Qin Mingyuan sat on a rattan chair in the open-air garden, his arms resting on the small glass table beside him, on which lay a small velvet box and a cup of hot water that Zhou Yang had just brought over. The other party went to deal with the auction payment issue.
It was very hot sitting outside in a suit this month. He raised his hand and loosened his collar. He felt it was better than being indoors with the air conditioner on. The headache seemed to have eased, but he felt a little groggy and his body was hot.
He propped up his head, closed his eyes lightly, and frowned slightly.
The sound of wheels grinding on the ground reached his ears. His eyelashes trembled slightly, but without opening his eyes, he said, "I didn't reply to the message. I thought you didn't see it."
Yun Pei stopped his wheelchair in front of him and wanted to ask him what he wanted, but when he got closer, he felt that something was wrong with him. His breathing was a little faster than before, there was sweat on his forehead, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke.
It was like a ferocious lion that was wounded. It concealed its sharpness, lay down in its den and licked its wounds, pretending to be calm so as not to let others see through its weakness and pounce on it to bite it.
He swallowed the question that was about to come to his lips, and what came out turned into concern, "Are you... feeling unwell?"
Qin Mingyuan opened his eyes and looked at him. The young man sat quietly in the wheelchair, looking at him with a little worry in his eyes. He pursed his lips, which were a little dry due to illness, and whispered, "Come closer."
Feeling that he didn't even have the strength to speak, Yun Pei moved the wheelchair forward without hesitation, his knees almost touching the other's legs, "What do you need?"
Qin Mingyuan did not answer. He sat up straight, took the small velvet box from the table and opened it. Inside was the ring worth 30 million.
Yun Pei's gaze followed his movements and he saw from a closer distance the luxury goods that everyone in the audience was curious about. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little nervous.
“When I saw it just now, I felt…” Qin Mingyuan was a little drowsy. He rubbed the ring with his fingers, took it out of the box, and put the empty box back on the table.
He reached out and held Yun Pei's hand. The slightly cool touch falling on his hot palm actually felt very comfortable, but the other party shrank as if burned. He tightened his fingertips, pulled the hand over, and the pigeon blood red gem ring was firmly placed on the index finger.
The delicate whiteness against the bright red complemented each other just as Qin Mingyuan had imagined. He curled his lips in satisfaction, "... If you wear it to paint, it will be very beautiful."
Yun Pei felt that his entire hand was burned by his temperature, which spread all the way to his cheek. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He only felt his heartbeat faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
At the garden entrance not far away, Yun Yuexian stood by the door and watched the scene with a gloomy expression and jealousy in her eyes that could no longer be concealed.
He originally saw Yun Pei leaving and wanted to see what tricks he would play, but he didn't expect to encounter such a scene.
How dare Qin Mingyuan do this? He knew how much he hated this cripple, and he used him to test him time and time again, and now he was actually doing it?!
He tightened his hands around the glass door, almost crushing it. He watched Qin Mingyuan in the garden walk forward and hug the cripple, then turned and left with gritted teeth.
When Qin Mingyuan fell over, Yun Pei subconsciously caught him. When he reacted and was about to push him away, he felt the heat from his forehead rubbing against his neck. His heart skipped a beat and he raised his hands to hold the other person's face. The temperature of his hands was also abnormal.
It turns out that it wasn't my illusion that his hands were hot just now!
"Qin Mingyuan! Qin Mingyuan!"
Yun Pei called him several times, but the man didn't respond at all, and his breathing became more and more rapid. He must be in great pain. His right hand with the ring was being held tighter and tighter, and he couldn't get his cell phone out of the side pocket on the right side of the wheelchair.
The man was too tall, and it was difficult to move with his heavy weight on him. Yun Pei had no choice but to control the wheelchair to move forward a little so that the man could lean back more comfortably.
Perhaps his relatively low body temperature alleviated the discomfort caused by the high fever to Qin Mingyuan. He buried his head deeper into his neck, his hot skin pressed against Yun Pei's, making him want to step back uncomfortably, but the man quickly chased after him.
Trapped between the wheelchair and him, Yun Pei had nowhere to hide, so he simply gave up. He let him press against his neck, his hot breath spraying on his skin, and he struggled to reach the phone on his right side with his left hand.
"Ahem... Sorry, I'm leaving now!"
The voice from behind startled Yun Pei. He turned around and saw that the assistant who had followed Qin Mingyuan today was about to turn around and leave. He quickly called out to him, "Don't go, Mr. Qin has fainted!"
Zhou Yang, who had just turned around and was about to take a step, was shocked when he heard this. He immediately turned back and saw that his boss was leaning against someone else and had lost consciousness.
He didn't care about gossip anymore, and quickly took out his cell phone to call the driver waiting outside, asking him to come up and help the man. After hanging up the phone, he said to the man, "Well, Master Yun, please take care of Mr. Qin. I'll tell the organizer that we'll leave early."
Yun Pei nodded and let him go. After the others left in a hurry, he lowered his head to look at the unconscious man and patted his face gently, "Qin Mingyuan?"
Of course, an unconscious person couldn't respond to him, and he had no choice but to reach out for the water glass on the table when he saw that the other person's lips were a little dry.
When he took it in his hand, he felt that it was just warm. Yun Pei put the cup to the man's lips and whispered, "Qin Mingyuan, can you open your mouth and drink some water?"
