Chapter 281 She is Sick
He Sirui watched Gu Yikun wearing a robe, his hair still wet. Whether it was his handsome face or his vaguely visible strong chest muscles, they all exuded an alluring male hormone that made her somewhat captivated.
Why does An Junxi get to see such a President Gu every day, while she must sneak around like this.
Gu Yikun saw her remain silent, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll close the door."
He Sirui hurriedly said, "No, I remembered I forgot to tell you something, it’s about your wife."
Gu Yikun, hearing it was about An Junxi, turned sideways, "Come in and talk."
He Sirui went in and chose a sofa to sit on. She dressed quite lightly, her strap dress revealing a body that couldn’t be ignored. Given that this was a hotel room, the atmosphere was ambiguous, and any man would let his mind wander.
Gu Yikun sat opposite her, "Go ahead."
He Sirui saw that Gu Yikun didn’t show any sign of abnormality, as if the person sitting opposite him wasn’t even a woman, which made her seem less reserved.
She said embarrassingly, "The night of the gala..." She was just making up an excuse to test him; she didn’t really have anything to say.
Since coming to Saint Petersburg, she knew Secretary Wang booked her another hotel and silently cursed him several times. She used Gu Yikun’s phone to book a regular room at this hotel, reasoning that staying closer would make it easier to come and go without needing to arrange two cars.
Gu Yikun didn’t care about these trivial matters. He Sirui followed him on this business trip, hoping to get closer to him. Qian Nuan had said her brother appreciated women who were independent and capable at work.
He Sirui tried to show that side of herself in front of him, but the hotel issues over the past few days and the aura of coldness around Gu Yikun kept her from saying much. Tonight, after finally sorting out the hotel’s complex matters, she estimated his mood would be better and made up an excuse to knock on his door.
Now here she was, dressed like this, sitting in his room, yet he remained indifferent. As He Sirui pondered her next step, Gu Yikun’s phone rang on his desk.
Gu Yikun walked over to answer the call. Seeing An Junxi’s number on the screen, his expression softened considerably. He answered, "Xi Xi."
His magnetic voice was gentle as water, so different from his demeanor in the conference room.
Gu Yikun’s tenderness towards An Junxi made He Sirui panic. She remembered the two calls from An Junxi a few days ago and walked over, saying, "Yi Ke, I need to tell you something."
Before Gu Yikun could respond to An Junxi, He Sirui’s voice caused An Junxi to hang up.
He quickly called back, but there was no answer.
It was around five in the morning back home. Was she unable to sleep, or wasn’t feeling well, why would she call him at this hour?
Gu Yikun worried that An Junxi might have misunderstood upon hearing He Sirui’s voice.
He coldly looked at He Sirui, "Speak quickly."
His cold demeanor shocked He Sirui’s heart. "The day we arrived in Saint Petersburg, while using your phone to book the room, your wife called twice. The signal might’ve been bad and her calls got disconnected after ringing for a bit." Actually, she hung up on them and deleted the missed call notifications, but of course, she couldn’t admit this.
Gu Yikun’s voice grew colder, "Why didn’t you say this earlier?" So she had called him, and he hadn’t received them.
Gu Yikun blamed himself for being petty. Why did he fuss over such small matters with her? He should have called her proactively. These days, she must have been overthinking at home again.
Gu Yikun searched his phone. He looked up at He Sirui, "Where are the missed call records?"
He Sirui stuttered, "Not there? Maybe I accidentally pressed the wrong button."
Gu Yikun’s gaze became sharp, holding contempt and disdain.
He Sirui felt her little schemes were exposed in front of him. She once was an equal heiress in his eyes, but now he clearly viewed her with disdain.
He Sirui didn’t want to tear off the veil of modesty. She fled, "I’ll go rest now, not disturb you anymore."
For several days, An Junxi had been sleeping in a daze. She dreamt of Gu Yikun bringing He Sirui home. He Sirui acted like the hostess, telling An Junxi to move out immediately, "Yi Ke loves me, not you. He’s long been tired of you. Don’t you know?"
Gu Yikun also became indifferent to her, "Leave, the custody of our daughter belongs to me."
Ai Xi cried, calling for mommy, startling An Junxi awake, "No!"
It turned out to be a dream, but the crying in the house felt very real.
An Junxi heard her daughter crying. She got out of bed, wanting to check on her, but as soon as her feet hit the ground, she felt dizzy and sat back down.
She had been bedridden for days, so weak and powerless.
Seeing there was still half a glass of cold water by the bedside, An Junxi took two sips and felt slightly better.
She walked out of the bedroom. Mrs. An was holding Ai Xi, pacing back and forth in the living room. Ai Xi’s small face was red from crying. No matter how grandma comforted her, it didn’t help. She stopped crying as soon as she saw An Junxi, reaching out to be hugged.
An Junxi really couldn’t hold the child now, so Mrs. An put her on the sofa. An Junxi tried to comfort her, "Why is baby being naughty."
Gu Aixi climbed into An Junxi’s arms, rubbing her face against her clothes, "Want mommy."
Mrs. An had been staying here for several days to take care of Ai Xi. She said, "Ai Xi woke up and insisted on finding you. Why do you still look so ill? Do you feel better at all?"
Though An Junxi’s voice was still hoarse, she turned her head and coughed a few times, speaking with a heavy nasal tone, "Much better."
Mrs. An seeing her cough, "No, tomorrow I’ll make you some heart-clearing, lung-moisturizing soup. You’ve lost weight from taking medicine."
An Junxi saw that it was five in the morning, "Mom, you should go back to sleep for a while."
Nanny He also woke up from the noise. She told Mrs. An to go rest, "I’ll watch over Ai Xi."
An Junxi couldn’t face the child for long now, so Nanny He carried Ai Xi back to the children’s room. An Junxi comforted her, "Baby must be good. Daddy will be back soon. Mommy is not well enough for you to sleep with mommy."
Gu Aixi pointed at the bandage on An Junxi’s forehead, "Hurts."
"Not hurting. If Ai Xi listens, mommy won’t hurt."
Gu Aixi pitifully lay on her own bed, "Then Ai Xi will listen."
"Yes, Ai Xi is great. Brother will play with you when he gets back."
"Daddy, how many days until he comes back?"
An Junxi said, "Soon."
Gu Aixi seemed to think this answer was wrong. Her little brain couldn’t figure out what was off.
An Junxi finally got the child to sleep. Nanny He urged her to get some rest too, "Master will be mad to see you so sick when he comes back."