Chapter 30: Lin Shiyu Has a Fever
After returning the clothes, Wen Yuhuai turned his head and ran off again. Silence spread between the two men once more.
A moment later, Lin Shiyu carefully put on the trench coat that still carried body warmth. He even buttoned it up, which was unprecedented for him, as if trying to keep that bit of warmth inside his body forever. Then he turned and got into his car cleanly.
Fu Xingjian also sneered lightly, turned around without any lingering attachment, started the engine, and the two cars drove in opposite directions, speeding away.
As soon as Wen Yuhuai returned to the room, the little guy ran over thump-thump-thump, hugged his thigh, and looked up at him. “Uncle, Daddy was just here. You weren’t around, so he told me to tell you to go to the study when you came back.”
“Did your dad say what it was about?”
The little guy shook his head: “No.”
Wen Yuhuai scratched his hair, feeling mentally tired. Sure enough, you can’t dodge what’s coming.
He bent down, picked up Wen Chi, and placed him on the bed. “Play by yourself for a bit. Uncle is going to see what’s going on.”
He went out, crossed the hallway, and arrived at the study on the other side. Wen Yuhuai stood at the door and did mental preparation for a good while before finally slowly pushing open the door, ready to face his storm.
To his surprise, the atmosphere in the study wasn’t as tense as he had imagined; instead, it was exceptionally harmonious.
But that made it even weirder. He had the illusion that someone was plotting against him, and a chill ran down his spine.
Wen Yuhuai didn’t walk further in, keeping his back cautiously against the study door so he could slip away at any moment if things went south.
“Dad, Mom, Brother, you all…”
Before he could finish, Ms. Jiang interrupted him. The look Ms. Jiang gave him was impossibly kind: “We have discussed it.”
Wen Yuhuai: “???”
What amazing thing did they discuss behind his back? Why look at him with such a weird gaze?
Wen Chenglin coughed lightly twice and got straight to the point: “We have decided that starting next week, you will temporarily take over your brother’s position and go—”
Wen Yuhuai’s eyes widened, and he interrupted him non-stop, “Me? Temporarily take over my brother’s position?”
“Then what about my brother?”
Wen Chenglin: “Going to chase your sister-in-law.”
As he spoke, he walked closer and patted his shoulder, acting as if entrusting him with a heavy responsibility. “Little Huai, this concerns your brother’s lifelong happiness. You don’t want him to live the rest of his life as a widower with an orphaned child, do you?”
Wen Yuhuai became even more anxious. “But you can’t send me up there. What if the company fails in my hands?”
If the Wen family ran out of money, how could he lie flat for the rest of his life?
Wen Chenglin was choked by his words, seeming somewhat speechless. “You think you can ruin the family fortune just by yourself? You overestimate yourself too much.”
Wen Yuhuai: “You never know!”
Wen Yuzhou, who had been acting as an invisible man on the side, finally spoke. “You have two choices now. One is to go south to the new market I opened up and take my place. Two is to stay in Beijing to oversee the head office. You don’t need to do anything; just guard the house.”
Wen Yuhuai decisively chose the second option. He didn’t want to leave Beijing for a place where he was unfamiliar with the people and land.
The three nodded in unison, seemingly unsurprised by his choice. At the same time, Ms. Jiang’s gaze toward him became even more pitying.
“Then you be good and guard the house. Your dad and I are going south to continue opening up new markets.”
Wen Yuhuai: ???!!!
No one told him he would be the only one left in Beijing!
Wen Yuzhou saw through what he was thinking at a glance and comforted him: “Little Chi will be left with you. I see he likes you quite a bit. You two…”
Ms. Jiang frowned. “No, Little Chi naturally has to come with us. Does he know how to take care of children? If my eldest grandson hangs out with him, he’ll turn into a wild child in less than two days.”
Wen Yuhuai had nothing to say to this. He was indeed clueless about taking care of children, but he also had his own stubbornness.
“Auntie Chen can’t leave. Auntie Chen has to stay. Without her, I’ll starve to death—”
Ms. Jiang thought for a few seconds and reluctantly agreed to this proposal. “Alright, Sister Chen will be left for you.”
Wen Yuhuai returned to his room physically and mentally exhausted. Little Wen Chi was still using the tablet to play games, playing very attentively. Afraid that watching for too long would hurt his eyes, Wen Yuhuai was just about to confiscate his tablet when there was a knock on the door.
