In that mont of hesitation between answering or not, he mustered up the courage to pick up, just because he was curious why his ’rival in love’ was calling him so early in the morning?
However, very soon after, he realized his curiosity had cost him sothing called ’regret’.
"What do you an he caught a cold? How did he catch a cold?" Han Xiayang suddenly sat up from the bed, but it wasn’t out of concern; it was a deep-seated resentnt.
That bastard falling ill ant he’d have to work hard at the hospital again.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt unfairness; the more he beca angry: "How could he fall sick again?" He didn’t express his displeasure through words; his tone over the phone remained calm and steady.
An Nan described the situation briefly: "Seems like he caught a chill."
Upon hearing the words ’caught a chill’, he suddenly felt a pang of guilt inside, and even the desire to inquire further disappeared. He imdiately responded, "Okay, I get it, I’ll head to the company right away, you take good care of your husband."
It was only after Han Xiayang hung up the phone that he let out a heavy sigh.
"Ah, good days have co to an end again." If that beautiful Mrs. Lan from the Lin Family found out that her precious Young Master Lin caught a cold because of him, she might skin him alive. At that point, it wasn’t even about holding a wife; even if he were given one, he might not live to enjoy it.
So, for these few days, he’d better obediently work hard and see if he could lessen his fault.
Poi!
What fault, he was not at fault, just a bit of a prankster. Most importantly, it was Lin Mubai, that useless bastard wasn’t capable. A grown man, catch a cold from a bit of cold, truly useless, useless.
Speaking of this Mr. Han’s fear of Lan Yiqing, it does co with a story. When he t Young Master Lin in the United States, he thought of him as a refined gentleman and looked forward to befriending him. Little did he know, it was just the beginning of a nightmare.
A while after they beca good friends, he t this gentleman’s elegant and beautiful mother for the first ti. At that mont, it was truly the first ti his life was shaken.
At forty, she maintained herself exceptionally well, not showing her age at all. Her every move was filled with a classic and noble beauty, leaving him astonished and unable to react for a long ti.
He never expected she was just an angelic facade with a cunning interior.
Maybe it’s unfair to describe her this way, but it was the only thing he could think of.
First, she enticed him with sweetness, making him oblivious, and then began a ti of sorrows.
Afterward, this noble lady, out of care for her son, unable to control her son, turned her attention to him. After a combination of threats and inducents, he reluctantly beca an insider, keeping an eye on Young Master Lin’s whereabouts, for which he wrestled with himself deeply inside.
But he wasn’t that foolish; he never told everything directly, always withholding half.
Countless tis later, he had words of refusal on his lips, but upon seeing her smile, he swallowed them back hard.
Since then, he’s avoided as much as possible, reaching the point of being alard by even the slightest hint.
Even now, he still feared her. From various signs, it was evident that this Lin Family mother and son duo deeply cared for the son. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be constantly aware of the son’s situation. If this loving mother knew her son fell ill because of him, could he handle the consequences?
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