President, Please Be Careful
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When Zhao Youlin saw Xia Zhetao's lethargic face, she understood. He sighed and coughed, trying to regain the attention of someone who had wandered.

“Ah ..” Xia Zhetao seemed to have woken up from a dream when he heard Zhao Youlin's cough. He smiled and greeted the two, “Ms. Zhao, Lady Zhao, welcome.”

"You ..." Duan Yarong looked at Xia Zhetao, who suddenly appeared in front of her and Zhao Youlin to stop them, and glanced at Zhao Youlin questioningly.

Zhao Youlin smiled awkwardly and said honestly, “He is President Mu's assistant and secretary. Xia Zhetao, Secretary Xia.”

"Oh, you're President Mu's secretary." When Duan Yarong heard that the person in front of her was Mu Tingfeng's subordinate, she immediately had a long face.

The atmosphere between them suddenly became a little awkward.

The corner of Xia Zhetao's mouth was almost stiff, so he could only straighten his neck towards Zhao Youlin beside him for help. 'Hiks, the mother of the former President Mother is indeed here with bad intentions. She had such an expression when she saw me. If he sees the president later, it will be ... Former Madam President, quickly save me!'

Immediately, Zhao Youlin received Xia Zhetao's gaze asking for help. He also knew that his mother hated Xia Zhetao because of Mu Tingfeng, so the person in front was just an innocent person caught in the crossfire. He saved her by interrupting, "Secretary Xia, where is President Mu?"

Xia Zhetao's eyes brightened when he saw someone finally breaking the silence. "The president is still sleeping."

“It's very late, but he's still sleeping. It seems like President Mu is usually too tired. Rarely have the opportunity to be lazy blatantly.” As soon as Xia Zhetao finished speaking, Duan Yarong inevitably cut in.

Zhao Youlin looked at her mother, who was completely unlike her usual self, and she did not know whether she should cry or laugh. Mu Tingfeng seemed to have inspired the other side of her mother that no one else knew. She really did not know whether she should thank him or grieve for him.

Xia Zhetao choked. He, who was wary, quickly realized that he had caused trouble. With the thought that disaster could be saved, he quickly explained, “I-It's not like this. The president is very strict. He was still sleeping because of a sudden high fever in the middle of the night. He's having a disturbed night."

"Tingfeng had a fever last night?" Zhao Youlin frowned, but she felt relieved after thinking twice.

The gunshot wound was not a minor wound, and it was extremely painful. It could even pierce through the walls of copper and iron, let alone humans with blood and flesh.

As the head secretary and diligent assistant, how could he easily give up the opportunity to gain the sympathy of his president in front of the former Madam President?

Xia Zhetao immediately said with a serious face, “Yes, the fever is so severe that it made some specialists in the hospital worried. It was controlled after a busy night, and the president slept when the sun rose. Now, he's still a little feverish. Zhao, when you get in, remember to let the president take antipyretic drugs.”

Zhao Youlin nodded and replied, "OK, I understand."

“Because you are here, I will return to the company first, Miss Zhao. The president is not in the company, so there are a lot of things to deal with.”

Zhao Youlin glanced at Xia Zhetao's slightly embarrassed appearance and sighed. “OK, you can go now. I'll look after him.”

Xia Zhetao seemed to be free from stress. He bowed to Zhao Youlin and Duan Yarong. Then, he left in a hurry.

Regarding Xia Zhetao's departure, Zhao Youlin and Duan Yarong did not care much. They pushed the door of the ward half-open.

After carefully calming her frightened heart, the loyal Xia Zhetao thought that he could not ignore his president, who was in trouble, as Mu Tingfeng's trusted subordinate. He must ask for help!

But this would-be rescuer ... Xia Zhetao thought about it and felt that no one but the mother of his boss could handle this difficult task, so he decisively pulled out his phone and told him about it.

Xia Zhetao was busy looking for someone to take Duan Yarong away. On the other hand, Mu Tingfeng was also worried like never before.

She, who was a light sleeper, actually woke up the moment Zhao Youlin and her mother appeared. But when he heard Xia Zhetao greet Madam Zhao, his heart skipped a beat. He involuntarily closed his eyes and began to pretend to be asleep.

President Mu, who is used to being cold and domineering, will not admit that this is a subconscious runaway behavior that he does out of nervousness when he is thinking about facing his mother-in-law.

So, what Zhao Youlin and her mother saw when they entered the ward was an incredible sight.

In a single, clean, neat, and spacious VIP ward, a man wore a light blue patient outfit that did not match his handsome face. He was lying in a hospital bed that was as white as snow.

The expression of the man in his sleep was calm. It was a little more peaceful that he would not have in his usual manner and the indifference and decisiveness that put distance between him and others.

After getting used to Mu Tingfengs meticulous appearance, this was the first time Zhao Youlin had seen the other side of her. It made his heart beat. He placed the items he was carrying on the table beside the hospital bed. Then, he pulled Duan Yarong to sit by the side in silence.

Although Duan Yarong had seen Mu Tingfeng a few times before, it was the first time she had observed him from such a close distance.

The man on the bed could not be said to be extremely amazing, but the sharp features of the man, the golden ratio body hidden behind his clothes, the natural aura of a superior he possessed, were all too beautiful, and a family background that only ordinary people could see…

Duan Yarong had to admit that this man indeed had the requirement to make people go crazy over him. No wonder his daughter would love him then. Unfortunately…

As Mu Tingfeng pretended to fall asleep shamelessly, the atmosphere in the ward temporarily stagnated.

Zhao Youlin looked at Mu Tingfeng's profile for a while. Suddenly, he remembered Xia Zhetao's insistence. He got up and glanced at the table beside the hospital bed as he searched for a thermometer to measure his body temperature.

Unfortunately, she was unable to find the thermometer after a long search, so she had to stretch out her hand and touch Mu Tingfeng's forehead.

She felt unsure after touching it, so she subconsciously lowered her head and measured Mu Tingfeng's body temperature using her forehead.

Every time Joy caught a cold, Zhao Youlin would often test if she still had a fever this way, so she performed such an action naturally.

However, he did not know what his actions were like in the eyes of others, and how shocked and surprised the person in the hospital bed was.

"Youlin, what are you doing?"

Duan Yarong's cry came from behind, and Zhao Youlin was startled. Only then did she surprisingly realize that the person her forehead touched now was not Joy, but…