It was Li Bo.
He Yirong saw it and frowned, "You’re a patient now. Whatever it is, it can wait until later."
He Jingyao turned a deaf ear and answered with a hoarse "hello."
Li Bo was taken aback by his voice, "Young Master?"
He had only ant to give He Jingyao a casual call to try his luck, not expecting him to pick up imdiately.
"Yes, it’s ," He Jingyao said in a deep voice, "How is Zhixi?"
"Young Master, I was just about to tell you..." Li Bo, not noticing He Jingyao’s unusual tone, promptly spilled everything about the previous night like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.
With each word Li Bo spoke, He Jingyao’s expression grew darker.
"Fortunately, the Young Mistress didn’t have any trouble. I called a doctor to the house," Li Bo finally said. "It’s just... I’m worried that that Zhuo guy might co to bother the Young Mistress again today."
"I’ll be right there," He Jingyao snapped the phone shut, his face now a stormy gloom.
He Yirong, who was close by, caught the gist of what Li Bo had said and knew what had happened.
"No way! With a fever like this, do you want to kill yourself if you strain any further?" He Yirong said with a dark expression.
Even if He Jingyao were in good health, He Yirong would still stop him, let alone with him being in his current state.
Zhuo Yuwei had already sent his own nephew. With such a blatant attitude, if Jingyao confronted him for the sake of that woman, it would undoubtedly escalate the conflict significantly!
No matter how you looked at it, it was an extrely unwise course of action!
"Father, Zhixi is pregnant," He Jingyao said to him, his voice calm and hoarse, yet carrying an undeniable force.
He Yirong was suddenly speechless.
"You might as well investigate why the midnight snack delivered to last night was tampered with," He Jingyao said with a faint smile. "Why do I have a fever? Because I took a cold shower all night long."
After he spoke, He Yirong was still without reaction, but the girl standing so distance away suddenly lifted her head!
So last night, what happened to him was due to being drugged... And even so, he refused to lay a finger on her...
It took He Yirong a while to recover, his face full of shock, "How could it be? I didn’t order..."
He looked toward Hen Bing, who was also shaking her head nervously, "Director He, Young Master, it wasn’t !"
He Jingyao wasn’t surprised by this. If He Yirong said he wouldn’t drug him, then he wouldn’t go back on his word—after all, he was his own father, and He Jingyao still had that trust.
Hen Bing had always been loyal and was also unlikely to betray He Yirong.
"I hope you give an explanation soon," He Jingyao said blandly, turning and walking away, while dialing Feng Qian’s number as he left.
He moved with steady steps, betraying no sign of illness.
With his mind still preoccupied about He Jingyao being drugged, He Yirong looked up to see He Jingyao had already gone far. He frowned, instructed Hen Bing to look into the midnight snack affair, and then turned to the girl, "Last night, he didn’t touch you at all?"
The girl’s face blushed, and she nodded lightly.
He Yirong pondered in silence.
...
Outside the old mansion, a Bentley was parked.
When He Jingyao walked over, Feng Qian imdiately opened the car door for him, "Sir, I have arranged for a doctor to wait for you at the airport."
He Jingyao nodded, bent over to get into the car, and took the laptop Feng Qian handed to him.
He quickly scrolled through the top news stories and, seeing the photo of that Zhuo guy dining at the sa table with Zhixi, his gaze turned frighteningly dark.
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