Nian Nian's Heartache, Master Fu's investigation

Song Nian walked out of the room carrying the first aid kit. Personal Assistant Shi followed closely behind.

Worried, Song Nian asked Personal Assistant Shi, "What's the situation with the child?"

"Fever."

"How high is the fever?"

Personal Assistant Shi adjusted his glasses. "thirty-eight degrees."

After answering, Personal Assistant Shi quickly stepped forward and opened the door. "Miss An, please."

Song Nian entered the hotel. Before he could follow her, she said to Special Assistant Zhou, "Take me to the child's room."

Special Assistant Zhou did not dare to be negligent. He quickly stood up and led the way.

Outside Fu Yanqing's room, Special Assistant Zhou knocked on the door. "Master Fu, Miss An is here."

The door opened and Special Assistant Zhou looked at Song Nian. "Miss An, please."

Song Nian entered the room and went straight towards Fu Yanqing, who was lying on the bed. She was so petty that she didn't even look at Fu Junyu.

She put down the medicine box and placed her hand on the little boy's forehead to warm it up. Then, she took off the extra clothes on the little boy.

She then opened the medicine box and took out alcohol and a towel. After the alcohol soaked the towel, she wiped Fu Yanqing's body to cool it down.

Fu Junyu had already stood up and was standing at the side, watching Song Nian care for his son herself.

There were red roses on her white strapless dress, which looked like fire and flirtatiousness. Her outer shirt had already fallen off her shoulders due to her hurried movements, and her long black hair was tied into a bun behind her head with a white hairpin.

Her skin was so fair that it glowed under the light. She was like a ripe peach and glowed enticingly.

Full pink red lips, a perky and exquisite nose, the smooth lines on the side of her face, a full forehead, and the black hair that fell on her face… Every part of her exuded a fatal temptation.

"Is there warm water?" Song Nian looked up at Fu Junyu, her peach blossom eyes cold and languid.

"Yes."

Fu Junyu felt uncomfortable for a moment. He had been caught peeping. Even him…

"Go get a wet towel. Soak it in warm water and wring it dry." Song Nian ignored him and continued to wipe Fu Yanqing's body with alcohol.

This was her son, the son that had been taken away from her after ten months of pregnancy.

Five years. Exactly five years. She could finally look at him up close and touch every inch of him.

If not for the fact that conditions did not allow it, she would definitely hug him in her arms and kiss him. She would call him by his name and coax him gently.

He was so sensible that it made her heart ache. Sui Sui always cried non-stop when she had a fever, but he only frowned when he was feeling uncomfortable. He did not even make a sound.

Did he already know that no matter how uncomfortable he was, no matter how he groaned, he would never get a hug and kiss from his mother?

Song Nian's eyes were slightly red, and her throat felt dry and uncomfortable. She slowly closed her eyes to adjust her emotions and return to normal before Fu Junyu came out, not letting him notice anything amiss.

Fu Junyu handed a wet towel to Song Nian. "Is this okay?"

He interpreted this rare gentleness from Song Nian as a compromise for his son.

Song Nian looked up at him when she heard that. Her beautiful face was cold. "You've never done it before?"

To Song Nian, wet towels, alcohol, and other ordinary physical cooling methods were simple methods. Yet they were unknown to Fu Junyu. It made him, the child's father, look like a failure.

Song Nian took the wet towel from Fu Junyu, folded it, and placed it on the little guy's forehead. She looked away from the little boy reluctantly and slowly stood up to look at Fu Junyu.

"It's not a big illness. It's just a normal fever caused by germs. When the fever subsides, He'll be fine."

Fu Junyu could hear the coldness under Song Nian's beautiful voice. He found it baffling.

Fu Junyu pulled a chair over and sat down. He placed his left leg on his right leg and looked at Song Nian with a cold and elegant gaze. "Miss An is actually a doctor I see. Which university did you graduate from overseas?"