HCB Chapter 18 The Laws of Rain
Chapter 18 The Laws of Rain
After finally getting him inside, he was soaked to the bone. Lu He helped Duanmu Cong stand at the door, his silk pajamas clinging to his body.
Xia Lan quickly ran to the bathroom to get Wen Shiyu's bath towel, and casually gave Justin the instruction: "Justin, we need a bath towel for the guest at the door!"
The robot butler brought a bath towel, which Lu He covered Duanmu Cong's head with. This action woke Duanmu Cong up. He opened his eyes slightly under the towel and saw a beautiful curve, full and white, with water droplets hanging on it and clinging to his damp silk clothes. His face instantly turned red. He intentionally or unintentionally moved closer to this alluring body, and sure enough, the fragrance of a young woman entered his nostrils.
He knew perfectly well that this wasn't Xia Lan. Xia Lan was fair-skinned and slender, not this kind of fullness... This was probably Wen Shiyu. He had never noticed that Wen Shiyu had such a seductive body before.
"Hey, Xiaoyu~" It was Xia Lan's voice. She had returned and handed a bath towel to Lu He. Lu He immediately let go of the towel, pushed Duanmu Cong against the wall so he could lean against it, and took the towel to dry his wet hair.
Xia Lan was also carefully drying her hair with her own bath towel, but no one paid any attention to Duanmu Cong. He was leaning against the wall, not knowing whether to move or not, so he could only pretend that he was still unconscious.
"What should we do with this guy?" Lu He rolled her eyes at Duanmu Cong.
“Let him stay in a guest room; there are so many downstairs,” Xia Lan suggested, noticing Lu He’s tacit approval. “Justin, find a guest room for the guest.”
"Yes, Master." Soon, two household robots came and carried Duanmu Cong away.
"Aren't you going to watch over him?" Lu He asked with doubt, noticing that Xia Lan didn't seem to want to go with him, which didn't seem to fit the comic book setting.
Xia Lan shook her head. The robot was enough; she shouldn't need to personally wait by the bedside, staying up all night. Besides, the problem between her and Acong hadn't been resolved yet. Although she felt sorry for him and couldn't bear to see him get soaked in the rain, this wasn't something that could be easily resolved with a self-inflicted injury.
Since Xia Lan had decided not to take care of Duanmu Cong, Lu He didn't ask any more questions. She was overjoyed, thinking the little girl had finally stopped being love-struck. She was unaware that Xia Lan had already decided to confront Duanmu Cong about her plans to go to the Wen Group.
Since you can only be a coffee-making assistant at Duanmu Group, why not leave and try to see what you're really capable of?
"It's getting late, how about we take a shower together?" Lu He reached out and used a towel to dry Xia Lan's hair, then casually mentioned it.
"Ah?" Xia Lan's face turned bright red instantly, especially since she had a... erotic dream like Wen Shiyu's... "No, no way!" she said firmly.
"Huh? I thought our relationship had gotten this close already?" Lu He feigned surprise.
"What do you mean?" Xia Lan still looked confused.
"The night you got drunk, weren't we...?" Lu He continued teasing her, "So you're such a jerk? You're not even planning to take responsibility?" Lu He touched her lips with her finger, then her lips moved without making a sound, but you could read her lips: "That night you pounced on me~"
"Ah!" Xia Lan suddenly realized that it wasn't a dream! It was real! She really pounced on Wen Shiyu and spent a crazy night with her! With a shy scream, she blushed from head to toe.
She was so cute, Lu He couldn't be happier.
Just as the two were about to continue their conversation about taking a bath together, the robot butler's voice rang out: "Master! The patient in the guest room has a high fever of 39°C and needs a doctor!"
The ambiguous atmosphere was broken, and Lu He pouted in dissatisfaction. This male lead should just die of illness. He's such a nuisance.
Upon hearing that the fever was persistent, Xia Lan immediately rushed to the guest room. Seeing this, Lu He, despite his displeasure, could only pick up his phone and say, "Hello, call my private doctor... Um, someone has a persistent fever of 39°C, it's urgent, hurry."
That's why they say even the longest journeys in the world of comics go by very quickly. In less than ten minutes, the doorbell rang, and the private doctor arrived.
Xia Lan had been applying cold towels to Duanmu Cong's forehead to lower his fever for half a day, but it hadn't subsided. Duanmu Cong remained drowsy and hadn't woken up.
"Ah Cong, hang in there a little longer, the doctor will be here soon." Xia Lan wiped the sweat from his face and head while comforting him, hoping that nothing bad would happen to him.
"Xiao Lan, Dr. Zhao is here." Lu He led Dr. Zhao into the room and beckoned Xia Lan to come out: "Leave the rest to the doctor."
Xia Lan stepped back and saw the doctor examining Duanmu Cong. Suddenly, she relaxed, her body going limp for no apparent reason. Lu He quickly stepped forward, pulling her into his arms. He touched her forehead—ouch, it was burning hot.
"Dr. Zhao!" Lu He's expression immediately changed to one of anxiety, and she hurriedly shouted, "Forget about the man, he won't die if he burns for a while longer, come and check on this girl first!"
What a double standard, Lu He.
While directing Dr. Zhao, Lu He picked up Xia Lan with one hand and placed her directly on the bed in the master bedroom, not caring whether she had showered or not, since she was a patient now.
Dr. Zhao carefully examined Xia Lan, and he could tell that President Wen was very nervous about this girl.
Xia Lan groggily woke up and realized that she was holding a thermometer in her mouth, with a towel on her head, and Dr. Zhao was preparing fever-reducing medicine for her.
"Hmm," she saw Lu He standing by her bedside, looking worriedly at the work in Dr. Zhao's hands. She wanted to talk to her, but she couldn't open her mouth because of the thermometer.
Dr. Zhao, holding the medicine, turned his head and saw Xia Lan's slightly open eyes. He meaningfully pressed Xia Lan's hand: "This is the first time I've seen President Wen like this..."
"Stop talking nonsense, how is she?" Lu He interrupted Dr. Zhao's spellcasting directly. She knew with her toes what kind of rubbish lines Dr. Zhao was going to say.
"Ah, she just caught a chill from being in the rain, it's not serious. Now give her some fever reducer..." Dr. Zhao quickly fed the medicine to Xia Lan.
Xia Lan frowned, feeling the pain.
"Isn't there anything sweet?" Lu He was clearly dissatisfied with the medicine prescribed by Dr. Zhao.
"Uh, Mr. Wen, yes, we have syrup." Dr. Zhao nervously added the syrup to the medicine, anxiously watching Xia Lan's expression, afraid that this little darling would find it bitter again. But then she remembered something: "Mr. Wen, there's only one serving of syrup..."
"Hmm, what's wrong?" Lu He was puzzled.
Dr. Zhao could only adjust his glasses: "Then Duanmu Cong is gone..." He had just seen Duanmu Cong, whom Miss Wen had been longing for, lying in bed, and he was glad that he had brought the syrup. He knew that this young lady loved the young master of the Duanmu family to death.
"If he doesn't have it, he doesn't have it... Just don't let him die in my house." Lu He's eyes were cold, as if she were talking to a stranger.
This attitude puzzled Dr. Zhao for a while. He looked at Xia Lan lying on Wen Shiyu's bed, then at President Wen, and then at the direction of the guest room. His mind raced.
"Once you've finished your medicine, you shouldn't stay here. It's not convenient for a girl like you. Go to the guest room to take care of Duanmu Cong. You can leave anytime he's alright." Lu He looked at Dr. Zhao's darting eyes and simply told her to leave.