Mo Roulan tried hard not to stutter and explained to him

"The water is cold and you have a fever. It might make your throat sore if you drank it."  

The impatience in his eyes was still there and he tried to take the glass away from Mo Roulan's hand as he himself got up and sat on the bed.

Mo Roulan eyes widened and she immediately stood up from the bed at the same time taking the glass away from He Jian's approach.

The man sitting on the bed was first speechless seeing Mo Roulan's daring actions and then looked at her coldly

"Give me the glass of water."

He said coldly.

He Jian's cold and authoritative voice could make anyone follow his orders and Mo Roulan was no different from others.

Just when she was about to hand him the glass of water after getting scared of those cold blue eyes, she immediately stepped back.

Annoyance flashed in He Jian's face while Mo Roulan's eyes were filled with accusation.

"You are trying to scare me and then drink this cold water!"

She said loudly as she pointed her finger at He Jian.

He Jian just sighed in frustration when he couldn't get the water. He was already feeling very tired and didn't have the energy to continue sitting on the bed.

So he thought of lying back on the bed.

Mo Roulan perhaps for the first time saw through him when she saw the exhaustion in his eyes. Before he could lie down on the bed, she said immediately

"I will bring another glass of water. You just sit here."

The butler had specifically told her that He Jian didn't like anyone to touch him or his personal things so he

So she thought that if he lied back down and then got up by himself again he would have to waste more energy.

She hurriedly went to the kitchen and then put some water on the stove. After it was warm enough to drink, she poured it into a glass and came back to the room.

When she came back, she saw He Jian leaning against the bed as he pressed his temples.

Worry flashed through Mo Roulan's eyes and she immediately gave him the glass of water.

"Here"

He Jian looked at her and then at the glass for a few moments silently. Just when Mo Roulan had thought that he will not take the glass from her hands, He Jian took it and she sighed in relief.

She then left the room while He Jian drank the water and stared at her left back.

It was only for a moment but bitterness flashed through He Jian's eyes as he thought that the girl really left him alone when he was sick.

He was about to lie back down on the bed when the door of his room opened again and his blue eyes stared at the young holding the phone as she stood in front of the bed.

Her eyes were filled with confusion as she asked him

"Mr. He, I don't know any doctor here. Who should I call?"

He Jian was again silent for a few moments at Mo Roulan's question.

Doctor …he had actually never called one whenever he was sick in the past. The first thing was that it was rare for him to fall sick and if he did …then he will get fine after taking some medicines by himself.

In truth, no one had accompanied him in the past when he was sick. He never liked it. 

But looking at the worry in the girl's eyes he didn't know why he didn't want to refuse her so he raised his chin towards the phone lying on the bedside table.

"Use that phone."  

Mo Roulan also looked towards the phone lying on the table. At one glance, she knew that the phone belonged to He Jian.

It was his personal phone. Could she touch it?

Mo Roulan was too scared to ask this question to He Jian as from his face she could tell that he looked completely annoyed.

So she picked the phone, in the end.

However when she touched the screen, the phone asked for the password but she didn't know it.

"It's 2311"     

She heard He Jian's voice as he lied down on the bed and hurriedly filled the password.

The password was right but as soon as she was about to find the doctor's number, a call came.

"Who is it?"

She heard He Jian asking and read the name hesitantly.

On the screen was written the name by which He Jian had saved the caller's number.

'Dad'

He Jian was silent for a moment. Just when Mo Roulan was wondering whether she should cut the call or let it ring until it silents down on itself, his cold voice came again.

"Just answer the call and tell him that we will not attend the party."

"Me?"

Mo Roulan's shocked and loud voice came as soon as He Jian finished.

Lying on the bed, He Jian heard the girl's shocked voice and suddenly felt a little amused. However, when he slowly turned in another direction so that he could see Mo Roulan's face, his face again looked rigid and stoic.

"So you want me who is so sick to answer my father's call?"

He asked coldly as if he was questioning a criminal.

Mo Roulan immediately shook his head and under the pressure created by those cold blue eyes she finally picked up the call

"Jian."

A cold voice fell in her ears and she didn't even need to think that it was really He Jian's father who was talking to her. Although she had never seen the man, she could tell by the voice itself that it was He Jian's father.

Mo Roulan suddenly wanted to hang up but she saw that He Jian was still staring at her so she could only talk. 

"Hello, Uncle."

"Who?"

The voice was colder than before this time making Mo Roulan more nervous. The next time when she spoke, she almost stumbled with her words.

"I …..I am Mo Roulan."