Bai Yueguang returns to China, don't be a spare tire, divorce Lin

In the evening, Ye Wanqing carefully packed a box of freshly baked cookies into a bag, changed into comfortable shoes, and drove slowly to the underground parking lot to prepare for the evening party.

Qin Zhuyu had already invited her to share dinner tonight, but the incessant autumn rain brought dusk early, and the sky at half past five was already covered by thick clouds.

The road was slippery in the rain and the vehicles were moving slowly. By the time Ye Wanqing's car slowly stopped in front of the building of Qin Zhuyu's company, the clock had quietly pointed to six o'clock.

Qin Zhuyu finished his interview mission early that day and returned to the office a little before five o'clock. He carefully sorted out the interview materials and couldn't wait to put everything in order, waiting for Ye Wanqing to arrive.

As soon as Ye Wanqing's car came to a steady stop, Qin Zhuyu hurried over with an umbrella in hand: "The wind tonight is really biting, Wanqing!"

Ye Wanqing handed him a clean cloth: "The road is slippery in the rain, be careful not to catch a cold."

Qin Zhuyu took the towel and glanced at Ye Wanqing, her heart filled with curiosity about the recent controversy circulating on the Internet.

But he knew this wasn't the time to ask, so he suggested instead: "How about we try Korean barbecue tonight?"

"That sounds tempting." Ye Wanqing smiled brightly and handed him the cookies in her hand. "Are you hungry? These are the cookies I made this afternoon."

"Wanqing, you are always so thoughtful and considerate!" Qin Zhuyu praised sincerely, and then the two drove to the reserved restaurant.

Qin Zhuyu's meeting this time actually had an important topic in mind. After arriving at the restaurant, he hesitated for a moment:

"Wanqing, you never participate in any interviews, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanqing's eyes flashed with a subtle hint: "Are you magazine planning to interview me?"

Qin Zhuyu was a little embarrassed: "As expected, I can't hide anything from you."

He pulled out the next interview schedule from his handbag and handed it to Ye Wanqing. "Don't worry, I just mentioned it casually. If you don't want to, I completely understand."

Ye Wanqing quickly browsed through the list. Compared with other interviewees that Qin Zhuyu could contact, she was indeed more approachable.

But considering the Qin family's extensive network of contacts, it was not difficult for Qin Zhuyu to interview other people.

Ye Wanqing always kept a low profile and never accepted any interviews. She didn't want to disrupt the peace. "Sorry, Zhuyu, I'm afraid I can't accept the interview."

Qin Zhuyu didn't mind. "I understand. You've always kept a low profile. Even though your novels were all the rage, if Xu Xinyi hadn't exposed Lin Xuan's divorce, I'm afraid no one would have known you were the hottest writer."

Qin Zhuyu gently closed the menu and naturally changed the subject: "My brother asked me last night if we could have dinner together tonight. He has something he wants to discuss with you."

Qin Zhuyu smiled slightly: "He is always like this. Actually, he just wants to discuss the copyright of your new book."

Ye Wanqing gently picked up the warm teacup, raised the corners of her mouth, and outlined a gentle smile.

Qin Zhuyu brought up the topic of today's interview again. As the conversation deepened, he said tentatively, "Wanqing, your past with Lin Xuan... is truly surprising."

Ye Wanqing glanced at him calmly and replied simply, "That's a private matter. I can't discuss it further."

"Oh, I understand. Of course, such matters must be kept secret."

Qin Zhuyu paid attention to Ye Wanqing's reaction. Seeing that her expression was calm, she continued, "I heard that Mrs. Lin originally had a good impression of you. After learning about this, she was quite unhappy last night."

Ye Wanqing pursed her lips gently: "Mrs. Lin came to talk to me early this morning."

"Did she embarrass you?" Qin Zhuyu asked with concern.

Ye Wanqing shook her head slightly, with a hint of bitterness in her smile: "That's not the case."

There was blame in those words, but more of it was a deep sense of disappointment and powerlessness.

Qin Zhuyu was confused, but she also knew that it was not appropriate to delve into it at this moment.

After dinner, Qin Zhuyu had to rush back to the magazine to organize the interview materials for the afternoon, so Ye Wanqing drove him there.

