no doubles were used. Can you share with us the difficulties you encountered during the filming process?"
"As a professional actor, I try not to use a body double. This is my principle when filming." The man in the expensive suit talked freely in front of the camera. In front of him were microphones with station logos on them, and the sound of shutter clicks never stopped.
"Tingting." Li Zhao came out with the medicine: "The medicine is a little hot, let it cool down for a while before drinking it."
Yan Ting picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.
"Why don't you watch TV?" Li Zhao sat down next to him and touched Yan Ting's forehead with the back of his hand: "Fortunately, the temperature hasn't risen."
"Dizziness." Yan Ting drooped his eyelids, looking very sick.
Hearing that Yan Ting was dizzy, Li Zhao no longer cared whether he watched TV or not. He took the sofa cushion and leaned it on Yan Ting's waist: "Don't go back later, go to my room to rest first. The sheets have just been changed and no one has slept in it yet."
Yan Ting remained silent, but based on Li Zhao's understanding of Yan Ting, his silence meant he agreed.
Zhang Xiaoyuan was full and satisfied. Seeing that Li Zhao was going to take care of the sick Yan Ting, he said, "Zhao Zhao, I'm going to go back first. There is a local offline promotion event for "The Domineering Female CEO" tonight. The crew wants to invite you to go. If you don't want to go, I'll help you turn it down."
"Is there any appearance fee?" Li Zhao asked.
"This is a promotional activity outside the contract, and there is an appearance fee."
"I took it." Li Zhao was still very enthusiastic about activities that could make money.
"After 5pm, I'll bring someone over to style your look." Zhang Xiaoyuan stood up and said, "Dake and I will go back to the company to pick out a script that's right for you."
After Zhang Xiaoyuan and Dake left, Li Zhao watched Yan Ting drink the medicine and took him to the room: "You lie down for a while, I'll sit on the balcony and read the script with you, call me if you need anything."
The quilt on the bed was only about 70% new, and it had a faint smell of soapberry when it was used on the body. Yan Ting looked at the big boy sitting quietly on the balcony and slowly closed his eyes.
After a long while, Li Zhao put down the script, stood up to help Yan Ting tuck in the corners of the quilt, took out his cell phone and turned it to silent mode.
As "The Boss Girl" became popular online, more and more people paid attention to Li Zhao, and more and more netizens scolded Song Yu for being a snob. Song Yu stayed at home these days, looking at the comments online, and was so angry that he smashed several mice.
"If you want to change the audience's view of you, you need a more challenging role." The agent seemed not to notice Song Yu's anger: "I will arrange for you to join the crew in the next few days, and you should act well. The audience is fickle. As long as your future roles please them, all the criticisms you face now will be nothing."
"Is there a role suitable for that person? Give him one." Song Yu kicked the broken mouse aside and said unhappily, "I'll feel better if I pay him back as soon as possible."
"Who?" The agent didn't react for a moment and was stunned for a moment: "Who said Li Zhao?"
"Who else could it be if not him?" Song Yu turned his face away: "You can just pick an important role that I don't like and throw it to him. Anyway, with his own connections, he can't even dream of getting access to these resources."
"There's something I haven't told you." The agent's expression was a little subtle: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to repay the favor we owe Li Zhao."
"What do you mean?" Song Yu frowned. "Li Zhao's agent asked for something else?"
"No." The agent shook his head: "Li Zhao signed with Strawberry Entertainment. I heard that Strawberry Entertainment thinks highly of him. Not only did they tailor a work team for him, but they also helped him get in touch with a lot of resources."
"Impossible!" Song Yu's face turned strange: "How could he sign with Strawberry Entertainment?!"
The agent thought he was unwilling to give up, so he could only persuade him kindly: "Although the news has not been made public, many people in the industry have received the news. I have told you these words many times, and I will tell you again today. You and Li Zhao have different development paths, and now he has Strawberry Entertainment to support him. Now all fans think that you are good friends with him, and I hope you can maintain your good friend image."
Song Yu's heart was beating like thunder at this moment, and he didn't hear what his agent said at all. In his predictive dream, although Li Zhao became famous with the online drama "The Domineering Female CEO", he did not sign a contract with Strawberry Entertainment. Instead, he suffered a lot of hardships and difficulties before becoming a top-notch idol actor in the circle.
Could it be that all these changes were due to his replacement of Li Zhao's role?
It turned out that all his efforts over the past few months were to prepare Li Zhao for marriage. He knew he would be scolded in his dream, and he was still scolded by the audience. Li Zhao, who was about to become famous, still became famous. His luck even got better because he secretly changed the original trajectory.
"Fuck you." After realizing this, Song Yu couldn't help but curse out loud: "I'm really in trouble."
"Stop swearing!" the manager said sternly, "Song Yu, many of your fans are still minors, be careful!"
"I know who would swear in front of fans." Song Yu was in a bad mood: "Why do you think Li Zhao is more popular than me?"
"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"What is a lie?"
"He himself was born into a poor family, so he can be said to be playing his true self in the drama."
"What about the truth?"
The agent was silent for a moment: "He played the role very well and aroused the sympathy of the female audience. Most importantly... he is also better looking than you."
Song Yu: “…”
Why did he ask such a self-defeating question?
As night fell, Yan Ting pushed open a door that he usually didn't want to come to.
"Mr. Ting is very punctual today." Doctor Sun, who had been waiting in the room for a long time, smiled at him casually when he came in and pointed to the recliner next to him: "It seems that you have time to chat with me today."
Yan Ting walked to the recliner and sat down without saying a word. The room was very quiet.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Dr. Sun didn't say anything either, but just tried to reduce his presence in the room. This was the least cooperative patient of all his patients.
After an unknown amount of time, he noticed that the person on the recliner moved. He took off his glasses and assumed the posture of a listener.
It is a very good thing that patients are willing to speak up.
The lighting in the room was warm, but the man on the recliner did not relax. He was on guard against him, or rather, against everything in the room.
There was another long silence, and just when Dr. Sun thought he would not speak, he spoke.
“I met someone.”
"He's very strange."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
