Chapter 357: Little Junior Sister is Very Pretty

"The hotel is temporarily managed by Rui Keya." A hint of concern flickered in Wen Zifan's eyes. If she had known Chen Jianhai was this ill, she would have taken the earliest boat to come.

After speaking with Chen Jianhai on the phone in the morning, she immediately contacted the staff on the island. However, each of them claimed they hadn't seen Chen Jianhai at the hotel and there was no answer when they knocked on his door. Some even suspected that Chen Jianhai might have gone out again.

"Here, drink some water."

A soft, unfamiliar voice sounded above Chen Jianhai, followed by a straw touching his lips. Chen Jianhai instinctively opened his mouth and bit the straw, gently sucking.

Warm but not scalding, the water flowed down his throat, soothing his parched and hot throat like nectar. He seemed extremely thirsty and drank the entire cup of water, feeling a bit more refreshed.

"If you had come yesterday, it would have been better," Chen Jianhai said hoarsely. "Last night, the hotel on the island showed a water movie; it was really good."

Wen Zifan gave a cold smile and said, "How good could it have been? It landed you, Xiaolang, and Qiao Ni all in bed."

"Hehe," Chen Jianhai chuckled sheepishly.

The orange, low-brightness ambient light exuded a trace of warmth, casting a lazy atmosphere over the entire room. The light fell on Wen Zifan, illuminating her stray strands of hair in a warm chestnut color.

Despite all this, nothing was as beautiful and captivating as her moist, bright peach blossom eyes. Illness often leaves people at their weakest. As Chen Jianhai gazed at Wen Zifan's eyes, he suddenly thought, perhaps due to his fever, that the junior sister was very pretty!

At this moment, Chen Jianhai's eyes were red and bloodshot from the fever, making him look like a pitiful, rain-soaked dog, instantly evoking Wen Zifan's innate tenderness and motherly instinct.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Wen Zifan asked softly.

"Mm," Chen Jianhai nodded instinctively.

"I'll get a towel to cool you down," Wen Zifan said, rising to go to the bathroom. The sound of running water came from the faucet.

Chen Jianhai watched Wen Zifan's shadow reflected on the floor, and suddenly a thought popped into his mind: "If only this were the kitchen and she was cooking."

In no time, scenes and plots from various TV dramas rapidly played out in Chen Jianhai's mind, complete with self-imagined background music. In short, it was a beautiful fantasy.

As Chen Jianhai lay on the bed daydreaming, Wen Zifan came out of the bathroom with a wrung towel and placed it on his forehead. The cool towel instantly pulled Chen Jianhai back from his hazy state, clearing away his fanciful thoughts and restoring his rational mind.

"Feeling better?" Wen Zifan asked gently.

Chen Jianhai lay with the towel on his forehead, silent for a while. This feeling... something seemed off. They were clearly just boss and assistant, yet Wen Zifan's behavior felt like that of a daughter caring for her sick father.

Moreover, being alone in a room with a woman under such ambiguous circumstances could lead to misunderstandings. Shouldn't he avoid this situation?

"Are you uncomfortable?" Wen Zifan asked, noticing his silence, and quickly reached out to check the towel's temperature. As her hand approached, Chen Jianhai moved slightly away. She tried again, and he moved again.

"What are you dodging for!" Wen Zifan snapped, pressing her hand firmly on Chen Jianhai's forehead. He froze, lying still like a zombie pinned by a talisman.

"Temperature is okay..." Wen Zifan muttered to herself, not noticing Chen Jianhai's startled expression.

"Knock, knock, knock!" A staff member entered with porridge and medicine.

Chen Jianhai, seeing this as his savior, sat up quickly, trembling and said, "I'm starving, give me some porridge..."

Wen Zifan, watching Chen Jianhai's sudden transformation from pitiful to ravenous, muttered under her breath, "Serves you right! You must not be that sick!"

Despite her words, Wen Zifan stayed with another staff member to take care of Chen Jianhai that night. Despite Chen Jianhai's insistence that he could sleep well alone and didn't need care, Wen Zifan was adamant about staying. She even made the staff member who brought the medicine stay too, like bringing in a backup.

"Sigh! If I have to stay, I'll stay. It's just another shift," the staff member resignedly comforted themselves, sitting on the nearby sofa.

The medicine took effect, and Chen Jianhai soon fell into a deep sleep. That night, though uncomfortable, he slept soundly. Whenever he sweated and felt uncomfortable, a gentle, cool hand would wipe his sweat. When his throat burned and lips were dry, a straw would be placed at his mouth, allowing him to sip water. And when he groaned in discomfort, a soft voice would soothe him, making him feel less alone.

He slept until dawn.

Having slept all day and night before, Chen Jianhai woke up early the next morning. Opening his eyes, he saw the staff member sprawled on the sofa, snoring loudly, dead to the world. At his bedside, Wen Zifan was leaning back on the sofa, asleep. For comfort, she had let down her hair, which cascaded behind the sofa like a black waterfall.

Chen Jianhai quietly watched Wen Zifan, suddenly wanting to touch her silky hair. But before his hand left the covers, Wen Zifan's head tilted forward, startling Chen Jianhai into closing his eyes. The next moment, that familiar hand was on his forehead again.

"Finally, the fever's gone," Wen Zifan said, her voice low.

Chen Jianhai listened intently to the soft footsteps that followed, wondering what Wen Zifan was up to. After a while, he heard the door open and close.

She left?

Chen Jianhai opened his eyes. The room was now just him and the snoring staff member; Wen Zifan was gone. A sense of inexplicable emptiness and loss filled him. Why did she leave? Wasn't it nice staying here?

Unhappy, Chen Jianhai kicked the covers in frustration.

The noise or perhaps his kicking woke the snoring staff member, who opened his eyes to see Chen Jianhai thrashing around like a fish out of water. His expression shifted from confusion to terror as he leapt up, grabbed the phone, and quickly dialed the front desk.

The moment the call connected, he screamed, "Help! The boss is having a seizure!!!"