Chapter 1972
Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When it was close to noon the next day, Ye Qingqiuâs eyelids twitched before she opened her eyes weakly.
Her vision was blurry and the bright light made her turn her head subconsciously. She frowned at the same time.
Warmth filled her eyes and she moved again, rejecting the sudden skin contact.
âDonât move.â
A low and hoarse voice sounded in her ears. Although it was different from her usual coldness, Ye Qingqiu still reacted and lay there quietly.
The outline of the eyeball rotated in his palm, and the touch was exceptionally clear.
Li Tingshen loosened his grip slightly.
âOpen your eyes first.â
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt Ye Qingqiu open her eyes. Her long eyelashes fluttered again and again.
Slowly removing her hand from her eyes, Ye Qingqiu blinked and her gaze swept across the room before landing on the man beside the bed.
Long and narrow black eyes, light and deep eyebrows, thin and sharp lips, and a perfectly straight nose.
No matter how she looked at it, it was a beauty that happened to be in her heart.
Her brain wouldnât forget everything, but she didnât know where she was.
âWhere is this? Why are you here? Arenât you busy?â
Her attitude was calm and there was no emotion in her eyes.
âI went out to play until I couldnât get through. Your father is very worried about you. The entire Ye family probably didnât sleep last night.â
Li Tingshen didnât answer the three questions, but Ye Qingqiu knew the answer.
This place should still be in the suburbs. Because she couldnât get through, her father was worried, so he found her.
As her boyfriend in name, it seemed to be his responsibility and obligation to find her.
Her father was worried about her. The entire Ye family was worried about her, but he wasnât.
Turning her head away, she didnât want to continue speaking.
Her heart was filled with the âbreakupâ that Yin Ruijue had told her yesterday. If she asked this question and Li Tingshen really admitted it in front of her, she wouldnât know what to do.
After a moment of silence, Xu Qingzhi moved. When she saw the phone on the bedside table, she reached out to take it.
She remembered that her phone had run out of battery yesterday, but it was obviously fully charged now.
Just as she was about to call Ye Jianyun, Li Tingshenâs voice sounded.
âIâve already told your father about your situation. Itâs not serious. I think you probably donât want him to be especially worried.â
Ye Qingqiu paused and exited the call.
When she opened her social media account, it was empty. There wasnât even a greeting.
Xu Wenxuanâs chat was also clean.
Since she was hospitalized, Xu Wenxuan should have reacted.
After some thought, she looked up at Li Tingshen. âWhat illness do I have?â
Li Tingshen looked at her calmly. âAcute gastroenteritis.â
Ye Qingqiu frowned and wanted to sit up on the bed. Her stomach ached and her face, which had just recovered from a night of sleep, seemed to have drained of all color.
Li Tingshenâs face darkened. âWhy are you asking me questions?â
Ye Qingqiu held her stomach and bit her lips as she looked at Li Tingshen. Her eyes were red from the pain and tears welled up in them.
âWhy does it hurt so much!â
She looked aggrieved and angry.
This was the first time in his life that he had suffered acute gastroenteritis. It hurt like hell.
Li Tingshen sneered. âIf you continue to eat outside, youâll know the reason after entering the hospital a few more times.â
Ye Qingqiu bit her lips and glared at him.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door. Li Tingshen turned around and answered softly.
The door opened and Ye Qingqiu remembered that it was Li Tingshenâs assistant. He walked in with a lunchbox.
Li Tingshen took it.
When the food box was opened, a strong fragrance of porridge wafted out.
Ye Qingqiu pursed her lips and gave up on sitting up. She raised her phone and called Xu Wenxuan.
The call went through quickly, but the person who answered was not Xu Wenxuan.
âIâm sorry, Miss Ye. Young Master is still resting and canât answer the call.â
Ye Qingqiu felt that something was amiss. Even if she had played late last night and Xu Wenxuan didnât wake up today, his chauffeur shouldnât be the one answering the call.
She didnât remember Xu Wenxuan sharing a room with the driver.
âWhere is he?â
The driver took a deep breath. âSheâs still in the hospital.â
Ye Qingqiu frowned even more. âDidnât you say that he was resting? Why is he in the hospital?â
Li Tingshen stopped pouring porridge for her.
She turned to look at Ye Qingqiu coldly before looking at the phone beside her ear.
âYoung Master was injured yesterdayâ¦â
Ye Qingqiuâs voice hardened. âWhat happened?â
The driver couldnât continue and sighed.
The more Ye Qingqiu listened, the more she felt that something was amiss. She asked directly, âWhich ward is he in?â
The driver gave her the ward number and Ye Qingqiu hung up. Just as she was about to sit up, the blanket on her was lifted.
Li Tingshen bent down to carry her and let her sit on the bed. Then, he covered her with the blanket again. He bent down to sit by the bed and picked up the bowl beside her.
The spoon stirred the porridge in the bowl, and Li Tingshenâs voice was cold.
âHave some porridge.â
Ye Qingqiu frowned as she looked at Li Tingshenâs handsome and indifferent face.
âDo you know why Xu Wenxuan was hospitalized?â
Li Tingshen stopped what he was doing and looked up at her slowly. âDo you think you have the right to worry about others now?â
âWhy not? He was kind enough to bring me out to relax this time, but now heâs injured and hospitalized. No one has more right to worry about him than me.â
Li Tingshenâs eyes darkened instantly.
Ye Qingqiu looked at him and said, âWhy? Is there nothing good about me in your eyes? How can you say that Iâm an ungrateful person?â
Li Tingshen looked down at the bowl in his hand and said, âI donât know if youâre ungrateful or not, but Iâm curious. Who gave you the confidence to think that your appearance would be more effective than the doctors in this hospital?â
Ye Qingqiu was stunned.
Li Tingshen was still stirring the porridge in his bowl when Cen Lengâs cold voice sounded slowly, âWhy arenât you saying anything?â
He slowly lifted his gaze and placed the bowl on the bedside table. His cool hand slowly held her chin and he leaned over slightly. His handsome and cold face was imprinted in Ye Qingqiuâs eyes.
His gaze swept across her pale face and finally landed on her eyes. He whispered,
âIt seems like you had a good time with him yesterday. In just a day, youâve become the most qualified woman to worry about him.â
Ye Qingqiu looked up and waved his hand away. âI did have a good time yesterday.â