8 Your Wife Is Sick

Secretary Chen went into the car as well. Today, Leng Sicheng came out especially early. Usually, he would stay at the suite at Star for the night. After getting into the car, Leng Sicheng was unusually quiet. Immediately, Secretary Chen took a quick look at him through the mirror. There was no emotion on his face. He rested his head on the seat with his eyes closed to recuperate. However, Secretary Chen noticed that Leng Sicheng was frowning and his lips were pursed.

Though he was worried that he might further anger Leng Sicheng, he still had to muster up his courage to ask the question.

"CEO Leng, where are we supposed to go next?"

Leng Sicheng did not reply him and the car was filled with awkward silence.

"Just drive," Leng Sicheng replied after a short while in an ice-cold manner.

Secretary Chen could not understand what Leng Sicheng meant by just drive. With no destination in mind, Secretary Chen wanted to ask more questions. When he took another look at Leng Sicheng, he saw that he still had his eyes closed. In other words, he had no intention to explain his reply to him further. Secretary Chen would not end well if he continued to bother him.

Left with no other options, Secretary Chen had to do as he told. When they arrived at a roundabout, the traffic had stopped Secretary Chen from moving forward. It seemed like there was an accident on the bridge ahead of them. The sudden slowdown made Leng Sicheng open his eyes. He was not pleased that the car was moving so slowly. He then wound down the window to check on what was going on. From afar, he could see a row of tall trees. And behind them was a familiar building.

That was Gu Qingqing's and his school. When Secretary Chen saw that Leng Sicheng was more relaxed when he saw the scenery outside, he quickly said what he wanted to say.

"CEO Leng, Ms. Chen Wenjie called you earlier."

Leng Sicheng had no intention to answer the question. All he did was have his eyes glued on the school. It seemed like he was deep in thought. A woman like Chen Wenjie would never be able to acquire Leng Sicheng's phone number. At most, she could only contact Secretary Chen. Just when Secretary Chen wanted to talk say more, someone made a call to Leng Sicheng's cellphone.

"CEO Leng, someone is calling you."

Leng Sicheng turned his attention to his cellphone and saw that the number belonged to the villa that Gu Qingqing was staying in. After looking at his cellphone for some time, he finally decided to answer the call.

"What is going on?"

"Mr. Leng. I think your wife has a fever after walking in the rain. Do you want to come over to check on her?" said the caretaker on the other side of the phone.

"Just go and look for a doctor. I'm not a doctor. It's pointless to call me!"

After hanging up the call, Leng Sicheng felt even more terrible. He was holding his cellphone as tight as possible and he frowned so much that it might leave a permanent scar on his forehead. It was at that moment Secretary Chen knew that he should not attempt to look back anymore. Without saying a word, he had both of his hands on the steering wheel and focused on the traffic. He wished that he was not in the car with Leng Sicheng.

Soon, the road was clear and Secretary Chen started to drive without asking where Leng Sicheng wanted to go. The dimmed street light was shining on Leng Sicheng's frustrated face. Looking at the view outside the car, Leng Sicheng clenched his fist and slowly loosened up at the same time.

"Go… To West Mountain Villa."