He rubbed his temples with a headache and got up to open the door.
Outside the door was Wen Yuzhou. After the door opened, his gaze skipped directly over him to look inside, beckoning: “Little Chi, come here.”
Little Wen Chi struggled off the bed, holding the tablet, and ran over thump-thump-thump. “Daddy.”
“Let’s go. Don’t sleep with Uncle today; come back and sleep with Daddy.”
Wen Chi hesitated, looking here and there, and didn’t move from his spot.
Wen Yuhuai wasn’t happy. “Why can’t you let Little Chi sleep with me?”
Wen Yuzhou glanced at him. “Anyway, he’ll be leaving in a few days. Children have separation anxiety. What if he can’t bear to leave you then?”
Wen Yuhuai was even more unconvinced. “You’re his dad. Didn’t you think that if you leave him, he won’t be able to bear leaving you either?”
Wen Yuzhou looked at him twice, rendered speechless by his retort.
Wen Yuhuai felt satisfied. He pulled the little guy over again and bent down to pick him up. “Say goodbye to Daddy.”
Wen Chi: “Goodbye, Daddy~”
Wen Yuhuai shut his brother out cleanly.
“No more tablet. Careful or you’ll ruin your eyes. Come, Uncle will give you a bath.”
More than half an hour later, he finally washed the little guy clean and stuffed him under the quilt. Wen Yuhuai himself was tired enough to break a sweat.
This was with Wen Chi being obedient. If it were a bear child who raised hell, he didn’t know how long it would take to finish.
Wen Yuhuai once again lamented in his heart how difficult it must be for his sister-in-law, whom he had never met. To raise a child so well all by herself—he wondered what that bastard brother of his did to make her run away overnight carrying the plane, not even wanting the child.
Plugging in his dying phone to charge, he grabbed his pajamas and went to the bathroom for a shower. When he came out, he found a few new messages on his phone.
Lin Shiyu: [Seems like I have a fever. Head hurts a bit, body feels uncomfortable all over.]
Lin Shiyu: [Photo]
Wen Yuhuai clicked it open. It was a photo of a thermometer, over thirty-eight degrees.
He laughed out of anger.
When putting the clothes on his shoulders, he spoke with such conviction. As a result, not long after, he had a high fever of over thirty-eight degrees. It would have been better not to give him the clothes.
[Served you right!!!]
[Who told you to try to act cool? Choosing style over temperature—endure it yourself.]
The other side quickly sent a pitiful kitten sticker.
Wen Yuhuai was soft-hearted. He continued typing in the chat box: [Do you have antipyretics at home?]
Lin Shiyu: [Yes.]
Wen Yuhuai: [Take the medicine obediently yourself. I’ll go see you tomorrow.]
On the other side, Lin Shiyu stayed up late working overtime to handle company affairs to clear time for tomorrow, while squeezing in replies: [Okay [Happy.jpg]]
Wen Yuhuai breathed a sigh of relief. Experiencing so many things in one day was exhausting. Just as he was about to put down his phone and sleep peacefully, the phone ding-donged twice again, sounding like a death knell.
Wen Yuhuai first glanced beside him. Fortunately, Little Wen Chi was sleeping soundly, showing no signs of being disturbed.
He sighed again, muted the phone first, and adjusted the brightness to the lowest. Finally, when he saw the contact displayed above the message bar was Fu Xingjian, his eyelid twitched violently.
It was over. Both of them gave him their clothes today; they couldn’t have both fallen ill, right?
He clicked open the message with trepidation. Fortunately, it was a false alarm. Fu Xingjian said he forgot to give his eldest nephew the meeting gift today and asked if he had time tomorrow to take them to choose a gift together.
If he hadn’t mentioned it, Wen Yuhuai would have almost forgotten about this. But don’t turn down free stuff. The Crown Prince of Beijing—whatever he gave would be good stuff.
But thinking about visiting the sick patient tomorrow, Wen Yuhuai still politely refused him: [Have something to do tomorrow. How about another day?]
A new message came back quickly: [What is it?]
Wen Yuhuai told the truth: [Lin Shiyu just messaged saying he has a fever. I’m going to see him tomorrow.]
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