The Fake Heiress's Inner Thoughts Were Heard by Her Entire Family

When Song Yuanye was in a state of complete distress, Jing Yi was in a good mood because Shen Huaichu had finished his overseas project inspection, and they had arranged to meet today.

Shen Huaichu glanced at the time; their appointed meeting time was approaching. He massaged his temples, attempting to relieve his physical discomfort.

He had already been feeling somewhat unwell on the plane yesterday, but meeting Jing Yi was more important to him right now.

"Shen Huaichu!"

Jing Yi waved from afar, smiling as she greeted him.

He stood on a bustling street, wearing a dark gray lapel casual shirt paired with dark casual pants. His hair was slightly disheveled, as if it had been carelessly arranged.

Several people wanted to approach him, but were deterred by his aloof gaze.

Hearing Jing Yi's voice, a gentle light appeared in Shen Huaichu's eyes, his lips curving slightly upward, his entire demeanor softening considerably.

Seeing Jing Yi jogging towards him, Shen Huaichu unconsciously moved forward, raising his arms to catch her as she ran.

Jing Yi stopped half a step in front of him, causing Shen Huaichu to pause, a flash of disappointment crossing his eyes.

Jing Yi's lips curved into a slight smile, her dimples appearing faintly on her cheeks, looking absolutely lovely.

She gently held Shen Huaichu's fingers, "Have you been waiting long?" Shen Huaichu raised an eyebrow, his faint smile carrying a hint of resignation, "No, I just arrived."

He reached out to fix her bangs with one hand while his other hand held onto hers.

They had planned to go for a meal, and Jing Yi was about to ask Shen Huaichu what he wanted to eat when she noticed something strange about his hand.

She frowned slightly, holding his hand with both of hers, carefully feeling his temperature.

Shen Huaichu smiled, his thin lips curving slightly, thinking Jing Yi was being playful, and covered her hands with his other hand.

Now Jing Yi could clearly feel the temperature of Shen Huaichu's palm, and she looked up at him, observing carefully.

Looking at him now, his face didn't look well at all.

She raised her hand to feel his forehead temperature, and when she saw him trying to back away, she said seriously, "Why are you dodging?"

Shen Huaichu's lips twitched, his temples throbbing, but he didn't dare move away.

Jing Yi placed her hand on his forehead and stared at him in disbelief, "What's wrong with you? How can you not feel how hot you are?!" His head was hot enough to fry an egg!

Shen Huaichu forced a smile, taking her hand down and holding it in his palm.

"It's not that hot. I'm just a little unwell. By the way, what would you like to eat?"

At a time like this, he was still trying to change the subject?

Jing Yi glared at Shen Huaichu, saying she would take him to the hospital.

Shen Huaichu held Jing Yi back, his lips somewhat pale, "I'm really fine." He felt a bit dizzy, but such a minor illness didn't warrant a hospital visit.

Jing Yi's expression was very serious, her eyes full of disapproval, "No, you must go to the hospital. You're burning up like this, if you keep running this fever, you'll become an idiot!"

Shen Huaichu chuckled lightly, "It's not that dramatic." Seeing his dismissive attitude, Jing Yi became even more angry.

It wasn't that she was exaggerating - couldn't he see his own complexion or feel how unwell he was?

Shen Huaichu's expression became particularly gentle as he looked at Jing Yi's unhappy face.

"Really, I'm fine. I'll just take some medicine when I get back."

Jing Yi noticed Shen Huaichu's resistance and sighed heavily, wondering if all these CEO types were averse to hospitals.

The hospitals might as well be decorative pieces in their eyes!

Jing Yi ranted internally but compromised nonetheless - she couldn't exactly knock him out and drag him there.

...

This was Jing Yi's first time visiting Shen Huaichu's home.

However, she wasn't in any mood to be curious, as the person beside her looked even worse.

Jing Yi helped him to the bedroom, her face full of concern, "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital? Are you certain?" Shen Huaichu's lips curved slightly, looking quite weak.

"Really, there's no need. I'll be fine after taking some fever medicine."

Jing Yi sighed and asked where his medicine cabinet was, then busied herself getting a wet towel from the bathroom.

When she returned with the medicine, Shen Huaichu was already lying on the bed in a daze, his face flushed with fever.

Jing Yi helped him sit up, "Come on, take your medicine first." Perhaps because Shen Huaichu was so weak, her voice unconsciously became gentler.

Shen Huaichu obediently took the medicine and lay back down, watching Jing Yi as she continued tucking him in.

"I'm sorry."

Jing Yi looked up, asking curiously, "What are you sorry for?"

"...I was supposed to take you on a date."

Jing Yi looked at him helplessly, sat down beside him, and said sarcastically, "Right, that's exactly what I want - to make my boyfriend who's burning up with fever take me shopping."

Shen Huaichu's expression became serious, and he shook his head slightly, "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to spend more time with you. I haven't seen you for so long."

How surprising - a sick Shen Huaichu was quite the smooth talker.

Jing Yi felt his forehead through the towel, checking if he had really been made delirious by the fever, though she knew the medicine couldn't have taken effect so quickly.

"Did you really miss me that much?"

Shen Huaichu nodded seriously. If he had known that working overtime to make time would only result in this fever, he would have taken things slower.

But he knew that even if he could go back to a few days ago, he would still compress all his time just to see Jing Yi.

Jing Yi couldn't suppress her smile, her eyes full of joy, "Don't think that sweet-talking now will get you off the hook. You're sick but still refuse to go to the hospital. You're a thirty-year-old CEO, yet still so stubborn."

Shen Huaichu, who had been somewhat drowsy, opened his eyes wider at Jing Yi's words, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I'm not thirty!"

Why did that sound so familiar?

Jing Yi was stunned, then rolled her eyes - he was just like her second brother, what was the point of quibbling over one year?

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Shen Huaichu was unusually insistent. He was already a few years older than Jing Yi, and now she was adding another year - how could he not mind?

"The point is, Mr. CEO, you're being quite stubborn."

Shen Huaichu understood what Jing Yi meant, but he just didn't want to go to the hospital, didn't want to stay in those stark white wards, didn't want to lie sickly in a hospital bed.

Shen Huaichu fell silent, and Jing Yi noticed his dampened mood. Thinking about it now, in such a large villa, there was only Shen Huaichu alone.

She held his hand, her dimples appearing as she smiled, "It's good that I'm here, you're lucky to have me!" Shen Huaichu gazed at Jing Yi's smiling face for a long time, his deep eyes filled with emotion and joy.

His thin lips parted, "Yes, I really am lucky." His tone was completely serious, "If they were here, they would definitely like you."

Jing Yi's heart trembled - 'they' must be Shen Huaichu's parents.

She smiled gently, still holding his hand tightly, "What kind of people were they?"

Shen Huaichu's gaze fixed on the distance, as if lost in memories, as if trying to sketch his parents' images in his mind.

What kind of people were his parents?