Ma'am You Have Been Uncovered

Chapter 29: Something Skipped in His Heart

Cheng Juan slammed his fountain pen into the table.

The person who'd just told Lu Zhaoying not to get flustered had lost his cool too.

He quietly shifted the pen aside and reached for a cigarette, but did not light it. When he'd calmed down, a fog seemed to mask his face like a veil.

He tipped his chin up slightly. "Are you sure? That person doesn't seem that helpful."

"Flat Face already got it checked. He specially looked into the case of the seven undergraduates who'd lost contact three months ago, the traces are very similar." Lu Zhaoying found it unusual too. With one hand resting on the keyboard, he turned around to look at Cheng Juan. "It's unlikely for anyone else to be able to clamp down on Black Eagle, I think it must be that Q. You really don't know who that is?"

Cheng Juan spun a lighter in his hands and looked through the glass pane as a girl walked towards the office door.

Her cheeks were unusually red and brought out the paleness in the rest of her face. She seemed to be dragging her feet restlessly, and her zip went all the way up despite it being pretty warm and humid outside.

In her state now, she seemed a lot less distant and unapproachable.

She always seemed a little cold usually. But today, as she came teary-eyed, she seemed a little more delicate. Cheng Juan kept the cigarette between his lips and did not say a thing.

Lu Zhaoying shut his laptop and kept his words when he saw Qin Ran coming.

Qin Ran knew what they'd been talking about before she came and that they were somewhat avoiding her. But she wasn't bothered, especially with this headache now.

She went to the pantry first.

Cheng Juan kept his documents and knocked on the tabletop. "You're sick?"

"Mm." Qin Ran slowly made her way further into the kitchen. She sounded weak. "A little."

"Qin Ran, how did you fall ill? Come, have a rest here, I'll take your temperature." Lu Zhaoying immediately stood up and let Qin Ran take the seat.

He went to get a thermometer for her.

"It's no big deal. I took some meds in the morning, I'll get cooking first," she casually said.

Well, she was still as cool as usual.

"No..." Lu Zhaoying shook his head.

"You're already sick, don't put up a front. Sit down first." Cheng Juan got up and let her have the couch seat. "Lu Zhaoying? Get En Yu Hotel to send some food here."

Lu Zhaoying was taken aback to see that Cheng Juan had given up his couch seat. But he went ahead to make the call anyway.

"Don't head to the canteen anymore, it's too crowded." Cheng Juan got a thermometer and handed it to her. "Take your temperature first."

Qin Ran didn't think a fever was anything to fuss over? It wasn't as if she broke a limb anyway.

She took her temperature—39.5°C.

Cheng Juan knitted his brows together and quickly prepared the IV bag to put her on a drip. He then got her a glass of warm water and even added some syrup as ill people usually felt very dry in the mouth.

The couch was very comfortable to lean back in. She drank the sweetened water and felt drowsy as the sounds of Cheng Juan flipping his documents faded into the background.

He could hear slow steady breathing from his side.

Cheng Juan put his documents down and turned to look at her instead. Perhaps it was because she was sick, the headstrong vibe she usually exuded had dissipated. Her lashes were pointing downwards, and there was a pale green area beneath her eyes, emphasizing just how thin and fragile she looked. She was all curled up into a tiny ball in the corner of the couch as she didn't want to disturb him.