Chapter 771: Chapter 771: Feverish
Last night, although He Jingyao’s attitude had hurt her deeply, she still worried and went to check on the bathroom, but unfortunately, the door was locked, and she couldn’t push it open. She dared not make too much noise, so she had no choice but to give up.
Hen Bing’s expression changed slightly, “The bathroom?”
He turned and strode over, pushing hard on the door, indeed unable to open it.
“Young Master?” He called out a few tis, making a lot of noise, but still, He Jingyao didn’t co to open the door.
It was then he realized sothing was wrong.
Hen Bing imdiately reported to He Yirong, who with a stern face ordered several bodyguards to break down the door. It wasn’t easy, but they finally got the bathroom door open, and He Yirong led the way inside. He found that He Jingyao was indeed in there.
He was properly dressed, leaning against the wall with his eyes slightly lowered, his complexion a strange shade of pale.
“Jingyao, what are you doing in the bathroom for so long, and all through the night?” He Yirong said angrily, “Even if you don’t want to sleep with that woman, there’s no need to stay in the bathroom!”
If the kid had been in the bathroom all night, it ant he hadn’t touched that woman after all.
At this thought, He Yirong couldn’t help feeling disappointed.
He Jingyao, hearing his voice, slowly lifted his head to look at He Yirong, his gaze sowhat profound.
“Father,” he said faintly, his voice hoarse and tinged with irony.
He Yirong, eting his eyes, inexplicably felt a bit guilty, “What’s wrong with you?”
After he spoke, he finally noticed sothing amiss.
Since he had co in, He Jingyao hadn’t moved at all and had been leaning against the wall as if using it to prop himself up…
He Yirong’s expression changed, and he hurried over, grabbing He Jingyao’s arm, the burning temperature of his skin causing his heart to sink hard!
Then, he reached out to touch He Jingyao’s forehead, which was shockingly hot!
He gasped, “How did you manage to get a fever!”
He Jingyao slightly curled the corners of his mouth but said nothing. His body had always been strong, and he hadn’t been sick for many years. But last night, he had taken several hours of cold showers… even a body of iron wouldn’t hold up.
And who knew what was in last night’s supper, the drug’s potency was a bit too strong.
He Yirong quickly supported him, “Co on, I’m taking you to the hospital!”
“You’re not going to keep locked up anymore?” He scoffed sarcastically.
He Yirong retorted irritably, “Such a ti and still you talk like this!”
No matter whether He Jingyao had intentionally made himself sick, this matter couldn’t be separated from him. If Liu Minjun found out, there’s no telling how she would scold him!
Besides, it had been many years since he’d seen his son show such a weak posture.
He Yirong couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.
After leaving the study, He Jingyao suddenly spoke up, “My phone.”
Hen Bing quickly turned around, ready to look for it. At this mont, the girl who had been quietly standing to the side timidly raised her hands.
“I… I found it next to the sofa,” she said, stamring.
He Jingyao gave her a cold glance, then turned his gaze to Hen Bing.
Hen Bing quickly took the phone from the girl’s hands and handed it to He Jingyao.
After leaving the range of the study, the phone finally had signal, and as He Jingyao slid it open, a barrage of missed calls notifications flooded in.
He Jingyao’s thin lips pressed tightly together.
He was about to check them when another call ca in.
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