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Chapter 37 You don't need to be so supportive?

A deep, mellow male voice permeated the carriage, slowly spreading throughout the cramped space.

Su Mingyan didn't rush to reply to Huo Jingcheng. Instead, she spoke first and instructed Su Ruoyun, "It's cold outside, go up quickly."

The Mercedes was already parked in the driveway.

Hearing Su Mingyan's unquestionable tone, Su Ruoyun nodded, then walked away in her high heels, never glancing at the Cullinan once.

After Su Ruoyun gathered her skirt and got into the car, the black Mercedes started smoothly and slowly drove away from Lanxi from the other side of the circular flower bed, leaving only a fleeting shadow of the departing car.

Su Mingyan turned her head slowly, her gaze meeting Huo Jingcheng's precisely. A perfectly timed smile then appeared on her lips, polite yet businesslike, her voice clear and pleasant: "Mr. Huo, haven't you gone back yet?"

Huo Jingcheng raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone somewhat nonchalant, "Isn't President Su the same?"

The two men's eyes met briefly in the air, and a single glance seemed to convey a thousand words.

A few seconds later, Huo Jingcheng spoke first, breaking the silence, "Then I won't keep President Su any longer. I'll go first."

"it is good."

……

The next day, unlike the early morning of the previous day, Su Ruoyun was awakened by the aroma of rice in the air at 8:30. After washing up, she leisurely slipped on her slippers and headed to the dining room.

Aunt Li had prepared breakfast. Seeing her come over, she set out the tableware and said gently, "You drank some wine last night, so having some porridge this morning will make you feel better."

After saying that, he went to the kitchen to prepare to bring up the steamed dumplings.

Su Ruoyun nodded, picked up the spoon, and scooped a spoonful of shrimp and vegetable porridge into the casserole. Just as the spoon was about to touch the rim of the bowl, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Aunt Zhang, wearing an apron, quickly came out of the kitchen, placed the steamer on the dining table, and then said, "I'll go open the door."

Su Ruoyun's entire attention was focused on the pot of tempting shrimp and vegetable porridge in the casserole. Upon hearing the response, she didn't even lift her eyelids, only casually squeezing out a "hmm" from her nose.

Less than a minute later, Su Jiayi strode into the restaurant, spotted Su Ruoyun at a glance, and sat down next to her as if they were old friends, asking, "Having breakfast?"

He noticed her loose loungewear, her slightly disheveled hair, and her sleepy, hazy eyes. He couldn't help but laugh and tease her, "Oh, I've already made three or four trips back and forth this morning, and you're only just getting up."

"where have you been?"

"The old man doesn't keep meals at his place. I went to the family compound, and my aunt asked me to deliver soup. I was thinking of asking you to come with me to visit him." Su Jiayi quickly finished explaining what he had been up to this morning.

"Visiting someone in the hospital?" Su Ruoyun frowned slightly, the spoon in her hand falling lightly onto the edge of the casserole, making a crisp sound. Her gaze held a hint of doubt as she looked at Su Jiayi. "Visiting whose illness?"

"Your brother's."

"Why is he sick?" she asked as she pulled out a chair and sat down.

Aunt Li placed a bowl and chopsticks in front of Su Jiayi.

After thanking him, Su Jiayi picked up his chopsticks, took a small steamed bun, and put it in his mouth. While chewing, he mumbled, "I don't know what got into him last night. He slept on the deck chair on the balcony all night. This morning, the maid saw that he hadn't gotten up and knocked on the door to find that he had a fever and was delirious. She quickly called a doctor to come."

The lowest temperature in Beijing these past few days has been 10℃. It's no wonder people get fevers when sleeping outdoors.

Su Ruoyun shook her head. "Maybe I was too drunk to think straight last night."

"Did you drink last night?"

She nodded, her tone calm. "I ran into him at Lanxi last night. He had drunk quite a bit."

"Who would dare to force him to drink?" Su Jiayi used the same tactic.

"..." Breakfast was finished around nine o'clock, and then Su Jiayi pulled Su Ruoyun along and headed straight for Xiangshan Yayuan.

On a military-grade/licensed off-road vehicle.

“I always thought my brother was as strong as an ox, I never thought he would get sick.”

As strong as an ox?

Su Ruoyun said quietly, "I suspect you're his sophisticated troll."

Su Jiayi laughed freely twice.

The SUV arrived at the villa without any obstacles.

Su Mingyan sat on the sofa in the living room, her fingers tapping on the keyboard. Despite being sick, she was still dutifully replying to emails.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his head, his face pale, like the delicate beauty of Xi Shi. His gaze fell on the two of them, and he said softly, "You've come?"

Su Jiayi deftly handed the soup to the maid who came to greet her, then plopped down on the soft sofa, casually draped her arm over Su Mingyan's shoulder, and teased, "Brother, you look so sickly, you could play Lin Daiyu on TV."

"Don't...cough cough, don't...cough cough, don't say...cough."

He took three breaths to say one sentence.

Su Jiayi hurriedly pulled his arm back, no longer daring to press down on him. Instead, he carefully put his arm around Su Mingyan's arm, looking exactly like a eunuch serving the concubines in the former imperial palace.

His appearance and posture made Su Ruoyun laugh.

The soup was carefully placed in a thermos, still warm. The maid stepped forward and placed the bowl on the coffee table. As the soup was poured into the bowl, the rich aroma of Chinese medicine instantly spread, gently filling the entire living room.

Seeing that Su Mingyan finished the whole bowl of soup expressionlessly, he seemed to still want more.

Su Ruoyun and Su Jiayi exchanged a glance. Ruthless!

Su Ruoyun was going to the teahouse, but she left after sitting for a short while. Su Jiayi escorted her to the entrance of the courtyard house.

As soon as we entered the front yard, Xiao Hu said, "Madam, Mr. Huo is already waiting for you in the Guanlan private room."

Su Ruoyun raised an eyebrow slightly. Here we go again?
She replied, "Okay, I understand."

The Guanlan private room in the east wing.

Su Ruoyun quietly pushed open the door, walked around the solid wood screen depicting lakes and mountains, and saw a figure nestled on the tatami mat.

Huo Jingcheng was unusually not wearing a suit, but a black overcoat. The clean lines of the coat accentuated his tall and elegant figure, but his overall aura was somewhat listless.

Immediately afterwards, two or three coughs drifted out from inside the private room, sounding particularly clear in the quiet air.

Su Ruoyun blurted out, "You're sick too?"

The use of the word "也" here is brilliant.

Huo Jingcheng slowly raised his eyes, his voice thick with a nasal tone: "Who else is sick?"

Su Ruoyun shook her head. "Nobody."

As she spoke, she walked gracefully to the edge of the couch, knelt on the prayer mat, and glanced at Huo Jingcheng's face. It was as if a layer of grayish-white mist had covered it, his skin was an abnormal bluish-white, and he looked weak. His nose was slightly red, and his lips were bloodless, showing a dry, pale pink.

Su Ruoyun tilted her head and stared at him for three to five seconds before tactfully suggesting, "People who are sick are not really suited to drinking tea, so you don't need to be so supportive."

Please read on, mua~
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