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Yin Yanyue gave a wry smile and slowly shook her head, "It's okay, I'll go myself after work, maybe I just have gastroenteritis." "I've been sick for a long time."

Bai Luoluo hesitated once more, but in the end, she still agreed. "Okay, then rest well, drink some hot water and press it down. I'll help you pack some light things back, and even more so if your stomach feels uncomfortable."

Yin Yanyue smiled gratefully and nodded.

Afterwards, Bai Luoluo left with a face full of worry, leaving Yin Yanyue alone in the office, feeling more and more nauseous.

She quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom. After vomiting several times, she stood in the bathroom mirror and fell into deep thought.

At the age of eight, she was diagnosed with gastric cancer and had to be treated in a hospital for more than a year before she gradually recovered.

She was now twenty-three years old, and her stomach cancer had been with her for a full fifteen years. She had been in good shape all this time, and although her stomach wasn't as healthy as a normal person's, she had never experienced such severe vomiting and nausea.

So now she was beginning to wonder if her stomach cancer had returned.

The chance for cancer to recover wasn't high. When she was eight, she was lucky enough to survive, but now …

He had carried out many dangerous missions with Allocer in the past, but he had never been as frightened or frightened as he was today.

She took a deep breath, gathered her thoughts, and walked out of the bathroom. Just as she reached the design department, she bumped into the viscount.

"Uncle Gu."

Yin Yanyue's face was pale, but her expression was still normal.

The viscount looked at her, "Where are you uncomfortable?"

His voice was still calm, but his eyes were full of worry.

Yin Chengyue forced out a smile, pretending to be calm, "It's nothing, just my stomach is a bit uncomfortable."

The expression on the face of the young noble changed, as he took a small step forward, ready to probe her forehead, but she avoided him without leaving a trace.

"I don't have a fever, but I'm not feeling well. I want to rest for a while."

Yin Yanyue walked past him and headed in the direction of the design department.

The young nobleman's eyebrows sank, and he quickly walked in front of her to stop her, his tone filled with an irresistible dignity, "I'll take you to lunch."

Wasn't she going to have lunch? It was even more important to have lunch if the stomach was not well.

"I've already asked someone to bring it for me."

Yin Yanyue looked at him coldly, then walked around him again, "Uncle Gu, you're the boss now, and I'm under you, but I'm just a small new designer, it's better if you don't treat me differently in the company."

If he was sincere, what had he done fifteen years ago?

When she lost her parents and was declared to have cancer, what did he do?

The 18-year-old palace noble was aloof, cold and heartless. She had used up all the money she had left to treat her illness, and then used the posture of being the center of attention for tens of thousands of people. The shrewd investment they made made a huge profit for the Palace Group.

From then on he was a big shot in the Palace Group, and she almost died on the side of the road.

She nearly died at the hands of the viscount at the age of eight. If not for her sudden nausea today, she would have forgotten about this matter.

The viscount stood behind her, watching her walk further and further away with a disappointed look in his eyes, until she disappeared behind the door of the design department.

He couldn't even figure out what he did wrong to make her continue to treat him so coldly.

It was as cold as a river in winter. Just by jumping into it, one would feel a bone-piercing cold.

But clearly...

He had done so much, and everything he was getting now was only for her sake.

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In the blink of an eye, it was already evening, and time to get off work.

As usual, Hu Wen parked his luxurious car in front of the company and waited for her. As for the young nobleman, he sat in the back of the car with an expressionless face as he watched her approach through the window.

Yin Yeyue opened the car door and got in. Her complexion was much better now, not as pale as it was at noon.

The viscount glanced at her and said to Hu Wen, "Drive the car."

Hu Wen was in an exceptionally good mood and immediately started the car. He would occasionally hum a little tune along the way.

His strange reaction immediately aroused Yin Chengyue's suspicion. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the viscount, but he still had an expressionless face.

Yin Yanyue retracted her gaze and stopped guessing. She pretended to be indifferent as she looked out the window.

The sky gradually darkened, and the lamps on the road also gradually lit up.

The endless stream of cars and the passing crowd made her eyes go pale.

Imagine if she went to the hospital for an examination, and the result would be a recurrence of stomach cancer. Would she really have to undergo chemotherapy and surgery again?

The nightmare at the age of eight was not easy to wake up from. He did not expect to repeat himself after fifteen years.

She didn't know if she should lie on the bed again, waiting for a slim chance of recovery.

The car stopped in front of an upscale restaurant. The viscount got off the car and opened the door for her.

Yin Chengyue snapped out of his daze. As soon as he took one out, he saw Hu Wen holding a bouquet of flowers. All kinds of flowers were in his hands, but they were all cold colors and matched well with her style.

Now that the car had stopped in front of the restaurant and he saw that there were no customers inside, it was clear that the young lord had reserved the place.

Yin Yanyue withdrew her thoughts and slowly stepped out of the car door, but she did not grab hold of the Palace Mistress' outstretched hand.

As she expected, the viscount took the bouquet of flowers from Hu Wen and handed it to her. He then stiffly threw out two words, "This is for you."

Hu Wen, who was standing at the side, turned stiff and shook his head. His face was full of the expression of "the whole thing has collapsed".

Yin Yanyue's mouth twitched, she took the bouquet of flowers from the young noble's mouth, "What's wrong, Uncle Gu? and suddenly became romantic? "

The viscount, still with his iron face, reached out and took her by the arm. Without a word, he led her into the dining room.

Yin Yanyue's heart was suddenly filled with impatience. She even wanted to shake off his hand and loudly tell him that doing all this was useless. Even if he showed his heart to her, she would not believe a single bit of it.

However, when she thought of her father's death and the Gong Conglomerate's existence, she endured it once again.

The viscount pulled out a chair for her and motioned her to sit.

Yin Chengyue looked up at him, then obediently sat down on the chair.

If she hadn't guessed wrongly, Uncle Gu had probably made such a big fuss today because he wanted to propose.

Although they were engaged to be married, the viscount had never proposed to anyone.

Now that he had specifically proposed to her, he simply wanted to give her the illusion that they were not getting married for the sake of money. But his plan was wrong, and not only would she continue to believe that, she would even hate him more.

"Uncle Gu."

The moment the young noble sat down across from her, she opened her mouth, with a blank expression on her face, "I accept your kind intentions, but I'm not feeling very well right now, so I don't want to waste time with you. Can you simply end it?"

She really didn't have the patience to sit here and propose to him.