Chapter 128: Taking Advantage of Fu Hanyan

Fu Hanyan's fingers suddenly froze mid-motion as his gaze fell on Gu Yining's anxious face. He was almost tempted to say that work was more important, but knowing her temper, she'd probably make a voodoo doll and poke needles in it just to curse him.

Making the smarter choice, Fu Hanyan closed his laptop, set it aside on the bedside table, and extended his hand to her obediently.

Gu Yining gently grasped his wrist, her fingers carefully pressing down as she began taking his pulse. For about five minutes, she remained silent, focused on diagnosing his condition. Finally, she spoke up, her tone clinical and serious. "Your pulse is weak and deep, your limbs are cold... It seems like you've eaten something that's upset your system. Stick out your tongue. I need to take a look at it."

"There's no need for that. Just prescribe the medicine," Fu Hanyan responded curtly, clearly unwilling to follow her command.

"Stick out your tongue," she repeated, her voice firm and leaving no room for argument. "I need to check the coating."

Only Gu Yining had the nerve to boss Fu Hanyan around like this. She was the one person who could give him orders, and despite his usual authoritative demeanor, he inexplicably complied, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue for her to examine.

"Hmm, your tongue coating is thin and white, and you're sweating profusely," Gu Yining remarked, using some medical terms that probably went over most people's heads. She then moved closer to the bed and commanded, "Lift your shirt. I need to check if your stomach is bloated."

To this, Fu Hanyan had no objections. He lifted his shirt, exposing his lean, muscular abdomen, showing off his defined eight-pack abs. 

Gu Yining couldn't help but swallow, momentarily distracted by the sight of his perfectly toned body. 

This man's physique is something else... she thought to herself, momentarily captivated.

Just then, Tang Tiantian rushed into the room, her voice filled with panic. "Brother Fu! I heard you were sick! What happened?"

She stopped in her tracks when she saw Gu Yining pressing down on Fu Hanyan's stomach.

"What do you think you're doing? Why are you taking advantage of Brother Fu?" Tang Tiantian demanded, pointing an accusing finger at Gu Yining.

Completely unfazed, Gu Yining ignored her outburst and pressed on Fu Hanyan's abdomen again, asking him clinically, "Do you feel any bloating or pain here?"

With a calm and serious expression, Fu Hanyan nodded slightly, confirming the discomfort. 

Despite her usual carefree demeanor, Gu Yining's professionalism as a doctor shone through as she continued her examination with meticulous care. She was a completely different person from her usual playful self—serious and focused.

"What have you eaten in the past hour?" Gu Yining asked as she pulled out her medical notebook and began jotting down his symptoms.

Before Fu Hanyan could respond, Tang Tiantian jumped in, eager to answer. "He ate the peach blossom pastries that you made for him!" she blurted out, seizing the opportunity to blame Gu Yining.

Fu Hanyan had no intention of mentioning what he had eaten, but since Tang Tiantian had already revealed it, he didn't bother to argue. After all, he had chosen to eat the pastries of his own accord, fully aware of Gu Yining's less-than-stellar culinary skills.

If there was anyone to blame, it was him. He knew what he was getting into when he decided to eat her "experimental" desserts.

For a moment, Gu Yining stood there, completely stunned. 

She had fully expected Tang Tiantian, with her spoiled and haughty personality, to have thrown away the pastries without a second thought, especially since they were ugly and most likely tasted terrible. But to her surprise, this little fool had actually gone and given them to Fu Hanyan to eat.

And as for Fu Hanyan... he had actually eaten them!

Did I make some kind of mistake while preparing them? Gu Yining wondered, suddenly doubting herself. Could I have caused him to get an upset stomach?

Surely it couldn't have been that bad.

"Is there any of the pastry left?" Gu Yining turned to ask Aunt Chen, who had just entered the room.

"Yes, there is," Aunt Chen responded, pulling out the plate of leftover pastries and holding it out to her. "I made sure to save them so you could take a look."

Aunt Chen's cautious nature had paid off—she had held onto the pastries just in case Gu Yining needed to investigate. It was no wonder she had become the head housekeeper of the Fu family; her attention to detail was impeccable.

As soon as Gu Yining took the plate of pastries from Aunt Chen, Tang Tiantian instinctively took a step back, her hands nervously twisting together. 

Could Gu Yining really detect that something was wrong with the pastries? 

But then, Tang Tiantian thought, Even if she does find something, so what?

The pastries were made by Gu Yining, and considering how their relationship was strained lately, no one would doubt that she might have caused Fu Hanyan harm. If anything, Gu Yining had more reason to be suspected of foul play than anyone else.

With that comforting thought, Tang Tiantian relaxed, crossing her arms confidently and watching Gu Yining expectantly, waiting to see what her verdict would be.

Gu Yining carefully inspected the pastries, bringing one up to her nose and sniffing it closely. After a moment, her brows furrowed.

"There's a faint scent of medicinal herbs mixed into the pastry," she remarked, her voice full of suspicion.