"What's it to do with you?"

"What do you mean 'What does it have to do with me?' If the doctor hadn't called, I wouldn't have known that you snuck out of the hospital again. I had the comprehensive medical examination arranged for you in the Physical Examination Department, so come back with me quickly."

"What are you inspecting? I'm perfectly fine and don't need any inspection. Did you just come here like this?" Shu Boheng leaned on the sofa, scrutinizing his outfit - a simple T-shirt and jeans. He let his hair down to cover his eyes, and wore a pair of black-framed glasses on his nose, making him look like a hardcore gamer obsessed with the two-dimensional world. To make it even more extreme, he was even wearing a pair of flip-flops on his feet.

"Yeah, I came in through the side door and no one noticed. Aheng, I will cooperate with the PR department to handle this matter, you don't have to worry too much," Zhuang Ling sat down on the sofa and lifted Shu Boheng up, letting him lean against his chest. He reached out and covered his forehead once again, saying with a hint of concern, "It seems like your fever has gotten worse compared to earlier. Come, I'll take you to the hospital."

Shu Boheng stopped him from acting and said, "Zhuang Ling, do you think this matter isn't chaotic enough? Since you are here, let me directly give you the contract."

"What contract? What kind of contract?"

"The contract for micro films and endorsements. Bring Ella in for me," Shu Boheng said, then closed his eyes and refused to look at Zhuang Ling anymore.

After hearing this, Zhuang Ling appeared very happy and said, "Ahang, you finally agreed to let me participate? Weren't you objecting to it at the hospital earlier?"

"Call me President Shu."

The cold words were like a bucket of cold water being poured down, instantly extinguishing Zhuang Ling's enthusiasm. He opened his mouth in disbelief, "Ah Heng, you..."

"This is the company, call me President Shu. Without that connection, Zhuang Ling, who do you think you are?" If it weren't for the day when his heart was broken, Shu Boheng would not have uttered such heartless words without consideration. However, in reality, what he said today was not even a tenth as cutting as the words Zhuang Ling had spoken that day, which pierced straight to the heart.

Shu Boheng's words completely pulled Zhuang Ling back to reality from his illusions. These past few days, he had been deceiving himself, thinking that as long as he succumbed and showed weakness, Shu Boheng would go along with him, selectively forgetting the fact that he had been reborn at the worst time in their relationship.

Zhuang Ling hadn't sorted out her feelings towards him, and she hadn't figured out how to win him back either.

I gritted my teeth and went for it without any hesitation.

So, what about it? In Shu Boheng's view, could his recent actions and behavior be driven by ulterior motives? Regardless of how he tries to express goodwill or repentance, Shu Boheng will never believe him.

To be able to navigate through the ever-changing business world for a decade, Bi Qing undoubtedly had a suspicious nature. In his eyes, his own credibility was probably already down to negative values, right? In such a situation, how could he regain his trust?

Zhuang Ling deeply yearned for the days of ten years ago. Back then, he was still the stubborn and determined young man who refused to admit defeat, while she was the taciturn and gentle young boy.

"Aheng, you..."

"Please help me call Ella in, thank you."

"...Alright." Zhuang Ling helped Shu Boheng onto the back of the sofa, letting him lean against it. He then filled a hot water bottle with warm water and placed it in Shu Boheng's hands, instructing him to keep it against his stomach to warm his digestive system. Only after that did Zhuang Ling stand up and walk out.

After he left, Shu Boheng gazed at his back for a long time, with a complex glint in his eyes. In the past, when had he ever enjoyed such considerate and subtle care from Zhuang Ling? If he didn't know every inch of this person's skin and every distinct feature, he would almost think that the person in front of him was someone sent by a competitor in disguise.