After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 86

Earlier, when he heard the secretary speak, Ai Ziqing already had a lingering feeling that the person Luo Mu was calling for was him.

Without a doubt, it had to be him.

Even though he already knew the answer, his heart still gave an uncontrollable quiver when he heard it confirmed by the secretary’s own lips.

“Mr. Ai, you might not know this, but I’ve been with President Luo for several years now. He has fallen ill many times over the years, but no matter how bad it got, he refused to go to the hospital.”

“While President Luo was unconscious, he kept murmuring your name. So, I thought he probably wanted you by his side. It just so happened that you called right at that moment.”

Ai Ziqing gave a bitter smile. His timing really had been impeccable.

The secretary pushed up his glasses, looking a bit sheepish. “Mr. Ai, I have a small favor to ask. President Luo’s private doctor will be here shortly, but I have to leave now to receive a certain President Chen.”

Ai Ziqing knew exactly what the secretary was implying.

He nodded gently, his voice soft. “If you have work to do, go ahead. I can look after Luo Mu for the time being.”

The secretary’s face lit up. “Thank you, Mr. Ai!”

It seemed the secretary truly was busy; after a brief expression of gratitude, he clutched his documents and hurried away.

Ai Ziqing was left alone by Luo Mu’s side.

What Ai Ziqing didn’t know was that the secretary didn’t actually have a “President Chen” to meet; he was simply creating space for the two of them to be alone. The secretary was no fool. Having stayed by Luo Mu’s side for so long, he knew exactly who the director of the orphanage was: the one Luo Mu had been silently donating to all these years.

After taking a quick look around Luo Mu’s sprawling home and knowing a doctor would arrive soon, Ai Ziqing managed to suppress his anxiety. He sat down at the edge of the bed, right next to Luo Mu.

His slender fingers brushed across Luo Mu’s forehead, finally coming to rest on the man’s slightly furrowed brow.

Usually, Luo Mu maintained a stoic, expressionless mask. Now, even in a feverish sleep, his expression had not relaxed; if anything, it looked more solemn. His brow was tied in such a tight knot that Ai Ziqing couldn’t smooth it out, even with his touch.

As Ai Ziqing leaned down, his soft hair brushed lightly against Luo Mu’s face.

He pressed his forehead against Luo Mu’s. Even without a thermometer, he could tell the secretary wasn’t lying: Luo Mu was burning up. It was no wonder the man hadn’t woken up despite the noise Ai Ziqing had made upon entering.

Ai Ziqing felt as though he had so much to say to him.

But in this moment, he couldn’t find it in himself to be awkward or angry. His mind was filled with nothing but worry for the man.

“You really are the same as always. You have a real knack for making people worry.”

A short while later, the private doctor mentioned by the secretary arrived.

Ai Ziqing, who had been keeping watch by the bed, heard a rhythmic knocking at the door. He stood up to let the visitor in.

To his surprise, before he could reach the door, the knocking suddenly stopped.

Then, the person outside began manually punching in the security code and opened the door themselves.

Ai Ziqing really wanted to complain: if you knew the code, why did you insist on knocking so persistently for so long?

In Ai Ziqing’s imagination, a private doctor should look like this: a low-profile, cool, mature man wearing silver-rimmed glasses that radiated high intelligence. Someone who looked professional and harmonious in cold, grey-toned clothing, performing check-ups with meticulous precision.

That was what a private doctor should be.

So, could someone tell him why the person entering now was the polar opposite of his expectations?

The moment the door swung open, a boisterous voice drifted in from the hallway:

“Yo, yo, yo! I knocked for ages and no one opened up. In the end, the great Doctor Wanyan Jinran had to open the door himself! Is this how you treat your guests, Luo Mu? Your secretary called saying you had a high fever, were losing consciousness, and things were looking grim. I immediately, and gracefully, rushed over with my little medical kit to visit you. Just tell me, am I a good friend or what? Ahahaha! Honestly, I wouldn’t usually come myself, but my dear Shu Yi is away on a business trip and has no time for me. I was so bored that I decided to show some mercy and personally give you a consultation! You don’t have to be too moved; just accept my help with a heart full of gratitude, ahahahaha!”

The man rambled on and on.

Ai Ziqing really wanted to ask: which loudspeaker gained sentience and escaped into the world?

Times had truly changed if a “loudspeaker” could become a private doctor.

And, could someone tell him why this doctor was dressed so flamboyantly?

Wanyan Jinran walked in with a gust of confidence, talking non-stop.

He was actually quite handsome; a well-balanced kind of handsome. However, the expression on his face was far too enthusiastic and animated, which gave off a strangely unreliable vibe.

He wasn’t wearing low-saturation, cool-toned clothes either. Despite the cold weather, Wanyan Jinran was wearing a bright pink flight jacket. Upon closer inspection, the back of the jacket was embroidered with intricate patterns in gold and silver thread.

Ai Ziqing could overlook the clothes; after all, he understood that everyone has different tastes. At the very least, this doctor had brought a medical kit, just like in the CEO novels.

But, could someone please tell him why the medical kit had gold and diamonds on it?

Before even seeing who was standing in front of him, Wanyan Jinran reached out and clapped the person’s shoulder.

Halfway through the second pat, he realized something was wrong.

“Ahahaha, Luo Mu! Wait, you’re not Old Luo. I thought Old Luo dragged his sick body to the door to welcome me because he heard I was coming! Hahahaha!”

Wanyan Jinran was a truly boisterous and noisy individual.

“Hello, I am Ai Ziqing.”

“Oooooh?!”

Wanyan Jinran instantly perked up. He rushed over in three quick steps, tossing his exquisite little medical kit aside. He grabbed Ai Ziqing’s hand, his tone vibrating with excitement:

“So you’re Director Ai! A pleasure, a pleasure, a pleasure! I’ve always known Old Luo had a ‘dream lover,’ and today I finally get to meet you in the flesh! Hello, hello, I’m Wanyan Jinran!”

Luo Mu’s dream lover?

Ai Ziqing couldn’t help but ask, “Is that how Luo Mu introduced me to you? As a ‘dream lover’?”

“Hahahaha, ahahaha! You know Luo Mu’s cold and silent personality; how could he ever say something like that? I guessed it myself! Hahaha!”

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