As the woman entered, Leng Chenxuan immediately detected the faint scent of lavender filling his room. It was a fragrance he had once been familiar with and obsessed over, but now it felt unfamiliar, even off-putting.
Yun Muyin placed the soup bowl on the bedside table and sat down on the chair next to the bed, smiling, "It's rare to hear that President Leng is ill, so I rushed back from the company to check on you, to reassure everyone that the boss hasn't gone missing. Come on, drink this soup while it's hot, it can help dispel the chill."
She added with careful consideration, "It's Zhenwu Soup, without any ginger added, knowing how much you detest the taste of ginger."
Yet Leng Chenxuan just looked at her quietly, declining to sip the soup from the spoon she held out to him.
