My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady

Chapter 893 - 717: Liking You Since the First Glance 58_3

Mi Lu: I also agree with Linlin, now’s a good chance, hurry up and go sleep with him.

Jian Dan: ...Let’s not talk about it, I’m a bit busy now, going to do something.

Zhao Linlin: ...

Mi Lu: ...

Exiting the chat interface, Bo Qin just happened to come out of the kitchen, his clothes neat and tidy, not at all looking like he’d been cooking. Seeing Jian Dan half-lying on the sofa, he turned back to the kitchen, warmed a cup of milk, and brought it out, placing it on the table near Jian Dan.

"Have some milk."

Looking at Bo Qin’s handsome, clear features, Jian Dan felt a bit puzzled and wanted to ask, but when she saw his face, she couldn’t say anything. She smiled faintly, "Okay. Uncle Qin, you’re not having any?"

Bo Qin raised an eyebrow, "This is something for kids. I’ll go have a meeting in the study; later, can you take me out for a walk?"

Jian Dan nodded, "Of course, Uncle Qin, go ahead, I’ll be waiting for you in the living room."

"Alright."

Jian Dan took a few sips of her milk, uncertain about Bo Qin’s attitude towards her. To put it plainly, his attitude toward her was a bit more than familial affection, but far less than romantic love.

Could it be that he’s raising her like a child?

Jian Dan shuddered at the thought; Bo Qin shouldn’t have such a strange taste.

She pushed down her thoughts and chose a variety show she liked, trying to dismiss the wild thoughts in her mind. But some things, the more you try not to think about them, the more they return to your mind.

Her feelings for Bo Qin were just like that.

Thinking too much made her tired. Despite remembering she had to take Bo Qin out for a walk, sleepiness overcame her, and she drifted off to sleep.

Just then, the study door on the second floor opened from the inside, and Bo Qin’s tall figure appeared, then moved downstairs. Seeing Jian Dan asleep on the sofa, a soft expression flashed across his face, and he leaned close to Jian Dan’s small face.

He playfully pinched her cheek, "You said you’d wait to take me for a walk, where’s the walk now?"

Though his words were not polite, the way he carefully picked her up was quite cautious, as if he feared waking her. He gently held her in his arms, went upstairs, laid her in her own room, and only left after seeing her sleeping peacefully.

Sitting back in front of the screen, the people on the other side were silent as cicadas in winter.

"Continue."

Bo Qin’s soft voice sounded, and the dozen or so people opposite seemed to come back to their senses. Someone cautiously asked, "Mr. Bo, is there something wrong?"

Bo Qin glanced over lightly; even through the screen, his gaze made the questioner break out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

What courage did he muster?

Was this something he should ask about?

Wiping his sweat, his face turned pale, not expecting Bo Qin would seriously answer the question.

"Just had something to deal with earlier, it’s done now, let’s continue."

Seeing Bo Qin wasn’t pursuing it, the senior who asked let out a breath, and the meeting atmosphere immediately restored its seriousness.

Bo Qin was serious about work, and situations like leaving midway were rare or even unseen, but today’s disturbance didn’t leave much room for speculation.

The meeting lasted a full two hours before ending. Turning off the computer, Bo Qin felt exhausted. Over the past year, his work was relentless, continuously compressed, squeezing out time to visit Jian Dan in Greece and stay a couple of days.

He never thought he could go this far.

If even he didn’t understand what this meant, then wasn’t he just wasting his years?

Suddenly, he regretted why he initiated that two-year cold war back when Jian Dan liked him.

Now even if he liked Jian Dan, he didn’t know how to say it; he was embarrassed.

After continuously compressing his work, he didn’t feel tired, but relaxing at Jian Dan’s place, he felt overwhelming fatigue, and his body collapsed instantly. So the next morning, when Jian Dan prepared breakfast and went to call him to eat, she only found Bo Qin burning with a high fever, groggy.

Jian Dan was terrified.

In her eyes, Bo Qin had always been a powerful presence, invincible, omnipotent, like a god, resolving anything with ease.

But seeing him so weak, pale on the hospital bed, lips cracked, made her heart ache sharply.

She’d hardly ever seen such a Bo Qin, so fragile as if he could collapse at any moment.