The Ice King's Little Trouble Maker-Chapter 553 - 517: Is it his kind of image?
Qiao Yuxian was very emotional.
That stack of documents was very thick.
Because it involved many places, almost all assets under Gu Yanjing’s name.
She tore them page by page.
Gu Yanjing was afraid she would get a paper cut and held her hand: "Qiao Yuxian..."
Qiao Yuxian struggled to continue tearing.
"Qiao Yuxian." Gu Yanjing tightened his grip on her hand, "It’s my fault."
Qiao Yuxian’s hands couldn’t move, she stopped and looked at him, crying while looking at him.
"It’s my fault," Gu Yanjing said again.
Qiao Yuxian looked at him for a moment, then got off the chair and threw herself into Gu Yanjing’s arms.
Gu Yanjing immediately hugged her, stroking her head.
Qiao Yuxian cried even louder: "Gu Yanjing!"
"I’m here," Gu Yanjing said, holding her.
"You can’t not be here, you can’t," Qiao Yuxian said between sobs, "If you’re not here, it’s as if we’re separated. I don’t want to be separated."
"We won’t be separated," Gu Yanjing’s voice was also somewhat hoarse.
"You can’t not be here, you have to be here always," Qiao Yuxian cried, even out of breath.
Gu Yanjing patted her back, calming her breathing: "I’m here, always."
"I can’t be alone," Qiao Yuxian said.
"You won’t be alone," Gu Yanjing replied.
"I’m really mad." Qiao Yuxian hit his shoulder twice, "What kind of crap did you write? What do you want me to do? What should I do?!"
"My fault," Mr. Gu apologized again.
Qiao Yuxian didn’t say anything else, buried her face in his shoulder, crying.
At first, she cried loudly, but then it gradually softened into small sobs.
Gu Yanjing patted her back, his cold indifferent eyes full of panic and helplessness: "Alright. Don’t cry anymore."
"I’m really mad." Qiao Yuxian loosened her grip on him a little, rested her forehead against his shoulder, and sobbed, "I just thought of not talking to you for three days. Then separating for three days."
"No," Gu Yanjing refused firmly, almost without thinking.
He took two tissues to wipe her tears.
Qiao Yuxian let him wipe her: "Your words don’t count, mine do. Who told you to draft those things? You deserve it."
Gu Yanjing quickly wiped her tears, then touched her forehead with his hand: "Qiao Yuxian, you have a fever."
"Don’t change the subject," Qiao Yuxian still sobbed occasionally, "And this excuse is too clumsy."
Gu Yanjing held her shoulders, letting her look at him: "You’re really feverish. Don’t you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Seeing his serious expression, Qiao Yuxian touched her own forehead, not feeling anything: "Not hot."
Gu Yanjing held her hand: "Your hand is also very hot."
"Isn’t it just your hand being too cold?" Qiao Yuxian sniffed.
Gu Yanjing directly carried her to the bedroom in the study and placed her on the bed.
Qiao Yuxian touched her forehead again, really not feeling hot.
Gu Yanjing took out his phone to make a call, first calling the butler to bring up a thermometer.
Then he called Huang Qi to have him come over.
The butler quickly brought up the thermometer.
While Qiao Yuxian held the thermometer, she was still stubbornly saying she wasn’t running a fever, she was definitely fine.
And she declared her determination to live separately was particularly strong.
Telling Gu Yanjing not to think of finding excuses to muddle through.
As soon as the thermometer read off, when Gu Yanjing said in a calm voice that it was thirty-eight point nine degrees, Qiao Yuxian immediately lay down and began to feel unwell.
"Ah, I’m burned to stupidity."
"Does my head have steam coming out of it?"
"I’m going to become a hand warmer."
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Gu Yanjing asked.
"Throat, and a bit dizzy," Qiao Yuxian said with her eyes closed.
Gu Yanjing tucked her under the quilt, first using physical cooling to make her more comfortable.
After Huang Qi came to check, he gave her some fever reducers.
Huang Qi took her pulse, then drew five tubes of blood and left with them.
Qiao Yuxian might have been too emotionally agitated and also had a high fever.
Especially after finding out she had a fever, the discomfort came quickly.
