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

Jiang Qingyan held her in his arms, sat on the sofa beside her, and touched Fu Miaoxi's hair: "Why do you say that?"

Fu Miaoxi drank ginger tea in small sips and turned back into the saw-mouthed gourd.

"Except for you, I haven't talked to any woman today."

Fu Miaoxi still didn't look happy.

"Guai Miaomiao, please tell me what happened. I ignored the woman at the door just now and had her kicked out of the hotel."

Jiang Qingyan took her empty cup and put it aside: "Or did that woman say something to you?"

Fu Miaoxi fell into his arms and said softly, "Actually, I just figured it out. Why have I been so unhappy these past few days when I saw other people liking you? You clearly have no interest in them at all."

"Maybe I'm not confident enough, and I don't believe enough in the relationship between us. After all..."

Fu Miaoxi didn't finish the second half of her sentence because she was blocked by Jiang Qingyan's kiss.

Different from his previous kisses full of possessiveness, Jiang Qingyan was now very patient in comforting the little girl in his arms.

Similarly, he was comforting himself.

Finally, Fu Miaoxi showed signs of slowly opening her heart to him, and he would never allow any complications to arise along the way.

Whenever Jiang Qingyan thought that Fu Miaoxi might be a coward again and avoid all his attempts to be nice, he felt a sense of frustration that all his efforts had gone to waste.

He is a businessman, so he would not let such a bad situation happen.

"Miao Miao, you are really not a good boy. At this time, you are still thinking nonsense."

The two of them rubbed their ears together, and Jiang Qingyan rubbed her cheek affectionately: "What does it matter whether you believe in yourself or not? Do you think I will agree if you want to give up?"

"Miao Miao, there's something you have to understand. As long as you still have even a little love for me in your heart, I will never let you go. Even if you become a little snail, you can't shrink back."

Fu Miaoxi nestled in Jiang Qingyan's arms, wrinkling the clothes on his chest, revealing that she was extremely uneasy inside.

She muttered, feeling a little aggrieved: "You rely on intimidation to coax your girlfriend, right?"

Jiang Qingyan laughed dumbly: "How can this be considered intimidation?"

He put on a serious expression: "But, sweetheart, you are my only girlfriend. I don't have any experience in coaxing people. If you need me to do something, just tell me directly. If I can do it, I will do it without hesitation. If I can't do it, I will learn it."

A pair of clear phoenix eyes looked straight at Fu Miaoxi, without any dodging, nor allowing Fu Miaoxi to ignore it: "I don't know how to make you believe my sincerity, but I can keep you by my side for a long time, time will prove it."

Fu Miaoxi buried her head in his arms, humming and moaning, neither saying good nor bad. After struggling for a while, she pushed Jiang Qingyan away again: "Go take a shower, I'm sleepy and need to go to bed first."

Jiang Qingyan kissed the corner of Fu Miaoxi's eyes: "Okay, you go to sleep first."

When Jiang Qingyan came out of the shower, Fu Miaoxi was already fast asleep.

He was just about to tuck in the corner of the quilt for Fu Miaoxi when he suddenly noticed that Fu Miaoxi's face was abnormally red.

Jiang Qingyan reached out his hand and felt that the temperature was even slightly hotter than his own hand after taking a hot bath.

He quickly took out the thermometer and took it, and found that Fu Miaoxi's temperature was close to 38°C.

Jiang Qingyan walked out of the bedroom, called Pei Yunjing, and then found Jiang Qiwu.

"Clear the hotel and close the ski resort tomorrow morning."

The chaotic night ended with Fu Miaoxi feeling dazed and running a low fever.

The next morning when Fu Miaoxi opened her eyes, she felt dizzy and her throat hurt.

"Uncle?"

Jiang Qingyan sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on her in a daze.

Seeing that Fu Miaoxi woke up, he tucked the quilt for her, then lifted her upper body so that she could lean on the pillow.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Fu Miaoxi nodded: "I feel dizzy and my throat hurts."

Jiang Qingyan sighed softly: "I shouldn't have asked you to come skiing at this time. You are too prone to getting sick now."

"Although Pei Yunjing said that this level of illness is not a big deal, you still need to take good care of yourself."

Fu Miaoxi leaned closer to Jiang Qingyan, and it was obvious that she wanted to get closer to him. Jiang Qingyan readily followed her lead and sat next to her.

Fu Miaoxi rubbed his face, rested her chin on his shoulder, and comforted Jiang Qingyan: "It's okay, uncle, I had a lot of fun yesterday. It's not your fault. I will take good care of myself."

Just then, the doorbell rang. It was Jiang Qiwu who came to deliver the meal.

Jiang Qiwu was no longer surprised by Fu Miaoxi's fragile state.

"Tofu pudding, soy milk, millet porridge, fried dough sticks, steamed dumplings, soup dumplings..." Jiang Qiwu put out more than a dozen boxes of breakfast.

"Miss, if you want to eat noodle soup, I'll ask the kitchen to cook it for you."

Fu Miaoxi pointed at the tofu pudding: "I'll just drink this."

Jiang Qingyan picked up the small bowl, mixed the chopped green onions, and fed it to Fu Miaoxi one spoonful at a time.

"Have some breakfast and take the medicine, then I'll take you back down the mountain. You should recuperate well for a few days. I don't think there's a rush to return. I'd like to give you a new environment to recuperate so you don't get bored staying in the mansion every day."

When Fu Miaoxi was wrapped in a quilt by Jiang Qingyan and carried out sideways, she suddenly found that the ski resort, which should have been occupied by tourists, was now empty.

Not only that, there was no one else in the hotel except the staff.

"What happened?"

Jiang Qingyan lowered his brows. Because Fu Miaoxi was sick, his face didn't look very good.

"Nothing." He patted Fu Miaoxi's back, subtly attracting her attention: "What do you want to eat for lunch? There are several famous chefs nearby."

Fu Miaoxi thought about it and told the truth: "I want to drink soup."

"I'll make the arrangements and take you back first."

Fu Miaoxi wrapped herself comfortably in the quilt, a little curious: "Uncle, don't you think I'm too fragile? I always ask you to put down what you are doing and take care of me."

Jiang Qingyan paused: "Did you say that on purpose?"

"what?"

"I don't think you're a bother. I just think it's me who hasn't taken good care of you. If I don't see you getting better, I basically don't have the energy to do anything else."

He sighed: "Fu Miaomiao, if only I had known you ten years ago."

It could have saved her from so much suffering and prevented her from knowing the hardships of life early on.

He will definitely spoil her into the most carefree little princess in the world.

"Uncle," Fu Miaoxi leaned her head on his shoulder: "You are already fine, and I am fine now too."

Pei Yunjing transferred a Chinese medicine pharmacist from home to be responsible for Fu Miaoxi's physical treatment.

"I've been quite busy recently. It takes time for Miss Fu to recover. When you return to Dongli Mansion, you must bring my people with you."