"Mr. Fu, I've brought the files you asked for. Take a look..."
"Shh."
Fu Zhiyan made a hushing gesture.
Andy quickly closed his mouth, astonished as he looked at his own boss. It was the first time he had seen his usually cold and distant boss show concern for someone. He stole a glance at the person sleeping on the bed and quickly averted his gaze.
Andy gingerly placed the files on the table and lowered his voice. "Sir, please check if everything you ask for is here?"
Fu Zhiyan casually took them, without even lifting his head. "You may leave."
"Yes."
As Andy was halfway out of the room, he suddenly remembered something and turned back.
"Oh, Mr. Fu, Miss Ji came to the company this afternoon to see you. She didn't wait and left after sitting in the secretary's office for a while. Should I let Miss Ji know that you're here?"
"Um..."
The person on the bed seemed to be disturbed by the noise and let out a soft whimper, rolling over.
Andy immediately felt a cold pressure bearing down on him. He instinctively shrunk his neck and dared not ask further. He carefully closed the door as he left, ensuring a quiet atmosphere in the room.
The room returned to silence.
Fu Zhiyan got up and tucked the blanket for the person sleeping on the bed. His fingertips brushed through the girl's damp and disheveled hair, softening his features.
He stood there silently for a while before retracting his hand and sitting back on the sofa. Picking up the documents from the table, he began reviewing them...
When Han Xiaoye woke up, the room was already dimly lit with the dawn. She opened her eyes and saw a man sitting peacefully on the sofa, engrossed in reading the documents.
The soft glow of a white paper lantern enveloped his handsome figure, as if casting a radiant aura upon him.
Han Xiaoye was momentarily captivated by the sight.
She had always known that this man was good-looking, but it was the first time she had such a clear realization of it. This man was enough to drive any woman crazy, even without being the revered young master Fu of Rui City. Just based on his face alone, he had the power to bewitch people.
Fu Zhiyan seemed to sense her gaze and looked up. "Awake? Hold on, let me heat the porridge for you."
Han Xiaoye hastily withdrew her gaze, afraid that Fu Zhiyan might have noticed her staring at him earlier.
Fu Zhiyan quickly heated up the porridge and brought it to her. He sat by the edge of the bed, stirring and blowing on it for a while.
"Open your mouth."
He spooned a mouthful of porridge to her lips.
Fu Zhiyan was going to feed her?
Han Xiaoye was taken aback, struggling to regain her composure. She awkwardly reached out to take the bowl, forcing a submissive smile. "Um, well, I can eat by myself."
The man's hand swayed backward, avoiding her touch. Underneath his beautiful eyes, fatigue and faint shadows lingered, while his sensual lips parted slightly. "Good girl, open your mouth."
Was this how he coaxes someone, with such an expressionless demeanor? It's more intimidating than comforting.
Han Xiaoye inwardly rolled her eyes, but obediently opened her mouth.
From the way Fu Zhiyan looked, it seemed like he hadn't slept all night. She didn't want to argue with him over such a trivial matter.
The man wasn't very skilled at feeding, but he made up for it with a slow pace. It took nearly half an hour to finish a bowl of porridge. He put down the spoon and gently patted the girl's head, like petting a little dog. "Do you want more?"
"No... no, thank you." Han Xiaoye hesitated for a moment, then stuttered, "Um, Fu Zhiyan, could you call a nurse for me?"
Fu Zhiyan retracted his hand, his voice growing serious. "Is there something wrong?"
Han Xiaoye felt a bit embarrassed, quickly denying, "No, it's not that. It's just... um..."
"What is it?"
She gathered her courage and bit her lip. "I need to use the toilet. Can you call a nurse for me?"
She had drunk too much water before going to sleep, and with the continuous infusion and the bowl of porridge Fu Zhiyan fed her, she now desperately needed to use the toilet.
Suddenly, her blanket was lifted, and the next moment, she was lifted horizontally in someone's arms.
"Fu Zhiyan, what are you doing? Put me down!"
The man's jawline was resolute and cold. "I'm taking you to the toilet."
"...Are you really taking me to the toilet? Is that the kind of toilet I was thinking?" Han Xiaoye was utterly flustered.
Fu Zhiyan gave her a casual glance, then replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "Do you think you can get out of bed and walk by yourself? Or do you believe that the nurse can carry you?"
"..." Han Xiaoye choked, unwilling to admit defeat. "I only weigh 49 kilos! Why do you make it sound like I'm so heavy!"
Fu Zhiyan couldn't be bothered with a verbal argument. He removed the bottle from the intravenous stand, carried the person in his arms, and walked to the bathroom. After placing her on the toilet, he straightened up, turned around and held the glucose bottle against his chest. "Hurry up, it's cold outside, easy to catch a cold."
"..."
Han Xiaoye wanted to cry.
How was she supposed to do it with him standing there?
It was indeed cold on this early autumn morning. Even with the air conditioning on, the wind that blew in from outside seemed to penetrate into her bones. Having just gotten out of bed, the alternating sensations of hot and cold made her shiver involuntarily. The need to urinate became increasingly apparent.
Han Xiaoye glanced at the man turning away from her, trying to muster up the courage several times, but she couldn't bring herself to take off her pants.
"Fu Zhiyan, can you step outside a bit?"
The man with his back to her took a few steps forward.
Han Xiaoye couldn't help it, "Just a little bit further."
The person standing at the door didn't move and turned back to look at her. His dignified eyes narrowed slightly, and his thin lips carried a hint of arrogance. "Don't worry, I won't peek."
Han Xiaoye truly felt like crying.
That was not the point at all!
A surge of heat rushed to her earlobes, and she couldn't bear it any longer as she let out a frustrated low growl, "How am I supposed to do it with you standing here?"
Fu Zhiyan seemed to have a sudden realization, "What? Does it bother you?"
"Nonsense! When you go to the toilet, do you care if someone stands next to you?" She spoke fiercely to cover up the embarrassment.
A faint, elusive smile appeared in Fu Zhiyan's eyes, and his thin lips curved unusually, "If that person is you, I wouldn't mind."
Thump!
D*mn, why did her heart skip a beat again? Was it really a heart condition?
Han Xiaoye turned her head away, pursed her lips, and muttered softly, "I'm not that perverted to specifically watch you go to the toilet."
Fu Zhiyan noticed her involuntary shudder, and the smile in his eyes instantly faded. He took off his coat, walked over in a few strides, and draped it over the person who looked slightly unwell. "Alright, stop messing around. Hurry up, and if you keep fooling around, I'll have to personally assist you."
"What!"
"Assist her..." It couldn't mean helping her take off her pants, could it?
Even if she was reluctant, succumbing to his authority, Han Xiaoye reluctantly took off her pants. She sat on the toilet at lightning speed, gritting her teeth, and threatening, "Fu Zhiyan, don't you dare listen."
The sound of water gushed...
Han Xiaoye had never felt so embarrassed in a toilet before.
She wished it would end immediately, but time seemed to crawl like a turtle, unbearably long.