Chapter 161: Chapter 161

Bai Tingxun shuddered and stood up, "Director Rong, Deputy Manager."

Rong Jin smiled, "You haven’t gone home yet?"

Bai Tingxun shook her head, "No, there’s still some work. I just finished."

In fact, she hadn’t. She just wanted to wait for Rong Zhi; since her boss hadn’t left yet, she didn’t want to leave that early either.

Rong Jin squinted his eyes and scrutinized her with an exploratory look.

Bai Tingxun felt as if needles were pricking her back under his gaze, and her hands began awkwardly clutching at the edge of her pants.

After a long while, Rong Jin retracted his gaze and smiled at her ambiguously, "Next time, just head home when you’re done with work. It’s not safe when it gets dark."

Bai Tingxun was stunned, "Al... alright."

She hurriedly slung her small backpack over her shoulder and left quickly.

Rong Jin turned to Rong Zhi and said earnestly, "Some people can be deceptive. Although she’s your secretary, you don’t have to be too good to her. You can put some pressure. With pressure comes motivation."

The rest of what he didn’t say, he believed Rong Zhi would surely understand with her intelligence.

The two parted ways in the underground parking lot. Rong Zhi’s throat, which had been strained all day, became increasingly painful and unbearable, as if it were on fire, reminiscent of the time a trafficker forced dumb drugs down her throat.

She pressed several points around her neck, slowing her breathing, then turned the key to start the car.

Upon returning to the Huqing District, she entered the elevator, swiped her card to go upstairs, and felt a vibration from her phone. She took it out to find a message from Bai Tingxun, informing her of her safe arrival home.

Rong Zhi replied with an "Okay."

Afterwards, Bai Tingxun sent her a long string of messages which she didn’t read. Once home, she had no appetite, bathed, drank a cup of warm water to ease her stomach, and went to sleep.

Upon waking, Rong Zhi felt completely weakened and devoid of strength.

She touched her forehead and, sure enough, felt a hand covered in cold sweat.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

She slowly reached out of the covers for her phone, accidentally hitting the wrong button, ending the call.

The caller did not try again.

Rong Zhi didn’t think much of it, glanced at her phone, then tossed it aside, curling up under the blanket like a shrimp.

There were still a few hours to the bidding meeting; she wasn’t in a hurry to get up, closed her eyes, and soon drifted back to sleep.

After some time, the doorbell in the other room suddenly rang.

Rong Zhi rubbed her cheeks on the pillow, squinted her eyes open, supporting herself slowly to sit up, looking displeased.

The audacity to disturb someone’s peace, such a jerk move.

Bai Su stood by the door with one hand in his pocket, as Jiang Gujun lowered his hand, asking doubtfully, "No one’s home?"

But the people from the Rong Family said Rong Zhi didn’t go to work today.

Jiang Gujun was puzzled.

Could she be at school?

"Mr. Su, Mr. Rong seems to be not at home. Shall we head to school..."

Before he could finish, the door was opened from the inside.

The young man, with slightly long, disheveled black hair hanging on his cheeks, seemed slightly flushed, and his gaze was not very clear, looking under the weather.

He paused slightly, but before he could react, the man beside him had already stepped inside.

Bai Su looked down into the pair of eyes of the young man, which were now clouded with fog. He reached for the young man’s forehead, and his handsome brow knit tightly, "You’re running a fever."

Rong Zhi lowered her gaze, nodding casually.

She turned sideways to let the two enter, lowered her eyes to type, then handed it to Bai Su.

Bai Su, puzzled, fixed his fox-like eyes on the screen—[You guys sit, I’ll sleep.]

"Sleep?" Bai Su pressed his lips together.

His gaze shifted to the young man.

Her cheeks were red, making her enchanting fox-like eyes appear even more black and white. Her languid red eyes hinted at fatigue, and her typing speed was slow, lacking spirit.

Rong Zhi deleted the previous line and retyped: [Yeah, it’s not a big issue. Just need some sleep. Call me if you need anything.]

After showing Bai Su, she put her phone away, slipped on her shoes, and headed toward her room.

Bai Su suddenly grabbed her wrist, frowning, "You can’t speak? Does your throat hurt?"

Rong Zhi was abruptly tugged, her steps faltering a bit, but she stabilized herself and turned to look into Bai Su’s eyes, which were filled with concern, and nodded.

The hand on her wrist was cold, and she blankly thought it felt quite soothing.

"You sit first, I’ll make some medicine for you, don’t sleep," Bai Su guided her to the sofa to sit down, his face somewhat stern, "Jiang Gujun, go get a blanket and a thermometer."

Jiang Gujun nodded quickly and followed his instructions, bringing a blanket from Rong Zhi’s room and fetching a thermometer from the medical kit to give to Bai Su.

Bai Su took it and measured the young man’s temperature: 39 degrees, a high fever.

He shook the thermometer, nearly laughing from frustration at her pale face, "Is this what you call ’not a big issue’? A fever of 39 degrees isn’t a big deal? You’re practically roasting yourself!"