Xiong Qian's heart jumped. "Tell me! Just tell me!"
Yan Zecheng looked at her and slowly curled his lips. "You want to know? If you want to know, let's drink. If you win, I'll tell you!"
Xiong Qian slammed on the bar. "Okay! I've never lost a drink before!"
One for you, one for me, and the pk started. There were more and more bottles on the bar.
Finally, Yan Zecheng lay down. Xiong Qian's slightly drunk eyes were filled with laughter. She patted him on the shoulder vigorously. "Little brother... Hehe, you... You lost... Quickly... Tell sister what happened."
"Joe... Ran... You're here..." Yan Zecheng was completely intoxicated and blurted out incoherent words, Xiong Qian's heart slightly clenched.
She was a little dizzy, but her mind was still quite clear.
"I'm so cheap... How could I like... A married... Woman... You're... Not very beautiful..."
Yan Zecheng murmured, tilting his head and sleeping to death.
"Idiot!" Xiong Qian cursed, reached out to help him up and stumbled up.
...
The day before the auction, Qiao Ran finally fell ill.
Because after Yanzhe and siyan recovered, it was Yangfan's turn.
Yangfan's condition got worse. The doctor put the child in the hospital, so Qiao Ran had to spend the night with him.
Yangfan had been sick for two days. Qiao Ran was heartbroken and didn't sleep much for two nights. He used a wet towel to cool down yang fan and observed his temperature.
At dawn the next day, Yangfan's fever finally subsided and her spirits improved. When she said she was hungry, Qiao Ran decided to go out and buy something.
Xiong Qian wasn't usually here at night and would not come until the next morning.
Qiao Ran stood up and felt dizzy. She took a deep breath and felt that she could still walk, so she walked weakly out.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw the two bodyguards sleeping on the bench outside. Qiao Ran walked out. Unexpectedly, a feeling of powerlessness made her knees soften and she fell to the ground without warning.
"Ah Ran, what's wrong with you?" Xiong Qian, who had just walked in, saw this and rushed over to help her up.
"I'm... A little tired." Qiao Ran was panting, her heart beating fast, her body was weak, and her temples were throbbing wildly.
"My god, your forehead is so hot. Do you have a fever, too?" Xiong Qian touched her forehead and was shocked.
The man behind walked in, his face suddenly darkened when he saw this. "What happened to her?"
"I have a fever." Xiong Qian replied, "Yan Zecheng, take care of Yangfan first. I'll take her to the doctor."
Qiao Ran was so embarrassed that she called Yan Zecheng a lunatic before. Although he owed her a scolding, she really didn't want Yangfan to be taken care of by him.
"No need... I'm fine..."
"Are you okay now? Come on, follow me!" Xiong Qian got angry. Qiao Ran pursed her lips and looked at Yan Zecheng. "Yan Zecheng, can you help me find a servant I can trust? I... Can't do it alone. I still need someone to take care of Yangfan."
"Yes, I have two servants at home. I'll ask one of them to help!" Yan Zecheng said, "Go to the doctor quickly. I've bought breakfast."
Qiao Ran looked at the thermos in his hand, thanked him softly, and left with Xiong Qian.
Yangfan sat on the bed and saw Yan Zecheng come in. He asked timidly, "Uncle, where's my mother?"
"Your mother is sick. Come on, Yangfan, have breakfast first." Yan Zecheng looked at the child who was somewhat similar to Qiao Ran, and a gentle look appeared in his eyes.
Yangfan pursed her lips and looked at him warily. "Mom said... You can't eat from strangers."
Yan Zecheng chuckled. "Well, wait until your mother comes back."
He did not force the child, and hoped that Yangfan would not be frightened by him.
But Qiao Ran really caught a cold, maybe it was the flu. After all, she took care of yan zhe and siyan before, and now she takes care of Yangfan.
The children were all flu patients, and their bodies couldn't be held up by steel.
After Qiao Ran came back and got her permission, Yangfan was willing to eat Yan Zecheng's food.
Yan Zecheng, on the other hand, was very patient. He spooned the porridge into Yangfan's mouth one by one.
"Is it good? This is jingyue xuan's porridge. You used to eat it." Yan Zecheng said with a smile. Yangfan nodded and answered in a childish voice, "Delicious, thank you uncle!"
Yan Zecheng reached out and touched his little head. "Yangfan is so good!"
Qiao Ran sat weakly by the side. She had already put on a mask to avoid infecting others.
Xiong Qian looked at her much thinner face and opened her mouth. "Ah Ran..."
Qiao Ran looked at Xiong Qian and smiled bitterly. "Thank you, alice."
"No... You're welcome!" Xiong Qian smiled and her heart was bitter. She remembered that she woke up that morning and slept next to Yan Zecheng.
The scene of that day came back to her mind again.
When Yan Zecheng woke up that day, his face turned white with fear. He looked at his clothes and found that they were both fine. He was relieved.
It turns out that a man is so scared to sleep with a woman he doesn't love, so Xiong Qian's intuition tells her that Ji Hanxiao shouldn't have cheated on him.
Later, Yan Zecheng told her that Ji Hanxiao went to Country y with lisa and lived in a villa together. It was not an affair. What else could it be?
Now seeing Qiao Ran's haggard face, Xiong Qian could not say a word. She knew she wanted Ji Hanxiao to disappear, but... News like that was better than not knowing.
Yan Zecheng's servant hadn't arrived yet. Liu Mengjie and Chuyue came. When they saw Qiao Ran looking listless, Liu Mengjie began to complain about her.
"Ah Ran, you really... Deserve it. Didn't I say the day before yesterday that I would take care of Yangfan?" Liu Mengjie said, touching her forehead. "You see you're infected again?"
"It's okay... I'll be fine in a day or two." Qiao ran answered softly with her eyes closed.
"I'll take care of you. You don't have to worry about me getting infected. I'm wearing a mask." Liu Mengjie glanced at Qiao Ran. "Yangfan, are you feeling better?"
Yangfan nodded. "Auntie, I want to play outside..."
"Okay, put on your mask first. I'll take you out for a walk. Your mother needs to rest." Liu Mengjie said, glancing at Yan Zecheng. "Let Ah Ran rest. She's very tired."
Yan Zecheng put down his spoon and nodded. "Let's go, Yangfan. I'll go with you."
Chuyue didn't bring Tiantian over. She helped Qiao Ran to bed when Xiong Qian and the others left.
"You go back. I'll take a break." Qiao Ran said softly, not wanting Chuyue to be infected.
Chuyue smiled. "I'll sit outside. Call me if you need anything."
Qiao Ran nodded without saying anything and closed his eyes wearily.
Chuyue sighed and closed the door for her to rest here alone.
Qiao Ran had just eaten a little porridge, but his appetite was not good and he didn't eat much. Now he was even more drowsy.
The phone on one side vibrated. She opened her eyes and glanced at it. It was an unknown number, and... It seemed to be a foreign number?
Qiao Ran's nerves tightened. She took her phone and answered the strange call.
"Mrs. Ji..." Lisa's hoarse voice came, and Qiao Ran's breathing quickened with her voice. "Han Xiao is with you, right?" Qiao Ran asked coldly, but his voice was so weak.