After Huang Qi examined her, she quickly fell asleep.
Gu Yanjing saw Huang Qi out.
Seeing Huang Qi’s expression, Gu Yanjing knew: "Is it still nothing?"
"The pulse is completely normal," Huang Qi said, "I estimate the blood tests won’t reveal anything either. The throat is slightly red but not enough to cause a fever."
"She has a high fever," Gu Yanjing said.
Not supposed to have a fever.
But she did.
And it was very high.
And now the weather is warm.
Qiao Yuxian isn’t one to keep the air conditioning low.
Sometimes she doesn’t even turn it on, she likes natural air.
She shouldn’t have caught a chill.
"It might be related to her constitution," Huang Qi said, "In her current condition, even if she stayed in the hospital for a while and had systematic checks, they probably wouldn’t find anything."
Huang Qi felt nothing amiss through her pulse.
Then there should be nothing wrong.
Gu Yanjing had great faith in his medical skills.
"Actually, without medication, the fever might subside by tomorrow," Huang Qi said, "But since she’s uncomfortable now, just take a bit."
"Hmm."
"I’ll be heading back then," Huang Qi said.
"Hmm."
After Huang Qi left, Gu Yanjing returned to the bedroom in the study.
Qiao Yuxian had woken up, sitting by the bedside.
"Uncomfortable?" Gu Yanjing approached, leaning in to touch her face.
Her face was so hot it was slightly red.
Qiao Yuxian looked at him, paused and said: "I was very mad today."
Gu Yanjing looked at her.
"That stack of stuff hasn’t been tossed into the shredder," Qiao Yuxian said, "I want to shred it."
"Hmm," Gu Yanjing said, "I’ll toss it into the shredder later."
"You still have them on your computer, I have to hack them," Qiao Yuxian said, staring straight at him.
"I’ll delete them later," Gu Yanjing said, stroking her face.
Qiao Yuxian nodded, then frowned and said: "But even if you delete them, you can still write them again. They’re in your head, you want to write, and you’ll write."
"I won’t write anymore," Gu Yanjing said.
"Promise me," Qiao Yuxian, in her dazed state, was similar to when she drank too much.
"I promise," Gu Yanjing said patiently.
Qiao Yuxian said nothing more.
When Gu Yanjing tried to have her lie down, she lifted her head and said: "Separation."
The expression in Gu Yanjing’s eyes froze for a moment.
After saying those two words, Qiao Yuxian attempted to get off the bed.
Gu Yanjing held her shoulder.
Qiao Yuxian frowned and looked at him.
Gu Yanjing said: "Separation isn’t happening, lie down properly."
Qiao Yuxian frowned even deeper to express her protest.
Gu Yanjing said again: "Lie down."
Qiao Yuxian, thinking she was being fierce, glared at him, then lay back on the bed, covered herself with the quilt, muttering: "Fine, fine, being fierce for no reason. I’m fiercer than you."
Hearing her small mutters, Gu Yanjing leaned in and kissed her lips.
Qiao Yuxian immediately went silent, her long eyelashes fluttering twice as she looked at him.
Perhaps because of the fever, her eyes were a bit dry.
Gu Yanjing kissed her again.
Qiao Yuxian pursed her lips, paused, then asked: "What do you want to do?"
"Hmm?" Gu Yanjing didn’t understand what she meant.
Qiao Yuxian said: "They say when you have a fever, increased body temperature can make certain things feel good. Do you want to try it?"
Gu Yanjing didn’t immediately understand what she was saying, it took a few seconds for him to realize.
The whole person froze there, no reaction.
Mr. Gu couldn’t believe what he just heard.
Is that his image?
"Hmm?" Qiao Yuxian made a noise, reminding him to answer.
Gu Yanjing came back to his senses, looked at her, tucked her in firmly, and truly a bit sternly said: "Close your eyes, sleep."
Qiao Yuxian looked at him: "......"
Gu Yanjing also looked at her, thinking she was dizzy with fever.
After a few seconds of staring, Qiao Yuxian quickly closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Gu Yanjing breathed out softly.
Then, appearing very fierce, he gently pinched her face with genuine tenderness.
