He stole his best friend's photos and fell for a tycoon's heir through online dating.

"No, don't go!" Lin Wanzhi quickly stopped him, her eyes darting around.

"Um... the company is sending someone to move things. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to go, would it? Girls have so many personal belongings..."

Lin Wanxun paused, her brows still furrowed, but she didn't take another step forward.

Lin Wanzhi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed the subject:

"Then I'll leave Mimi in your care. I think it's about time, I need to get going."

She had just taken a step when she froze.

She didn't know where the apartment was!

That was incredibly awkward...

Lin Wanzhi awkwardly took out her phone and dialed Xia Ruo's number.

-

On the other side, in a hospital ward.

Zhou Siyan sat in front of Xia Ruo's hospital bed, his gaze falling on the thin indwelling needle on the back of her slender hand.

The medicine dripped down, one drop at a time, like a pendulum, each drop hitting his heart.

The doctor's words were still ringing in my ears—"She developed a fever because of extreme fright."

Excessive fright.

Zhou Siyan lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He truly hadn't expected that there was actually such a thing as being sick from fright...

I really went too far tonight.

Looks like I'll have to avoid some people from now on.

He gently pressed the back of his hand against Xia Ruo's forehead, his brows furrowed tightly: "Why is it still so hot?"

The doctor and the hospital director standing in front of the bed trembled simultaneously.

"Mr. Zhou," the doctor pushed up his glasses, his voice tense, "it takes some time for the fever to break; it won't happen immediately..."

"Yes, yes, yes," the dean responded quickly, pulling a box of fever-reducing patches from his white coat pocket and handing it over with both hands.

"If you apply another one of these to the patient, the effect will be even better."

Zhou Siyan glanced at him, said nothing, took the fever-reducing patch, tore open the packaging, and gently placed it on Xia Ruo's forehead.

Just then, Xia Ruo's phone rang.

The screen lights up—"Wanwan".

Zhou Siyan picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and put it to her ear.

"Hey, Ruoruo, I've got this sorted out!" Lin Wanzhi's voice came through the receiver, light and cheerful.

"But I don't know the exact location of the apartment. Could you send me the location?"

"Xia Ruo has a fever," Zhou Siyan said in a low voice. "We're at the hospital now."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Lin Wanzhi's raised voice: "What? You have a fever? Should we—"

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Wanzhi's hand was suddenly empty.

Lin Wanxun snatched the phone away.

"Which hospital?" Lin Wanxun's voice was deep and urgent, filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

Zhou Siyan did not answer.

"Ruo Ruo, tell me quickly!" Lin Wanxun's voice became even more urgent.

Zhou Siyan's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped his phone, his gaze falling on the pale face on the hospital bed.

His voice turned cold, emphasizing each word:

"My people are none of Mr. Lin's concern."

Lin Wanxun was stunned.

He gripped his phone, his Adam's apple bobbing, and after a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a single sentence:

"You are... President Huo?"

"Yes." Zhou Si replied calmly, without any emotion.

"Let Lin Wanzhi stay at home, and Xia Ruo can move in after she recovers."

Lin Wanzhi stood to the side, her eyes darting around. She had heard everything said on the phone.

Wow—the boss is so powerful and responsible!

It's just that the older brother is a bit pitiful...

But who can blame him for being so weak-willed? If Ruoruo didn't fall for him, who could she blame?

She secretly glanced at Lin Wanxun's petrified face and silently lit a row of candles in her heart.

Then she gently pulled her phone back and sweetly added into the microphone:

"Okay, Mr. Huo, I'm staying at home now. Please take care of Ruoruo."

By the way, Ruoruo likes to drink warm milk when she's sick. Could you buy some if it's convenient for you?

After saying that, she quickly hung up the phone.

Looking up, she met Lin Wanxun's deep gaze.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lin Wanzhi blinked innocently. "I'm just concerned about Ruoruo."

Lin Wanxun lowered her eyes and said sadly, "Wanwan, why are you siding with outsiders too?"

After saying that, he picked up Mimi, turned around, and left.

Lin Wanzhi looked at his slightly lonely figure and sighed:

"Brother, I'm doing this for your own good... You can't compete with President Huo's aura..."

-

The ward was so quiet that only the faint hum of the medical equipment could be heard.

Zhou Siyan put the phone back on the bedside table and sat back down in the chair. Xia Ruo's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and the blue fever patch on her forehead made her look especially fragile.

He reached out and gently brushed away the stray hairs damp with sweat from her forehead with his fingertips.

"Water..." Xia Ruo's lips moved slightly, her voice dry and hoarse.

Zhou Siyan immediately stood up, poured half a cup of warm water, and tested the temperature.

I sat on the edge of the bed, carefully lifted the back of her neck with one hand, and brought the water glass to her lips.

Xia Ruo took two sips in a daze, her brows relaxed for a moment, then furrowed again.

"Slower."

Xia Ruo seemed to have heard something, and her eyelashes trembled.

She turned her head and rubbed her face against his palm, as if looking for a more comfortable position, before falling into a deep sleep.

Zhou Siyan maintained this posture the whole time, supporting the back of her neck with one hand and using the other hand to take a wet wipe and gently wipe away the thin layer of sweat from her forehead and the sides of her neck.

"You can leave now," he said without looking up, his voice low but authoritative, "I'll call you if I need anything."

"Assistant Zhang," he paused, "go heat up a cup of milk."

-

The two walked into the courtyard. Lin Wanxun looked up at the night sky and gave a bitter smile.

Mimi in his arms seemed to sense his emotions, meowed twice, and rubbed her fluffy head against his chin.

Lin Wanxun lowered her head and sighed with a hint of melancholy:

"Mimi, why can't the person who saved you be as clingy to me as you are?"

My phone suddenly rang.

Lin Wanxun took out her phone from her pocket; it was her assistant calling.

"Mr. Lin," the assistant's voice was frighteningly serious.

"I have investigated the matter you asked me to investigate last time."

However… none of the residential areas near Dingxin Technology are under their company's name.

Lin Wanxun frowned slightly.

"And..." the assistant hesitated, as if unsure how to begin.

"Go on!" Lin Wanxun's voice deepened.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the assistant lowered their voice even further:

"Furthermore, within the industry, there is absolutely no trace of Huo Sinian."