My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day-Chapter 591 - 583

Chen Jiayan’s voice came through softly, "Baola, have you eaten lunch yet?"

Xie Baola’s languid tone, tinged with a bit of hoarseness, transmitted through the phone, "Sleeping."

Chen Jiayan could tell something was off with her voice. Her voice was always sweet, even when she was emotional; it remained delicate and pleasant to listen to. Now, her voice sounded unlike its usual self.

Chen Jiayan asked keenly, "Baola, what’s wrong with you?"

Xie Baola’s hand rested on her forehead, feeling a burning heat, "I’m feeling a bit unwell."

"Do you have a cold or a fever?" Chen Jiayan’s voice turned anxious.

He rose from his seat, mobile phone in one hand, and took his jacket from the back of the chair as he made his way out of the office.

Xie Baola, feeling lethargic, seemed light as air, as though she was walking on clouds.

"I’m just still a bit sleepy. I’ll sleep a bit more and eat something if I’m hungry. Don’t worry about me."

How could he not worry?

Her health was always good.

Chen Jiayan suspected she had caught a chill by the riverside that night.

Moreover, he hadn’t let her sleep at all throughout the night after they returned.

She must be sick.

Chen Jiayan stepped out of his office, and a subordinate happened to be looking for him. Seeing that he seemed to be on his way out, the subordinate asked, "Boss, wait for lunch. I have something to show you."

"Later," Chen Jiayan paused slightly, "Deal with it when I get back."

He hadn’t hung up the phone.

Xie Baola heard his voice and lazily said, "You don’t need to come over. I’ll be fine after sleeping a bit longer."

"You’re sick, don’t you know that?" Chen Jiayan’s tone dropped, and his handsome face took on an edge of displeasure.

It wasn’t clear whom he was annoyed with.

"Ah..."

Xie Baola laughed, "I don’t feel it that strongly."

"I’m coming over now."

Chen Jiayan hung up.

Getting in the car, Chen Jiayan drove towards Begonia Joy Mansion.

He had been there a few times and had an access card for the complex, allowing him easy entry.

Arriving at Xie Baola’s door, Chen Jiayan entered.

After changing his shoes, he headed towards Xie Baola’s room.

He found her asleep on the bed.

Chen Jiayan’s brow furrowed slightly.

Approaching, he reached out and touched her forehead.

The heat was unmistakable; she clearly had a fever.

Chen Jiayan took a thermometer and checked Xie Baola’s temperature, ready to take her to the hospital if it was too high.

It was almost 39 degrees Celsius.

Chen Jiayan found some medicine in the house and poured a glass of hot water.

"Baola."

Chen Jiayan called out. Seeing no response from Xie Baola, he propped her up and leaned her against his chest.

Xie Baola’s eyes fluttered open in a daze, "Chen Jiayan."

Chen Jiayan laughed in spite of himself, "You still recognize people?"

Xie Baola’s smile was weak, "How could I not recognize my favorite man?"

Xie Baola seemed to know exactly how to quell his anger.

Hearing her say that, any annoyance Chen Jiayan felt instantly evaporated.

His heart was amused.

He remembered that he was her favorite man.

"Take the medicine first."

Chen Jiayan fed her the medicine.

It was bitterly unpleasant, and as her tongue came in contact with the pill, Xie Baola immediately wanted to spit it out.

The pill was almost pushed out by her tongue,

Seeing this, Chen Jiayan hurriedly fed her a cup of water.

"Don’t spit it out!"

Chen Jiayan said, "Swallow it!"

Perhaps it was the sternness in his voice.

Xie Baola was startled and instinctively swallowed both the pill and the water in her mouth.

Being sick made a person feel vulnerable, all the more so in the presence of someone close. Xie Baola’s temper flared—the occasional irritability was not out of character for her.

"Were you just scolding me?"

Xie Baola looked up with wide, fox-like eyes that seemed even fiercer than Chen Jiayan’s.

Chen Jiayan: "..."

"When did I scold you?"

"Just now!"

It might have been psychological,

but right after taking the medicine, Xie Baola felt more spirited than before.

At least now she could muster a shout.

Xie Baola said confidently: "Do you need me to demonstrate it again for you to see?"

That won’t be necessary.

Chen Jiayan laid her back on the bed.

"Are you hungry?"

His voice now a touch softer.

When that usually cold voice took on a tender timbre, it was truly fatal.

Xie Baola, listening to him, felt her ears go soft.

She never knew she could be so swayed by a voice!

Xie Baola looked at him expectantly, "Hungry."

Chen Jiayan said helplessly, "I’ll make lunch; you lie down for a while longer."

"Mmm,"

Xie Baola watched Chen Jiayan leave.

Having slept a bit too long already, and now anticipating the tasty meal Chen Jiayan would prepare, she couldn’t bring herself to sleep any further.

She left the room.

And saw Chen Jiayan rummaging through the refrigerator.

"Why is there hardly anything in your fridge?"

Xie Baola leaned against the wall, "Because I spend most of my time at your place."

"There’s only noodles left; I’ll have to make noodles."

Xie Baola nodded, "That’s fine, I like the way you cook noodles."

"Then sit tight for a bit."

"Okay."

Watching Chen Jiayan bustle about in the kitchen, Xie Baola grew restless.

She walked over to the kitchen doorway to watch him.

"Did you come because you’re worried about me?"

Chen Jiayan turned to look at her, "Otherwise?"

Xie Baola, "I didn’t expect to fall ill."

"You’re not impervious, are you? How could you not fall ill?"

"Exactly," she agreed.

Chen Jiayan looked her over, "When did you start feeling unwell?"

Xie Baola shook her head, "I don’t know." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Chen Jiayan: "..."

"Go sit down," he said with exasperation, "What are you standing there for?"

"To look at you."

She said it without a hint of hesitation.

Chen Jiayan was speechless.

The noodles were ready, and Chen Jiayan brought both the pot and a pair of bowls and chopsticks to the table.

Xie Baola inhaled, "It smells so good."

Chen Jiayan served her the noodles into a bowl.

Xie Baola looked around and didn’t see any eggs, "No eggs?"

"You just took medicine; you can’t have eggs."

"Is that so?"

Chen Jiayan: "..."

Xie Baola’s appetite wasn’t great; after a single bowl of noodles, she had had enough.

The rest were eaten by Chen Jiayan.

"Go rest."

"I just had my fill."

Chen Jiayan once again felt her forehead with his hand.

It was still just as hot.

"Lie down."

"Will you lie down with me?"

Xie Baola offered the invitation.

Chen Jiayan nodded, "Mhm."

"But don’t you still have things to do at the company?"

Chen Jiayan said flatly, "It’s not important."

Xie Baola stretched out her arm, "Then hold me."

"Lazy,"

Chen Jiayan’s plain voice was filled with indulgence.

As he spoke, he picked her up in his arms.