The rain continued to fall. The red light ahead came on, and Ye Wanqing slowly stopped the car. At this moment, her cell phone rang in the car.

She frowned slightly and picked up her phone. She was slightly surprised by the caller ID: "Is it Mr. Zhao?"

"Hello, is this Secretary Li? I seem to have a fever. Could you please bring me some medicine?" Zhao Jinyu on the other end of the phone obviously dialed the wrong number and hung up before he finished speaking.

Ye Wanqing sighed softly, and the green light in front came on at the right time. She put down her phone, restarted the car, and continued driving towards home.

She and Zhao Jinyu did not have much interaction, but considering that the call was made to her by mistake and the weakness in his voice, it was obvious that his illness was serious and could not be ignored.

Ye Wanqing unconsciously increased the strength of her fingers gripping the steering wheel. After some thought, she decided to lend a helping hand. She put on her Bluetooth headset and quickly dialed the number back.

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhao?"

"Well, who is it?"

"I'm Ye Wanqing. Can you tell me which building and which household you live in now?"

"Oh, it's Times Tianjiao, Building A, Room 1224, Secretary Li, why..." There was some confusion in Zhao Jinyu's voice.

Ye Wanqing heard the confusion in his words and guessed that it was due to a high fever. "Don't worry, I'll go buy some antipyretics and send them to you."

"Okay, thank you for your help." There was a hint of gratitude in Zhao Jinyu's voice.

Ye Wanqing decisively turned around at the next intersection. Although Times Prodigy was located in the opposite direction of her route home, fortunately it was not far away.

She quickly bought antipyretics at a pharmacy near the apartment, and then took the elevator directly to Zhao Jinyu's residence.

The person who opened the door was Zhao Jinyu, who was wearing dark home clothes. His face was as pale as paper. Seeing Ye Wanqing standing outside the door, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Miss Ye? How could you..."

"You probably dialed the wrong number because you had a fever. This is fever-reducing medicine. Take it quickly." Ye Wanqing handed him the medicine with a gentle tone.

Zhao Jinyu quickly apologized: "I'm so sorry, my secretary is on leave today, and I was flustered and dialed the wrong number without noticing. I'm so sorry to have troubled you to come here."

"It's okay, just take care of yourself." Ye Wanqing responded with a smile and turned to leave.

Zhao Jinyu took the medicine and politely made way for her: "Miss Ye, would you please come in and sit for a moment? I'm in this state now, and I'm afraid I'm not entertaining you well enough."

Ye Wanqing gently waved her hand: "No need, let's do it another day, you should have a good rest."

"Well... okay, good night." There was a hint of apology in Zhao Jinyu's voice.

Ye Wanqing smiled and nodded. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she heard Zhao Jinyu call her again: "Miss Ye, please stay."

She turned around, still with that faint smile on her face: "What else?"

Zhao Jinyu awkwardly handed over the thermometer in her hand, which showed a high temperature of 39.5°C. "I may need to go to the hospital, but my current condition...if it's convenient for you, could you give me a ride?"

He then added: "Of course, if it's inconvenient for you, I can contact my assistant."

Ye Wanqing glanced at the thermometer and frowned slightly: "It's cold outside, put on more clothes, I'll wait for you here."

"Thank you so much." Zhao Jinyu said gratefully, then coughed and turned back to get his coat and shoes.

Along the way, Zhao Jinyu seemed unusually silent, and it was obvious that his illness made it difficult for him to concentrate.

Ye Wanqing sent him to the nearest People's Hospital, but it was already night, so he had to go to the emergency room.

The emergency room was bustling with people. They found a corner to sit down and waited patiently. It was almost ten o'clock before it was Zhao Jinyu's turn to be seen.

After an examination, the doctor prescribed two bottles of IV drip.

Ye Wanqing poured him a glass of warm water: "Mr. Zhao, drink some water first."

"Thank you, Miss Ye." Zhao Jinyu's voice was full of gratitude.

The people in the infusion room gradually dispersed. They sat against the wall, quietly waiting for the drip to end.

Just then, a familiar figure approached quietly. Ye Wanqing didn't notice it for a moment. It was Lin Xuan.