Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Chapter 352: Daily Side Story

After Jiang Cheng returned from the U.S., she plunged into busyness.

At the pharmaceutical company in S City, Jiang Cheng was so busy that she lost track of time, working day and night due to the time difference with foreign countries, with chaotic meal times.

At three in the morning on this particular day, Jiang Cheng had just finished a phone meeting with the U.S. and walked out of the office, her face gray and clutching her slightly aching stomach.

With her head down, feeling a bit dizzy, Jiang Cheng leaned against the wall. Her brain momentarily froze, and she slowly slid down the wall.

"Jiang Cheng!"

A voice full of concern came from afar and neared. Jiang Cheng struggled to open her eyes and smiled at the blurry figure.

"Shen Que."

Just from the shadow, she could tell it was him.

Shen Que was frightened to death.

He had received a call from Sun Aiguo, saying Jiang Cheng had been working tirelessly, day and night, recently.

Sun Aiguo had been accompanying her, but the intense workload made him accidentally fall ill, which meant Jiang Cheng had no competent secretary by her side.

Sun Aiguo immediately informed Shen Que that only he could make Jiang Cheng eat properly at this time.

Shen Que promptly arranged the company affairs and drove to S City himself.

Arriving under the cover of night, Shen Que headed straight to the office and saw Jiang Cheng sliding down the wall as soon as he got upstairs.

The tall figure completely enveloped Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng felt a swirl, and she was lifted horizontally by Shen Que.

His chest was warm and solid, with a faint cedar fragrance from the incense she had bought.

Jiang Cheng, like an obedient kitten, nestled her face against Shen Que’s chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

Shen Que tenderly lowered his head, his forehead resting on Jiang Cheng’s, slightly hot, with a low fever.

"You’re running a fever."

"Am I?"

Jiang Cheng murmured unconsciously, "I don’t feel a headache, just lack energy, and I didn’t eat dinner."

Upon hearing this, Shen Que’s eyes flashed with anger, but looking at Jiang Cheng leaning against him, he couldn’t bear to say anything.

"Close your eyes and rest for a while."

"Okay."

Jiang Cheng responded softly, and Shen Que carried her, steadily walking downstairs and getting in the car.

He placed Jiang Cheng in the back seat, covered her with a small blanket, gently closed the car door, and drove toward their home in S City.

Half an hour later, Shen Que parked the car steadily, drove into the courtyard, but didn’t turn off the engine.

He first got out to open the house door, tidied up inside, then returned to the yard to carry Jiang Cheng out of the car.

Jiang Cheng was exhausted and felt completely relaxed beside Shen Que, falling into a deep sleep.

Shen Que carried Jiang Cheng inside, took off her shoes, socks, and coat, covered her with a quilt, and let her sleep.

After settling her, Shen Que went out to contact a doctor. After getting in touch, he started boiling water to wipe Jiang Cheng’s sweat.

The doctor arrived soon.

Jiang Cheng was diagnosed with a gastrointestinal cold. She needed to rest well for two days and avoid oily and cold foods. After sending the doctor off, Shen Que started to make medicine and porridge.

At six in the morning, the sunlight outside hadn’t fully spread inside.

Jiang Cheng was already awake, with a vague memory of Shen Que’s arrival yesterday.

A fair hand protruded from the quilt, feeling blindly toward the other side of the bed.

"Hmm?"

No one?

Shen Que walked in and saw this scene, chuckling in exasperation, "So you remember I came, not too foolish from the fever."

Upon hearing Shen Que’s voice, Jiang Cheng immediately opened her eyes, showing a silly smile.

"Even if I’m silly, I’ll cling to you."

Shen Que, who was initially a bit angry at Jiang Cheng for disregarding her health, was instantly pacified by her.

He sat on the chair by the bed with a bowl of white porridge, placed the bowl down, and ran his rough palm over Jiang Cheng’s forehead.

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