Chapter 813: Chapter 814: Already in My Early Forties, No Longer a Youngster

The three members of the Bo Family stepped down.

The little one was still whining, feigning a dead faint.

Bo Xichen came back after seeing off the three elders and saw her like this, he couldn’t help but laugh.

He held his forehead, chuckled slightly: "The elders have left, even if you pretend now, they can’t see it."

Gu Anxi continued to lie there, being coquettish, refusing to get up.

Uncle Bo shook his head helplessly, went over, picked her up with one hand, and brushed her hair aside to look —

Tears welled in her eyes, her tender white cheeks flushed red and pale, looking particularly pitiful.

His heart softened a little, he gently pinched her little cheek: "Will you still do this in the future?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

She hugged his neck with a whimper.

Not saying a word.

With that look, so obedient and docile, how could he still be angry?

With this, the little one got away with it...

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She got away with it, but Old Wang wasn’t so easy to deal with.

Tonight, for Old Wang, this was... one of the most unforgettable days of his life.

Returning to the villa, though it was late, he was far from sleepy.

Wang Jingyao sat on the sofa smoking, despite having an injured hand, he smoked one cigarette after another.

The secretary had not left, softly advising him: "Your hand is injured, Director Hao advised today not to drink or smoke, why do you not take care of yourself?"

Wang Jingyao looked up, extinguished the cigarette, and exhaled a long breath: "Has Lin Hua really gotten together with that Feng guy?"

The secretary sighed inwardly: They’ve already made it public, do you think they haven’t?

But he still coaxed his boss softly: "Miss Lin isn’t young anymore, she has to plan for her future, she’s not against marriage... she waited so long without a response, it’s inevitable she settled for less."

This gave the boss plenty of face.

Old Wang felt a bit better and pulled himself together, "You’re right."

The secretary smiled, "In terms of talent and demeanor, who in Beicheng can compare to you?"

This flattery was a bit much, Old Wang glanced at him: "That’s not honest."

The secretary, having been by his side for years, knew how to speak to his heart: "Being at the top is lonely, but you enjoy the poignant beauty of this solitude, that doesn’t mean others understand you."

These painful words resonated with Old Wang, he laughed gracefully, and then said: "Jingchuan, you little fox."

The secretary smiled, accompanying him, keeping a low profile.

Old Wang leaned back, resisting the urge to smoke, putting his hand on the back of the sofa, "Jingchuan, tell me, did that little rascal know about this beforehand?"

The secretary smiled bitterly inside, oh lord, you’ve really gotten emotionally involved.

Does it really matter if Little Gu knew about it beforehand? It’s not important at all.

He spoke cautiously, fearing to upset his boss again.

Wang Jingyao reclined, eyes half-closed: "Forget it, even if I’m mad, no one cares anyway."

After saying this, he reached for a mint candy, unwrapping it with some displeasure and put it in his mouth.

The secretary saw it was time to take his leave.

Old Wang, bored alone, got upset just thinking about it, forgot the doctor’s advice, opened a bottle of liquor, and drank half of it by himself.

After drinking that half bottle, lo and behold, the next day Old Wang fell ill.

He was seriously sick, with a high fever reaching 40 degrees. Discovered early in the morning by staff, they hurried to notify Wang Jingchuan.

On the other end, Wang Jingchuan felt like he had just rolled over in bed when he got the call, immediately threw off the blanket and got up, dressing while telling his wife: "I have to go to Mr. Wang’s, I might not be back tonight."

His wife had some complaints, grumbling: "It’s always Mr. Wang this and Mr. Wang that, your entire life as a secretary has been dedicated to him. Look, how long has it been since you’ve checked on our child’s studies? Yesterday was our wedding anniversary, and you came back so late."

Wang Jingchuan turned back with a smile: "Isn’t it about fulfilling one’s duty at one’s post!"

Though she complained, his wife’s heart softened, coming over to straighten his clothes, finally glancing at him: "I’ve been married to you for so many years, yet you spend more time with him than with me."

"What kind of talk is that? Are you even jealous of this?" Wang Jingchuan chuckled.

His wife shot him another look, saying with some bitterness: "Though you follow him with prestige and authority, and people don’t dare to offend you, in a few years when he retires, you won’t have any way out."

Ultimately, she felt for her husband starting from scratch.

Wang Jingchuan softened his voice, though a bit hoarse: "Over the years, Mr. Wang has treated me well. Look at the house we’re living in, how many people in Beicheng can compare to us?"

His wife smiled, saying nothing else, kindly packing him some food for the road, knowing that even as a secretary, he was mostly serving others, and often hadn’t the time to eat properly himself.

Having accepted his wife’s kindness, Wang Jingchuan ate the breakfast in the car, and when he reached the villa, the doctor he contacted had also arrived, and together they headed upstairs.

From downstairs, Wang Jingchuan saw the bottles and furrowed his brow, saying to the doctor: "He must have drunk alcohol, his hand injury hasn’t healed yet, and he’s not taking care of himself."

The doctor was also troubled: "I advised him repeatedly yesterday, but Mr. Wang still wouldn’t listen."

Wang Jingchuan sighed: "It’s rare for him to be so willful. Thank you, Director Hao, for your effort."

The visitor was indeed Director Hao from Yunxi Hospital, who was humbled by Secretary Wang’s politeness and insisted: "It’s no trouble at all, just hoping Mr. Wang takes more care of himself."

He leaned closer and whispered: "After all, he’s in his mid-forties, not like a young man anymore."

The secretary nodded in agreement, and as they spoke, they reached the bedroom. Opening the door, they found Wang Jingyao lying in bed with two staff members around, who relaxed upon their arrival.

Director Hao went over, took Wang Jingyao’s temperature, and lo and behold, it was nearly 40 degrees.

He rubbed his hands together: "Let’s give him a fever-reducing injection first, if that doesn’t work, we’ll have to go to the hospital."

Wang Jingyao leaned against the bedhead, a bit muddled from the fever, and hearing Director Hao’s suggestion, he casually waved it off: "Just give me some IV at home, no need for the hospital, I have a meeting this afternoon."

The secretary was anxious: ’You’re this sick and still thinking about work, you should really focus on recovering your health.’

Director Hao also smiled: "Yes, taking care of your health is the most important."

As he spoke, he gave him a fever-reducing injection.

Then they waited to see if the fever would go down...

While waiting, the secretary personally went to the kitchen to cook some millet porridge and brought it up himself, caring even more diligently than his own parents.

Just as he brought up the porridge, he noticed the grandparents had arrived. Caught off guard, Wang Jingchuan put on a pleasant face: "The elders are up quite early."

The grandfather sat on the sofa, the grandmother by the bed, feeling their son’s forehead for temperature. Seeing Wang Jingchuan come in, she huffed with anger at her son: "Jingyao, you’re a grown man, you can’t take care of yourself, making your secretary leave his warm bed early to serve you. He’s in a proper position, yet you treat him like a servant."