Maybe he heard his voice or was really thirsty, but Qin Mingyuan really opened his mouth and let him feed half a cup of water. Putting down the cup, Yun Pei subconsciously wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with his fingers. After doing this, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly retracted his hand, not daring to touch him again.
Zhou Yang came back quickly, followed by the driver. When they helped Qin Mingyuan up, he was not very cooperative and still held Yun Pei's hand tightly.
Zhou Yang noticed the ring on his finger, paused, looked away and pretended not to see it, "Master Yun, why don't you come with us? Mr. Qin is unconscious now, he will definitely not let go."
Yun Pei was a little hesitant, but his hand was indeed held tightly by the man and he couldn't break free. It was probably an unconscious action on the other party's part, grabbing something to feel safe when he was sick. He couldn't blame him, so he nodded in the end.
Occasionally, some hotel staff they met asked them if they were drunk and if they needed help, but they refused their kindness.
They arrived at the parking lot, helped the person into the back seat, and also got Yun Pei in. Zhou Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the wheelchair into the trunk, and sat in the passenger seat.
As soon as he got in the car, he called his family doctor and asked him to go to Qin Mingyuan's apartment and they would be back soon.
Putting down his phone, he looked up at the rearview mirror and found that his boss was leaning on someone else again. His tall figure pressed on the other person's thin body, which made him feel a little bit bullied.
Now that he was in the car and had some free time, Zhou Yang couldn't help wondering, wasn't this boss in love with the young master of the Yun family before? Why did he seem to be having an affair with the eldest young master of the Yun family now
Settle for the next best thing? A substitute? To take revenge on Yun Yuexian out of love and hatred? !
He was frightened by his own guess and quickly shook his head. No, no, no, their boss is not that kind of person. How could he speculate about him like that
So... why is that
What unknown stories happened when he didn't know
He frowned and thought about what had happened in the past few months. He really had no clue. He raised his head to look at the rearview mirror again and met a pair of eyes with clear black and white.
Zhou Yang was stunned, then quickly smiled, "Thank you for troubling Master Yun. You have to come with us. By the way, my name is Zhou Yang, and I'm Mr. Qin's assistant."
"Hello." Yun Pei nodded to him through the rearview mirror, "You don't have to call me Master, just call me Yun Pei."
"Uh... then, Master Yun Pei." Unable to figure out his relationship with the boss, Zhou Yang didn't dare to call him by his name, out of humility.
He insisted, and Yun Pei didn't know what to say. He wasn't very familiar with the other party, so there was no other topic to talk about. He was not a talkative person, so he could only remain silent.
Zhou Yang didn't dare to look at others through the rearview mirror anymore, for fear of being caught again.
"Hmm..." Qin Mingyuan seemed to be uncomfortable while sleeping. He moved and raised his hand to pull at his already loose collar.
Yun Pei quickly held his hand, "Qin Mingyuan, what's wrong with you?"
“Hot…” Qin Mingyuan uttered a word, and then she stopped moving when his slightly cool hand held her, but her brows were tightly furrowed and her breath was hot.
He was sick, and the air conditioner in the car couldn't be turned down any lower. Yun Pei also knew that he was hot because of a fever, and there was no other solution in the car, so he could only hold his hand and comfort him, "We'll be home soon, please be patient, it's okay."
Zhou Yang heard his gentle voice in the front seat and couldn't help but look at the rearview mirror again. Isn't this much better than that young Master Yun who only knows how to act like a spoiled child!
Yun Pei didn't care what he was thinking. He only saw a thin layer of sweat on Qin Mingyuan's neck. He could also feel the wetness on his forehead against his neck. He turned around and called the person in the front seat, "Assistant Zhou."
"I'm here!" Zhou Yang responded quickly.
"Take the wet wipes from the storage box in front of the passenger seat." Yun Pei saw it when he helped the man get his glasses last time.
"Okay." Zhou Yang quickly opened the storage box, and when he took the wet wipes in his hand, he realized, how come Young Master Yun knows so much, there must be a story!
Yun Pei took the wet wipes he handed over, opened the plastic cover, took out one and wiped the sweat off the man's neck, which made him feel a little more comfortable.
Maybe the slightly cool wet wipes really worked, Qin Mingyuan obediently let him do what he wanted, without struggling or resisting.
Only when he had finished wiping his forehead and cheeks would she lean back and bury her head in his neck.
Yun Pei looked at him without any aggressiveness and suddenly felt that he had turned from a ferocious lion into a large dog, and a very clingy one at that.
He raised his hand to help the man tidy up the hair that was tangled on his forehead. He thought to himself that there was nothing uncomfortable about getting along with this person.
During the several meetings, although her expression was a little cold, her behavior was very appropriate. She took care of him without making a sound and never did anything so deliberate as to hurt his self-esteem.
No matter how strong your aura is at normal times, no matter how much economic lifeline you control, when you are sick you will be very fragile, clingy, and in need of a sense of security.
Yun Pei smiled, took out another wet towel, and helped the man wipe the palms that were wet with sweat, and also wiped a few slender fingers clean.
Zhou Yang watched this scene through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but sigh again, this is much better than that young master Yun who only knows how to talk about Brother Mingyuan and say nice things to coax the boss to spend money on him! !
What a caring person! His own health isn't good either. The boss finally paid attention this time!
(End of this chapter)