Twenty minutes later, beads of sweat trickled down Pan Ning's nearly flawless cheeks.
Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, her eyes tightly shut with occasional flutters of her eyelids. Her flushed face looked utterly captivating.
Su Yang lowered his head to observe her closely, suddenly feeling parched, his mind involuntarily wandering to inappropriate thoughts.
But given the circumstances, he could only entertain them in his imagination.
He reached for a towel and gently dabbed Pan Ning's forehead.
Her temperature had noticeably dropped compared to before.
After wiping the sweat from her face, Su Yang picked up the digital thermometer from the bed and took her temperature again.
Beep—the thermometer displayed 39.6°C.
"Whew... It's finally come down a bit, but not enough yet."
He stood up and walked into the bathroom to soak the warm towel in cold water again.
Returning to the bedside, he placed the towel on Pan Ning's forehead before switching off the main light, leaving only the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
Su Yang had been sitting by the bed for over twenty minutes, and his neck was starting to ache.
Now that Pan Ning's condition was gradually improving, he turned toward the beanbag chair nearby.
Just as he did, Pan Ning's slender hand suddenly shot out from under the covers and grabbed his wrist.
"Hmm?" Su Yang turned back to see her still lying with her eyes closed.
But her lips were moving faintly, as if murmuring something.
Su Yang leaned in closer, bringing his ear near her mouth.
"Don't... don't go..."
A fond smile tugged at his lips. "I won’t go. I’m not going anywhere."
Chuckling softly, he tucked her sweat-dampened arm back under the covers.
"You know, you actually look cuter when you're sick," Su Yang remarked before settling into the beanbag chair.
But after sitting down, he felt too far from the bed, so he dragged the chair closer and lay back down.
The two of them rested quietly in the dimly lit room. Su Yang turned his head slightly, gazing at Pan Ning's exquisite profile with a faint smile.
A sudden warmth filled his heart—it felt as if they were a newlywed couple, with the wife asleep after taking fever medicine and the husband keeping watch beside her.
[Ding! Detecting the host’s current contentment. Reward: 500,000 yuan.]
Su Yang checked his phone—it was already 9:30 PM.
Still early, nothing urgent to do.
He mentally summoned the system interface.
—System, it’s been a while since I checked my stats. Let’s see.
[Host: Su Yang]
[Age: 24]
[Height: 180 cm]
[Weight: 76 kg]
[Appearance: 88]
[Physique: 92]
[Figure: 90]
[Charm: 94]
[Combat Rating: B-tier, 80]
[Skills: Master of Physique, Professional Racing Driver Skills, Golden Divine Body, Intermediate Combat Skills, Alcohol Tolerance, Singing Master, Polyglot, Regeneration]
[Bound Individuals: Zhao Mengrou (Favorability: 75), Lin Yiyi (Favorability: 70), Gu Xiaoman (Favorability: 70), Shen Yixue (Favorability: 55), Lin Xiaomo (Favorability: 80), Tang Ziyun (Favorability: 85), Xinxiya (Favorability: 10), Xia Li (Favorability: 10), Su Qingci (Favorability: 60)]
[Balance: 293,835,732 yuan]
—Damn, nearly 300 million already.
—Wait, no—I spent over 50 million on that villa. So total’s past 300 mil.
—Being rich feels amazing. Pure security.
After a moment’s thought, he continued mentally.
—I’ll transfer 200,000 to Mom and Dad tomorrow.
—Let them get used to it gradually. Once they’re comfortable, I’ll send bigger amounts later.
Still smiling, he skimmed through the virtual screen before pausing at the "Bound Individuals" section.
After scanning it twice, his brows furrowed.
—Something’s off. System, where are Pan Ning and Lu Yun?
[Favorability at 100 is no longer displayed.]
—So they’re unbound?
[No, just hidden.]
—Ah, got it.
—By the way, can "Regeneration" be used on others?
He suddenly remembered his new skill—if it worked on Pan Ning, she’d recover in under ten minutes.
[No.]
—Alright then.
Closing the interface, Su Yang opened Douyin (TikTok) to kill time.
Just as he tapped the app, a WeChat notification from Lin Yiyi popped up.
"Su-ge, where are you right now?"
Su Yang smirked and replied.
"At home."
"Are you... free? I’m so bored. Wanna grab late-night snacks? My treat."
"Can’t right now. Maybe another time."
After a brief pause, Lin Yiyi replied: "Ohh~ Okay then."
"What’re you up to?" Since he had nothing better to do, Su Yang kept the conversation going.
"Nothing much, just finished streaming."
"This late today?"
"Yeah, no big spenders in my livestream lately, so I have to stream longer to make ends meet."
Su Yang chuckled. "So you’re basically self-employed now?"
"Huh? Self-employed?"
"Like, not signed with any agency or company."
"Of course not! What company would want a small-time streamer like me?"
Su Yang: "Any special talents?"
"Nope, just good at acting cute and whining."
"That counts. Tell you what—I’ll hit you up when I’m free. Just remembered I own a streaming company. You can join us."
On the other end, Lin Yiyi’s eyes widened.
She typed frantically: "For real, Su-ge?!"
"Why would I lie? My company specializes in grooming new streamers. With your looks, a little training, and your income could multiply tenfold."
Lin Yiyi’s grin stretched ear to ear. "Su-ge, you’re too good to me! Love you!!"
Su Yang replied amusedly: "But I’ll need to check with the company first. Sit tight—I’ll contact you later."
"No rush~ I’ll wait!"
"Cool. Oh, and random thought—I kinda wanna see legs."
Ding.
The last message was half-joking, but Lin Yiyi instantly sent a photo of her slender legs clad in sheer black thigh-high stockings.
"Holy—!" Su Yang brought the phone closer, scrutinizing the image.
"Not bad. Plump and juicy. Being rich is great—just say the word, and they actually send it."
Back in the day, a request like that would’ve earned him a single-word reply: "Scram!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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