Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

When Jiang Zong entered the room with a blanket, Lin Ting was sitting on the bed, staring at the teddy bear in her arms.

Jiang Zong wrapped them both in a blanket, then picked up Lin Ting.

Lin Ting: "Huh?"

Jiang Zong's ears turned slightly red. He quickly walked to the next room and offered a reasonable explanation: "Your sheets are wet. Sleep in my room tonight."

Lin Ting and Teddy Bear stared blankly at Jiang Zong.

Jiang Zong tucked her into bed, making sure the corners of the blanket were secure, before turning the electric blanket down to a low setting to prevent Lin Ting from getting too hot.

Lin Ting clutched the corner of the blanket and asked him, "Then where will you sleep?"

"I……"

Jiang Zong hadn't really thought about this issue.

He thought for a moment and said, "Can I change your sheets and sleep in your place? Or..."

He wanted to say, or he would go sleep on the sofa.

But Lin Ting had already nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Zong subconsciously rubbed her head, then realized what he had done and quickly withdrew his hand.

Hmm... It shouldn't be a big deal for good friends to rub each other's heads, right?

He cleared his throat and said, "You go to sleep, I'll go change the sheets."

"Um...goodnight..."

Lin Ting was indeed listless, her eyelids were so heavy she could barely lift them, and the last two words were just a murmured utterance.

"Good night."

Jiang Zong said softly.

Jiang Zong went to sleep, but he couldn't sleep soundly. He would get up every now and then, quietly slip to Lin Ting's side, and touch her forehead to see if she still had a fever.

Paracetamol, which costs 100 yuan per tablet, was indeed very effective, and Lin Ting's fever subsided.

but……

"I feel like I'm taking on eight special forces soldiers all by myself right now."

The next day, Lin Ting said in a hoarse voice.

Uncle Nie smiled, handed her a bowl of porridge, and said, "You think you can win?"

Lin Ting took the porridge, said thank you, and added, "I couldn't win, so my honest feeling is that I was beaten up by eight special forces soldiers."

Uncle Nie: "Then you... are pretty tough."

Absolutely.

Lin Ting's fever subsided, but her cold persisted; she had a sore throat and coughed occasionally.

As a result of the misfortune, she was able to take a leave of absence without any problems.

She had wanted to take advantage of the holiday to inspect her empire, but Jiang Zong wouldn't allow it and insisted on keeping her at home, forbidding her from going out.

When Lin Ting saw Daiyu burying flowers, his mobile phone rang.

She picked it up casually, sipped the snow fungus and pear soup that soothes her lungs and relieves her cough, and asked, "Who is this?"

"Mr. Lin, I am Du Yucheng."

"Oh... is something the matter?"

"Mr. Lin, you've got some tricks up your sleeve," Du Yucheng said through gritted teeth, his words sending a chill down his spine. "Mr. Lin, let's meet."

Lin Ting honestly replied, "Not today, I have a cold, I'm watching TV at home."

Unexpectedly, such a simple and unremarkable truth caused Du Yucheng to fly into a rage.

"Lin Ting! You've gone too far!"

Do you really think I'm afraid of you?

"I'm telling you straight now, I will definitely take you down! I will!"

After yelling, he hung up the phone.

Lin Ting: "...?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"I didn't say anything, did I? Why did he explode?"

Lin Ting was bewildered, confused, and incomprehensible.

What she didn't know was that just thirty minutes earlier, when Du Yucheng called Mr. Li to invite him to dinner, Mr. Li replied, "I can't today, I have a cold and can't go out."

After making inquiries from various sources, Du Yucheng learned that Mr. Li had been reprimanded for providing incorrect information.

Mr. Li was scolded, and naturally he blamed Du Yucheng.

He's not stupid; a little investigation would tell him what Du Yucheng has been doing lately.

Not seeing him is a way of drawing a line between us.

This is a huge loss for Du Yucheng; it's not easy to win over someone like him.

Lin Ting's honest words, spoken because of a cold, inadvertently touched a nerve with Du Yucheng.

what is this?

This is blatant mockery, stepping on his face!

With a gloomy face, Du Yucheng began to make arrangements.

Lin Ting never expected that Du Yucheng's phone call would be like a switch being flipped, turning her mobile phone into a hotline.

The second person to call was Fang Deliang.

"Mr. Lin, how about we have dinner together tonight?" Fang Deliang invited with a smile.

Lin Ting said the same thing again: "Not today, I have a cold, I'm watching TV at home."

Fang Deliang was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself, "You seemed perfectly fine yesterday, how come you're sick today?"

He asked a few questions and then hung up the phone.

Then, he looked at the older brother across from him and said, "Brother, I heard Lin has caught a cold."

Secretary Fang pondered for a moment, then smiled: "This young lady is quite interesting. She's probably telling me that there's no need to meet her if I don't do anything for her."

Fang Deliang hesitated slightly: "I can tell that she does sound a little hoarse."

However, he wasn't entirely sure.

Lin Ting's voice is usually soft, but when it's hoarse, it sounds like she's just woken up, with a hazy and drowsy tone.

Secretary Fang put herself in your shoes and waved her hand, saying, "It's just an excuse. I also catch a cold when I don't want to see you."

Fang Deliang: "...?"

Secretary Fang frowned slightly and muttered to herself, "Given the current state of the tutoring school, it wouldn't be proper to give her the land from the old soy sauce factory. After all, it's just a tutoring school that's only been running for two months. If we give her too much support, I won't be able to explain it to her..."

"..."

Fang Deliang looked at him, not wanting to say a word.

Secretary Fang pondered for a moment, then tapped the table and said, "Find an opportunity to tell her that as long as she can improve her TOEFL score and has three or five high-scoring examples, I can find a way to sell this land to her."

"..."

"Go do it."

Secretary Fang had no intention of comforting her brother and directly ordered him to leave.

Just as Fang Deliang was feeling frustrated, Lin Ting received her third phone call.

Yang Libo slyly told her, "Boss Lin, Du Yucheng invited several senior figures to dinner, along with his allies. It seems they're planning to take drastic measures against you."

Lin hummed in response, saying nonchalantly, "Thank you, just let me know when they arrive."

Yang Libo was somewhat worried and suggested, "They're making quite a fuss, why don't you treat them to a meal?"

He didn't actually mean to eat, but rather to have Lin Ting prepare.

Lin Ting: "Not today, I have a cold, I'm watching TV at home."

Yang Libo gasped in shock, realizing the truth.

Such a calm and unhurried attitude shows that victory is assured!

He genuinely felt that he was very clever and hadn't made the wrong bet.

He immediately replied, "Okay, I'll have someone keep an eye on things, and I'll let you know as soon as there's any sign of trouble."

"Thank you, you've worked hard."

"Of course, of course!"

Lin Ting's throat hurt from answering so many calls, and he really wanted to just rip the battery out of his old mobile phone.

She never expected that she could accomplish so much just from having a cold.

This was like a northwest wind forcibly stuffing food into her mouth.

The northwest wind did a great job!