Desire possesses, unable to escape from the palm of my roommate's uncle

"Well, uncle..." Fu Miaoxi was in a daze and felt like she was floating in the air.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Jiang Qingyan.

She rubbed her head against his shoulder sleepily.

"Well, I'm back, sleep well."

Jiang Qingyan carried her back to the room and only felt relieved after checking that her temperature was not high.

At this moment, she was still sleeping peacefully beside him. Although her breathing was light, it was warm and real. Jiang Qingyan felt the long-lost sense of security.

Those who hurt her have already paid the price, and the next thing is to let her recuperate and recover.

He walked out and lit a cigarette.

For Jiang Qingyan, cigarettes are just a way to vent his emotions. When he feels unhappy, smoking a few cigarettes can help him calm down.

He had almost forgotten the last time his hands were stained with blood. Was it because a relative from a branch of the Jiang family said he wanted to share the Jiang family's shares, or was he ambushed by a competitor in North America?

The memory is so distant that even the specific time is not important.

After Qiwu followed him back to the Jiang family, he was unable to adapt to the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere in the country for a while, so he asked to go abroad.

In Jiang Qiwu's words, if people wander in dangerous areas, the only way to leave is death.

Now he wants to get a piece of the pie from the crowded tables in J City, and all he has to do is squeeze others out.

Being lenient is equivalent to waiting for death. Similarly, failing to protect Fu Miaoxi is equivalent to giving others an advantage.

Jiang Qingyan would never allow himself to be eliminated, nor would he allow Fu Miaoxi's safety to be threatened in any way.

Cigarette ash fell, and Jiang Qingyan blew away the smell on his body in front of the window before returning to the bedroom and falling asleep with Fu Miaoxi in his arms.

When Pei Yunjing arrived at Dongli Mansion the next day, Fu Miaoxi actually showed signs of fever again.

Because she had no appetite in the morning, Jiang Qingyan's low mood invisibly enveloped the entire mansion. The servants swept and cleaned very carefully, for fear of displeasing the host.

"Qiwu?" Pei Yunjing parked his car in front of the residence. It was Jiang Qiwu who came to pick him up: "When did you come back?"

Jiang Qiwu led the way for him: "Friday night."

Pei Yunjing nodded. It made sense. Now that the storm in J City had arrived, it was normal for Jiang Qingyan to pull back his capable men.

"Miss Fu seems to have a fever again. She didn't eat anything this morning. The boss is a little angry."

"There's nothing we can do. Those people injected a bunch of drugs into her body. Even if her cold is cured, the reaction of those drugs in her body will cause inflammation."

Pei Yunjing, the doctor, was the calmest one: "Your physical condition is still too weak. You need to take good care of yourself recently."

After he checked Fu Miaoxi's condition and prescribed new medicine for her, Jiang Qingyan's expression was still solemn.

"What's wrong?" Pei Yunjing adjusted the speed of the drip and looked at Jiang Qingyan's face with an expression that was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, feeling a little puzzled.

After they left and walked into the corridor, Jiang Qingyan spoke: "Isn't it better to let her stay in the hospital? She got up once in the middle of the night and ate something, and she had a fever this morning."

"Don't worry too much. Her condition won't be cured with just one or two doses of medicine. She's had abdominal pain, fever, dizziness, and nausea these past few days, which are all very common. The conditions in the mansion are better in all aspects and more suitable for her recovery."

Jiang Qingyan closed his eyes, and Pei Yunjing felt that he seemed to be unable to suppress his anger.

"Give me a precise number. How long will it take for her to recover?"

"This condition will recur for three or four days, but don't worry too much. As long as her mental state is okay, she will recover faster."

"She can't even eat, how can she hold on mentally?"

Pei Yunjing was somewhat helpless: "Ayan, you have never been such an impatient person."

Jiang Qingyan suppressed his inner displeasure and sighed, "I just can't bear to see her like this. I'd rather do this for her."

Jiang Qingyan changed several of today's meetings from offline to online, and went to the bedroom to check on Fu Miaoxi whenever he had free time.

Jiang Qiwu never left Fu Miaoxi's bedside, watching over her while she was getting an IV drip.

When Fu Miaoxi woke up, the three bottles of medicine had been used up. The family doctor removed the needle from Fu Miaoxi, and Jiang Qiwu was pressing a cotton ball on the needle hole to stop the bleeding.

"Miss, are you awake? Would you like some water?"

Fu Miaoxi shook her head and sat up. Jiang Qiwu quickly placed a pillow for her.

Fu Miaoxi pointed at her throat and opened her mouth again.

Jiang Qiwu understood that she meant her throat hurt, so he quickly brought her some warm water.

"The boss asked Aunt Xun to steam some pears for you. I'll ask someone to bring them up for you."

Fu Miaoxi pointed to the place beside her with a questioning look.

"The boss is in his study. He has several meetings today. Should I go get him?"

Fu Miaoxi quickly pulled him back and shook her head. She moved her hands and made a writing gesture.

Jiang Qiwu took out his cell phone and handed it to Fu Miaoxi: "Miss, just type directly."

Jiang Qiwu's phone was very clean, with only the initial software installed.

Fu Miaoxi opened the memo and typed: [Don't bother my uncle, let him work hard. I can't eat steamed pears right now. Is there anything else to soothe my throat?]

"Miss, still no appetite? You haven't eaten for almost a day."

Fu Miaoxi hesitated for a moment: "This morning's porridge is a little sweet. I used to love it, but this morning it made me feel a little nauseous. Is there any soup or something?"

Jiang Qiwu explained to her, "Doctor Pei said that the dose of ovulation-stimulating drugs you were injected with was a bit too high, so it's normal to feel nauseous and it's our fault. If you want some soup, Aunt Xun made some pig stomach and chicken soup at home today. Would you like to try it?"

When Fu Miaoxi heard about pig tripe and chicken soup, she swallowed her saliva.

Jiang Qiwu understood, and asked someone to bring her some soup, and also sent someone to inform Jiang Qingyan.

[Can you help me ask where my phone is?] Fu Miaoxi typed for Jiang Qiwu to see.

"Assistant Li has gone to get you a cell phone. It should be delivered to you this afternoon."

Thank you.

Jiang Qiwu looked at the well-behaved little girl in front of him and understood why Jiang Qingyan liked her.

Be neither humble nor arrogant, know when to advance and retreat, and don't complain when facing difficulties.

She's just a little bit spoiled, but a girl like this should be held in someone's hands and cared for.