Jian Hang didn’t take it seriously. She drank some warm water, found a change of clothes and took a shower.

After taking a hot bath, the alcohol smell gradually dissipated, but her stomach became increasingly uncomfortable and started to hurt.

Before going to bed, she found some medicine and took one.

The last time she had acute gastroenteritis was before the Spring Festival. She had been socializing too much, hurt her stomach from drinking, and had been on an IV drip for a few days. Just two days after she recovered, she had to socialize again—how could she possibly not drink at the dinner she herself was hosting?

She drank more than half a liter of clear wine that night and had a stomach ache when she got home. After taking medicine, she almost felt better the next day.

Jian Hang thought that this time would be the same, so she simply took the medicine and went to bed without worrying about it.

She had stayed up the previous night until almost early in the morning and was so sleepy now that she easily fell asleep. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep before she was woken up by the pain.

She turned on the light and looked at the time. It was ten minutes to two o’clock.

Jian Hang wiped her forehead, sweating slightly from the pain. She has always been able to bear it, even last time when the pain lasted well after midnight and her pajamas had gotten soaked because of her sweat, she still managed to bear it and did not go to the hospital.

This time the pain was so bad she couldn’t bear it any longer.

After a while, she got up and looked for clothes to change into.

Jian Hang didn’t call for a car. She grabbed her bag and went downstairs, taking the car keys out from her bag.

In the lobby downstairs, there were two security guys on duty. They were basically at rest at this time of the night. There was a rule not to use mobile phones during working hours so they were chatting.

Seeing Jian Hang coming out so late and looking pale, the security guard asked with concern, “Miss Jian, what’s wrong?”

Jian Hang smiled and said, “I need to trouble you to take me to the hospital. I can’t drive after drinking.”

“It’s no bother.” One of the security guys stretched out his hand, “please hand me the car keys.”

This was not the first time that they have sent resident owners to the hospital in the middle of the night. The company provides excellent and very considerate service to each owner. Of course, all these services were based on expensive property association fees.

The security guard took Jian Hang to the nearest hospital. It took ten minutes to get there; Jian Hang didn’t let him go in with her. She got out of the car at the hospital entrance and asked the security guard to drive back.

She couldn’t remember anymore how many times she had come to the hospital for IV drip because she felt uncomfortable drinking.

It took forty minutes from the time she registered to hanging the IV drip.

After struggling for so long, Jian Hang had almost collapsed from the pain. She walked to the emergency infusion room holding her stomach.

The young girl next to her saw her getting an IV drip alone and helped her adjust the seat.

“Thanks.”

The young girl smiled sweetly and said, “You’re welcome.”

Jian Hang leaned back in her chair and looked up at the drip. She had to use up three bags in total.

In the past, she could drink a liter of liquor without any problems, but then she got a stomach ache only after drinking half a liter. Tonight, she only drank one glass. No matter how high the alcohol content was, she shouldn’t have had to go to the hospital in the middle of the night with the small amount she had.

It seemed that whenever she drank any alcohol now, she would have to go to the hospital for an IV drip. What will she do when she has to go out and socialize in the future?

Jian Hang herself didn’t feel there was anything wrong with how she was thinking. She was in such pain, and yet she was not thinking about her body, but what she would do if she couldn’t drink during social events in the future.

She represented Yinlin. Stomach pain was never an excuse to not drink at these drinking parties. As long as you won’t die from drinking, you have to keep drinking.

Jian Hang took out her cell phone and set an alarm for half an hour. She put the phone on her lap and leaned back in the chair to rest with her eyes closed.

She didn’t know which part of her insides were in pain, stomach or maybe her intestines, but it hurt, and she couldn’t sleep at all.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

The sky had already turned light when Jian Hang came out of the hospital.

After getting through her IV drip, the pain in her stomach finally subsided, but the doctor suggested that she get another infusion tonight.

Jian Hang took a taxi home. She washed rice and made some congee—she didn’t dare to eat anything else.

While waiting for the congee, Jian Hang washed up and turned on the computer to read today’s emails. A single night has passed, and six or seven emails had been sent from the headquarters, which all needed to be dealt with urgently.

After the congee was cooked, Jian Hang answered the emails while eating. The third email informed her that she would have to attend a meeting at the headquarters in a week’s time.

She immediately forwarded it to her secretary and asked her to book a flight in advance.

Her stomach was still uncomfortable, and she only ate half a bowl of congee.

It was not yet half past seven when she finished dealing with all the emails. Jian Hang found the bag of medicine and took it with her to the company.

… …

In the basement parking of the office building, Jian Hang met Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao was never late for work. This was his only advantage. His colleagues teased him that apart from arriving early, they couldn’t find any other advantages even with a magnifying glass.

“Boss, morning.” Lin Xiao was holding a half cup of coffee in his hand, the other hand in his pocket; his hair style was meticulous as always, and he was full of energy.

“Morning.”

The two of them entered the elevator. Lin Xiao was about to raise his hand, but Jian Hang moved faster than him and pressed the floor.

Lin Xiao caught a glimpse of the needle marks on the back of her hand, “Boss, were you sick?”

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t ask for leave?”

“No need.”

Lin Xiao hoped that Jian Hang would take a sick leave. If she was not in the company, then his life would be easy, free to do whatever he wanted. He wouldn’t dare to make any trouble under her nose.

Jian Hang looked at the back of her hand and saw the bruises. She didn’t pay attention when she got the needle last night. The blood flowed back and the area became swollen, so she had to get the needle re-inserted.

… …

At this time, Qin Moling was preparing for a meeting at Lemeng. He suddenly thought of Jian Hang and wondered if her stomach still hurt. He was the one who caused her to have a stomach ache last night. If he hadn’t made her drink, it wouldn’t have happened.

Out of a sense of responsibility, he should care.

Qin Moling took out his phone and sent a message to Jian Hang: [How is your stomach?]

Jian Hang didn’t want him to apologize, so she just replied: [“It’s all good.”]

Qin Moling stared at the phone thoughtfully. With her strong mentality, she would not trouble anyone even if something had happened. He called Secretary Gao over.

Jian Hang’s car was still in Lemeng; Qin Moling gave the keys to Secretary Gao.

Secretary Gao looked at the logo on the car key. She was deeply impressed by this white car. It had been parked in the boss’ parking space for the past few days, and the boss said it was his wife’s car.

Secretary Gao took two steps forward and took the car keys from the corner of the table.

She didn’t ask any more questions and waited for her boss to speak.

Qin Moling instructed, “Send it to Yinlin Capital and give the keys to Jian Hang.”

If Jian Hang had gone to work normally this morning, then her health should be fine.

If she went to work even when she wasn’t fine, then Secretary Gao would be able to tell when she saw her.

After the arrangements were made, Qin Moling picked up the phone again, thinking that he would tell Jian Hang in advance: [Will you be at the company at noon? I’ll send your car there.]

Jian Hang: [Will be here.]

Last time, he came himself to pick up his wallet; he should be the one to bring the car this time too.

Marriage First, Love Later translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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Chapter 13.1 — Concern
Chapter 13.2 — Concern

Chapter 14.1 — Taking Care of Her
Chapter 14.2 — Taking Care of Her