Chapter 9: Protecting Her

The soft voice poured into Qin Yanzhou like a love potion.

It was as if he just had to agree, and she would burst into tears right there in the office.

“Two o’clock, rest for half an hour to adjust your state.”

Qin Yanzhou finally conceded, his gaze lingering on Shen Muyan’s face for a second, “It’s easy to get distracted.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Shen Muyan’s face visibly brightened, her brows curved, and she exuded a captivating charm.

“Okay, Qin Xian, bye-bye~”

Her voice was sweet, and she quickly got up and fled the office, afraid of regret.

Qin Yanzhou couldn’t help but comply with her wishes, a rare exception for him.

Shen Muyan’s delicate back gradually disappeared from his sight, her light wind-blown skirt, a perfect fit.

Elegant and refined.

At 2:30, the meeting continued.

Shen Muyan’s condition was considered good, but it didn’t affect the efficiency of the meeting agenda at all. The meeting originally scheduled for an hour was completed smoothly in just an hour and a half.

“Finally, why is my brother willing to go into business?” Shen Muyan was like a wilting rose, her spirit fading like petals falling.

She lagged behind Qin Yanzhou, her mumbled words falling into his ears. He turned back slightly, seeing her slightly haggard face.

“Change the signing date to next week, get some rest.” His mellow voice drifted into her ears, and he stepped into the elevator first.

Shen Muyan followed closely, nodding obediently: “Okay.”

“Sister, Dr. Ji is already waiting inside.” Ning Qing closed the car door and said as she drove.

“Hmm.” Shen Muyan’s voice was as thin as a breeze, she hugged the rabbit doll in the back seat and closed her eyes to rest.

“It’s good that it’s only next week.”

——Silver Bay——

The living room was decorated luxuriously but vulgarly, the French crystal cloud lamp on the ceiling and the through-line lamps were as bright as day.

As soon as Shen Muyan entered, she bypassed the entrance and saw a pile of books on the curved sofa. She instinctively touched her forehead.

As she went further in, especially when she saw the medicine box, she asked, “Should I use an injection…?”

Ji Yunhuan put down the book, let Shen Muyan sit down, and raised his hand to probe her forehead temperature. “It’s very hot, how can you still smile?”

“I started feeling feverish this afternoon.” Ji Yunhuan’s voice was extremely serious, as he asked, he opened the medicine box and took out a silver thermometer.

“It’s more accurate.”

“So fierce.”

“We haven’t seen each other for a long time, and you’re already scolding me.” Shen Muyan protested weakly.

“I got to know Dr. Ji later, and he entered university earlier, while Dr. Ji had already graduated.”

“Back then, I crossed the ocean to study with him.”

“You were sure you were tired of staying in Europe, so you came to America to pursue a master’s degree.” Ji Yunhuan didn’t hesitate to expose her.

He didn’t speak again, silently taking her temperature.

After a few minutes, Shen Muyan ate some light porridge to fill her stomach, Ji Yunhuan observed the thermometer, his brows furrowed.

“38.7°.”

“This medicine, the fever hasn’t subsided this afternoon, so you came to the hospital.”

Shen Muyan held the soup bowl with both hands and brought it to her mouth, muttering, “Oh.”

Then she added, “The room is already prepared, just stay here and rest well today.”

“You’re so fierce.” Ji Yunhuan raised an eyebrow, his eyes seemed to be suspicious, with a hint of teasing.

Shen Muyan got up and put down the bowl, holding his arm and swaying back and forth coquettishly, her voice was sweet, and she directly praised, “The fierce Dr. Ji is the most, most, most gentle.”

Among Shen’s grandchildren, only Shen Muyan was a girl, she was pampered and spoiled, so Sister Shen’s personality was a bit spoiled, but she wouldn’t be unreasonable, she was very good at providing emotional value, she could coax everyone in the family around her little finger.

Even Ji Yunhuan couldn’t resist this kind of coquettish voice.

At night, there was a light drizzle, at eleven o’clock, the cool wind mixed with fine rain, weaving a misty sky.

Although Shen Muyan’s fever had subsided today, she started coughing again, her voice hoarse.

“Sister, are you going to the company today?” Guan inquired.

Shen Muyan didn’t put on any makeup today, her skin was already porcelain-like, making her look even more haggard, her lips were very pale. She sat by the dining table, paused for a while before answering.

“Later this afternoon.” Her throat hurt, and her voice changed accordingly.

After finishing her meal, she looked through some company documents, familiarizing herself with the situation of the Shen Group’s branches, and the personnel department was recruiting a general assistant.

She had been in Shanghai for a long time, but her father only gave her an assistant. Although her assistant’s ability was excellent, it was not enough for her.

——Yun Mansion——

The Qin family’s old house, located in the suburbs of Shanghai, was a magnificent ancient-style building, with majestic and spacious vermilion gates, and two stone lions with open mouths stood lifelike on both sides.

On the side were planted cloud pines, the pine trees were like a cat stretching comfortably.

Qin, from the military, politics, and business, the three pillars had lifted the Qin family to the top of Shanghai.

The elegant and ancient corridor extended to the backyard, clean and tidy, with strict order.

“I heard you’re planning to cooperate with the Shen Group on the No. 1 skin development project?” A dignified-looking scholar in a scholar’s robe asked in a low voice, his voice was still full of energy, he held a wolf hair pen, and he wrote vigorous characters on the Xuan paper with ease.

“Silence.”

Qin Ren, the master of the house, Qin Zhenhua.

“Well, the No. 1 skin project can bring a lot of profits to the company, moreover, the plan to incorporate it into the construction of the trade port will indeed maximize its value.”

Qin Yanzhou stood opposite the desk, his voice steady and restrained. Compared to the already retired Qin Zhenhua, his aura was even more sharp.

“Does that Shen girl rely on you?”

“Qin doesn’t have to take such a risk, buying a project that’s not reliable.”

Qin Zhenhua put down the wolf hair pen, straightened his back and looked at Qin Yanzhou, his words were sharp and indifferent.

“It’s more about the interests.”

“Sister Shen is not as incompetent as you are, Father. The No. 1 skin project is only profitable, not losing.”

Qin Yanzhou’s attitude was very firm, ignoring Qin Zhenhua’s underlying doubts, his lips parted slightly, without the slightest hesitation.

“Qin Ren, you have absolute authority in this matter, there’s no need to talk about it.”

“No matter what, I’m still your father, remember, the interests of the Qin family come first.” Qin Zhenhua sighed long, waved his hand, signaling Qin Yanzhou to leave.

Qin Yanzhou’s steps were steady, he picked up the suit jacket placed on the rack and turned to leave, without lingering.

As the door of the study opened, Wen Shuyun happened to walk in with tea and snacks. Seeing Qin Yanzhou’s indifferent expression, she knew that he must have had another disagreement with his father.

“Father and son, but there’s not a bit of father-son affection.”

“Mother, I’ll go back first.”

Qin Yanzhou nodded slightly to Wen Shuyun, said briefly, and closed the door without looking back.