Ji Mushan’s worry and concern were all overwhelmed by this sudden news. Thinking about Chaozhou, he still couldn’t think of anyone who might be his son’s girlfriend.

He never expected Chaozhou to have someone he liked.

“Can I ask what she looks like?” Ji Mushan asked the property manager.

“You don’t know your son’s girlfriend?” The property manager was surprised at first but then understood, “Nowadays young people are like this—your son’s girlfriend is tall and pretty.”

Ji Mushan was full of thoughts: Chaozhou… really had a girlfriend?

He couldn’t even imagine what kind of person Chaozhou would fall in love with.

While the property manager wasn’t too happy when he met her, he still said generous things out of good intentions not to destroy the fate of marriage, “I think she is a good match. It was because of her prodding that our property office cleared the fire lanes yesterday morning.”

Thinking of the series of events, the property manager felt chills run down his spine. It was a serious blessing in the misfortune that the young unit owner on the second floor and his girlfriend got involved.

Ji Mushan thought of the phone call he hung up just now, and his worries eased a little. Since he had his girlfriend by his side, Chaozhou should be fine.

He wanted to see his son, but he also understood very clearly that his son didn’t want to see him.

Ji Mushan turned to go back to the company, his back looking a bit lonely.

The property manager stood at the door of Building No. 5 and sighed to himself, “Why do people in this family all look so good?”

… …

Just as Cheng Liu was placing her meal orders, she received a call from He Bai.

“Why didn’t you come to the office today?” He Bai sat at his desk, looking at the door of Cheng Liu’s empty office.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I won’t go to the company today,” Cheng Lui replied.

She routinely read the rest of the week’s itinerary every night before going to bed, and she finished what she was supposed to do last night, so it wasn’t a big deal for her not to go to the company today. From early morning until now, her mind was too full of her boyfriend’s business—she really forgot to go to the company.

“Forgot?” He Bai repeated incredulously, but he quickly recovered his emotions, “Are you sick?”

“No, it’s only that something has come up.” Cheng Liu pointed to items the menu and showed it to the waiter politely standing next to her. “I remember that the appointment with the partner is for tomorrow night. What happened in the company today?”

He Bai clenched his phone tightly, “… the company is normal.”

“That’s fine then. You continue with things, I won’t go in today.” Cheng Liu thought for a moment and said, “I probably won’t go to the company tomorrow as well.”

“Okay.”

He Bai threw the phone on the table. He suddenly had the disquieting feeling that things were deviating from its original track.

It stood to reason that for a company that was operating as smoothly as theirs did, it was normal for the founder not to come to the company often, but Cheng Liu was different. Since the establishment of Shenyin Technology, she has focused on work over everything else. Except for when she went on business trips, she would stay in the office every day, all day, and she never arrived late nor did she leave early.

… Since when did it change?

He Bai put his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his clasped hands, recalling Cheng Liu’s abnormal behavior these past few days.

He thought back.

Starting from April 1st, after Cheng Liu got off the plane, she clearly decided to cancel the appointment and go back to the company for a meeting, but suddenly changed her mind.

Since then, Cheng Liu has become strange.

He Bai’s expression turned cold—it seemed that Wang Hongyang did have some tricks to coax women.

He picked up his phone, clicked on the memo, looked at the itinerary of Cheng Liu at 7 o’clock tomorrow night, and slowly pushed his glasses up.

Tomorrow night, Cheng Liu would see Wang Hongyang’s true face.

… … If It’s Wrong, Then It’s Wrong translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

On her end, Cheng Liu arrived at the hotel bearing the packed meals. It was already twelve o’clock at noon. She swiped the key card to enter the suite, walked through the living room, walked to the bedroom, pushed the half-open door, and found that the curtains had been drawn shut. She faintly saw her boyfriend on the bed lying on his side with his back to the door.

Cheng Liu thought he was asleep, so she turned around and placed the packed meals on the dining room table.

It seemed that she could only wait for him to wake up, and then heat it up again.

Cheng Liu gently pulled out the chair and sat down. She also hasn’t eaten yet, but after thinking about it, she decided to ask the hotel to send room service up later.

She took out her mobile phone, ready to read news in the industry, but in the end she could not read beyond one line.

She hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked to the bedroom door again.

Cheng Liu didn’t know what it was she wanted to do; she just pushed the door open a little out of intuition and stood there quietly.

A few moments later, Cheng Liu finally understood what was bothering her.

Boyfriend’s breathing rate was wrong; it was too messy.

Cheng Liu quickly walked into the bedroom, walked around to the other side of the bed, and through the faint light leaking in from the curtains, she could see his ruddy face and, in stark contrast, his extremely pale lips.

Cheng Liu frowned and reached out to touch her boyfriend’s forehead: it was hot.

She walked quickly back out the living room, took out the thermometer, brought it into the bedroom, and pointed it to Ji Chaozhou’s forehead.

38°C.

The higher the temperature, the higher the heat.

Cheng Liu put the thermometer on the bedside table, reached out and touched her boyfriend’s neck, and sure enough, he was sweating.

She made a quick trip out and came back in with a towel soaked in heated water.

The towel had been squeezed dry, and as soon as she opened it, steam came out. Cheng Liu folded the towel and bent down to wipe the sweat off his neck.

Ji Chaozhou tilted his face uncomfortably. He tried to open his eyes. He could vaguely see a shadow, but he couldn’t see the person clearly—his eyelids were simply too heavy, and he quickly lost consciousness again.

Cheng Liu only wiped the back of his neck and chest, not daring to move him too much for fear of waking him up.

But when she was wiping the sweat off her boyfriend’s hand, he suddenly held her hand unconsciously.

His hands were beautiful; Cheng Liu has always known that fact. It was especially beautiful now due to the faint blush around his fingertips because of his low fever.

Unfortunately, he was sick.

With gentle movements, Cheng Liu pulled out her hand, got up, and walked out again.

She came back in with a cold compress this time and placed it on his forehead.

Cheng Liu stayed in the bedroom for more than half an hour, making sure that her boyfriend’s breathing had gradually stabilized before returning to the living room.

At around four o’clock in the afternoon, a courier called Cheng Liu’s number, saying that a parcel has arrived for her.

Cheng Liu pressed a hand to her forehead and remembered that it was the mobile phone sent over by the hotel from G City.

“Thank you, please leave it with the doorman.” She didn’t plan to go back home today.

If It’s Wrong, Then It’s Wrong translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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