Wang Jingchuan quickly said, "Taking care of Mr. Wang is my duty. Please don’t say that, Ma’am."

As he spoke, he placed the millet porridge on the bedside table and considerately asked King Jingyao, "Would you like to have some now?"

King Jingyao, having listened to the Ma’am’s chanting, also wanted a distraction, so he laboriously sat up, "Alright, I’ll have a little."

The secretary general blew on and tested the temperature as if he wished he could feed him himself.

In the end, the elder brother ate by himself, listening to the Ma’am nag: "It’s not a big deal if someone got engaged, is it? You never took that girl Lin Hua seriously. Your father and I quite like her, but you were just playing around and never intended anything serious. Since you acted like that, why not let her find a good match?"

The old brother coughed lightly: "Ma’am, this has nothing to do with Lin Hua."

The Ma’am sneered, "You can deceive others, but can you deceive me? What kind of person are you? You’re someone who’s written narcissism all over. Since childhood, you thought you were exceptional, didn’t esteem many girls... You let Zhou Yu walk away, and now it’s Lin Hua... What’s wrong with her? You went over with that woman named Jiang to provoke her, but it didn’t hurt her; instead, you got hurt yourself. Isn’t this a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead?"

King Jingyao helplessly said, "I said it’s not that."

"If it’s not, why would you drown your sorrows in alcohol?" The Ma’am laughed coldly: "You think I don’t know?"

She is someone who’s been through it, and is the one who gave birth to him. There’s no one in the world who understands him better, except maybe that ’little smart aleck’.

The Ma’am certainly knew that it wasn’t just Lin Hua making her son drown his sorrows; the ’little smart aleck’ was hard to talk about too. Haha, wasn’t he proud when they fell apart? Look at him now, she felt ashamed for him.

After the Ma’am finished talking, King Jingyao drank half a bowl of porridge and raised his hand to signal he didn’t want more.

After Wang Jingchuan helped move the bowl, he finally said, "The Ma’am’s keen, it’s my fault for not letting a good woman go."

The Ma’am scoffed at him, "Enough of the lovesick look, do you think I don’t know your character? It’s just a loss of face. A woman who waited for you suddenly got engaged to someone else, right under your nose, and you can’t accept it. But Jingyao, be honest, Lin Hua is great in every way, why should she wait for you a lifetime?"

In the bedroom, it was quiet.

She’s really the only one who dared speak to him like this. King Jingyao was silent for a long time, then gave a bitter smile, "You’re right, I’m the one who lost my head."

The Ma’am saw he understood, so she smiled too, "Good, it’s great you figured it out. Take care of your health, get better, and let Jingchuan pick a decent gift to send as a gesture. After all, you knew each other, have some grace."

"Yes, Ma’am," the old brother gave another bitter smile.

His heart felt like it was shattering...

Generosity, graciousness, dignity...

A moment later, Director Hao personally took his temperature, and his expression turned grim, "Not only did it not go down, but it even went up."

He immediately insisted on going straight to the hospital.

Wang Jingchuan was alarmed too and immediately arranged a car. Director Hao got in the car and called Bo Xichen, but Bo Xichen’s phone was off. Later, he asked the assistant and learned he was on a business trip, now on a plane, and wouldn’t land for about three hours...

By the time he returned, it would be more than half a day!

Director Hao thought it over and still contacted Si Garden to have Doctor Gu come over for a consultation... 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Si Garden.

Early in the morning, the little darling was pulled out of bed by Professor Bo.

After about an hour of busyness, Professor Bo left for a business trip satisfied. She bit her pillow to go back to sleep for a while, but before she could fall back aslee, Director Hao’s call came...

After listening for a few sentences, she sat up, "What?"

Sick, high fever not going down.

Forty degrees...

How distraught must this old fool be, drinking while injured, doesn’t he want to live...