"What’s going on?" Jun Ting’s tone instantly turned icy.
The few executives presenting the report in the office felt chills down their spines; when would Mr. Huo, usually so gentlemanly, show such a cold glint in his eyes?
"Alright, I’m heading back now—"
Heading back? He’s going back now?
But they were discussing a very important and serious rger case, for which they had prepared extensively and rehearsed hundreds of tis.
And now he’s saying he wants to leave?
Won’t that an they have to keep enduring this angst? No, their hearts felt desolate.
The man stood up from the sofa at that mont, his face cold as he said, "Today’s eting will resu at nine tomorrow morning... No, it will continue at two in the afternoon."
He wasn’t sure if he could handle that woman overnight—
The group felt like banging their heads against the wall; they realized they had to endure another twenty hours.
Yet their mouths dishonestly responded in unison, "Yes!"
After Jun Ting left, the executives began discussing gossip in the company for the first ti, "Hey! Who do you think that person is? Could the rumors outside be true?"
"What rumors?"
"That Mr. Huo is already married, supposedly to the sister of his ex-girlfriend, and I heard she’s quite overweight."
"Really? No wonder, with a fat wife at ho, he’d surely indulge outside."
"I always thought Mr. Huo was indifferent to desires, but now it seems, hah, n... are all the sa."
The only female executive glanced disdainfully at them, then swayed her hips as she left.
...
Jun Ting rushed ho, and as he reached the door, he heard vomiting noises from inside, like soone retching.
He strode in quickly, seeing Sister-in-law Zhang’s panicked eyes and soone’s haggard and weak appearance.
The vomiting left her utterly lifeless and uncomfortable—
Jun Ting furiously asked, "What on earth is going on?"
Yu ng knew he would surely bla Sister-in-law Zhang, so she imdiately spoke up, "It’s just a fever, no need to make a big deal out of it, besides... I’ve already taken dicine."
"Yes, yes." Sister-in-law Zhang echoed nervously, "Ma’am has taken dicine, but the vomiting won’t stop?"
This situation had persisted for several days. Every ti she tried to eat sothing, she’d vomit; her stomach was empty, and all she threw up was bile.
One can imagine how uncomfortable she must feel, just looking at it made her heart ache—
Jun Ting imdiately called the family doctor, who arrived shortly and conducted a series of examinations on Yu ng.
"Mr. Huo, could I have a word with you?" the doctor said.
The two walked outside, where the doctor frowned tightly, "Mr. Huo, I’m afraid madam has anorexia."
"Anorexia?" Jun Ting said incredulously, "She used to have a great appetite; how could she have that?"
The doctor sighed, "I’ve noticed that madam’s mood isn’t quite right either; she seems sowhat lancholy, perhaps slowly influencing her appetite, eating less and less, until she’s at the state she’s in now."
"If... Mr. Huo, if you know what’s troubling madam’s heart, it’s best to find a way to resolve it; otherwise, her condition won’t improve."
Jun Ting glanced towards the direction of the room, "Alright, I understand, thank you."
After sending the doctor away, Jun Ting didn’t go to Yu ng’s room but headed to his study—
He pulled open the drawer and took out the letter from Yu City.
...
As Yu ng drowsily slept, she felt soone embrace her... The embrace wasn’t warm, seemingly like a beauty, but the scent was off.
Beauty’s body usually had a faint dicinal fragrance, yet this one—
She opened her eyes imdiately, seeing a pair of intense, oppressive deep eyes, "Jun Ting, why is it you?"
Why was he lying in her bed?
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