My Virtual Girlfriend-Chapter 466 Yang Rou Takes the Wrong Medicine

His method of verification was also very simple.

Even if Zhao Xuan’s name was filled in, there would be a result.

So there were only two possibilities.

One, the system would place this person in the scenario and simulate future changes to produce a result.

So, regardless of whether this person was dead or alive, capable or not, there would be a result.

Two, Zhao Xuan was not dead. Only then would the system be effective.

Therefore, all Chen Yan needed to do was to fill in the name of a deceased person to know the outcome.

Thinking this, Chen Yan couldn’t help but recall the well-known business moguls who had passed away in the past two years.

He then wrote one of their names on it.

After writing it, Chen Yan stared intently at the photograph, patiently waiting for the result.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

After what seemed like a long time, the text on the back of the photograph began to fade before Chen Yan’s eyes.

Eventually, the entire back of the photograph turned blank!

Chen Yan was taken aback.

He quickly crossed out the dead man’s name and rewrote Zhao Xuan’s name.

Moments later, the previous content reappeared.

To avoid the conclusion that the result was due to the impossibility of the deceased person taking control of the Zhao Group, Chen Yan thought for a moment, searched online for a reported high-ranking executive of the Zhao Family who had died, and filled in their name.

After writing this name, within moments, the back of the photograph turned blank just like at the beginning.

Chen Yan felt it was time to "close the case".

If a dead person was leading the company, the system would default to this "plan" having issues and therefore cancel any result.

And this finding conversely proved...

Zhao Xuan really had not died.

In that moment, Chen Yan got goosebumps once again.

He felt like he had truly never understood that chubby middle-aged man who always wore a beaming smile.

How could a man who controlled an eighth of the Zhao Group possibly be a naive "sweet simpleton," truly someone who could be driven to death and then leave his legacy to an incompetent figure...

With this thought, Chen Yan found himself facing another question.

So... where exactly had Zhao Xuan gone?

What had he been doing during this year of disappearance?

Even Zhao Ying was nowhere to be seen, and not taken care of.

Was he avoiding the limelight?

Or had he run off somewhere plotting something?

Chen Yan felt inundated with questions in his heart.

Furthermore, perhaps because he had discovered this matter, he even began to doubt the real purpose behind Zhao Xuan’s "entrusting his legacy".

Could it be that he anticipated Zhao Qingtian would investigate those billions and knew that the money couldn’t be taken with him, so he entrusted the funds to him?

On one hand, to foster gratitude towards himself, and on the other, to ensure he would be kind to Zhao Ying.

As for... whether Zhao Qingtian would come after the money later...

What difference did it make to Zhao Xuan if Zhao Qingtian was pursuing it?

If Chen Yan hadn’t discovered the fact that Zhao Xuan hadn’t died, he would have probably blamed everything on Zhao Qingtian.

After all... Zhao Xuan was just a poor soul driven to death.

Chen Yan had never thought so deeply about so many things before.

But now, because of Zhao Xuan’s fake death, Chen Yan had all these thoughts.

He didn’t know if he was overthinking things.

However, he could only interpret all this with malice.

With these thoughts, Chen Yan went to the living room, poured himself a glass of water, and while drinking, tried to calm his feelings.

Regardless of whether Zhao Xuan was dead or alive, Chen Yan’s plan against Zhao Qingtian would not change.

So, fretting over this was pointless now.

He reassessed the candidates in his heart and then decided to try to make contact with each one.

Also, to avoid Zhao Qingtian’s men, Chen Yan intended to meet them in person. He wanted to listen to their inner thoughts with the "inner heart headphones" and get to know their personalities.

Only after confirming that they could truly collaborate would he launch his own plan.

With these thoughts, Chen Yan returned to his study, tidied up everything he had done, put it all back in the safe, then washed up, went to bed, and slept.

The next morning, Chen Yan went to the company.

After arriving at the company, Chen Yan habitually handled the pressing work at hand, then picked up the desk phone and dialed Yang Rou’s office extension.

He planned to discuss his thoughts from the previous night with Yang Rou.

But strangely, while the phone kept ringing on the other end, Yang Rou didn’t answer.

Chen Yan hesitated for a moment, then hung up the phone.

He guessed that Yang Rou was in a meeting outside.

So, he made a call to Yang Rou’s secretary.

After a short while, the call was answered.

Chen Yan said, "Xiao Lew, where’s President Rou?"

Upon hearing Chen Yan’s words, Secretary Xiao Lew replied, "President Chen, President Rou took a leave today and didn’t come to the company."

"She didn’t come to the company?" Chen Yan hesitated.

Yang Rou was always one of the most diligent executives of the company. Her preference for hands-on involvement meant she had endless work.

Even on holidays, she would come to the company to deal with affairs.

And now, she wasn’t at work today?

Chen Yan couldn’t help but recall Yang Rou’s demeanor during their phone call the previous night...

Could it be that something happened at home?

With this thought, Chen Yan continued, "Did President Rou call you? Did she say anything?"

Secretary Xiao Lew thought for a moment, then said, "President Rou didn’t say much. She just mentioned she wasn’t feeling well, so she decided not to come in today."

"Afterward, she gave instructions on which types of documents could be handled by which director or deputy. Then she hung up."

"From her voice on the phone, she sounded somewhat weak."

Chen Yan hummed a response and hung up.

He thought for a moment and didn’t immediately call Yang Rou.

Instead, he called Qin Ming to arrange a meeting with the several Zhao Family candidates.

With Yang Rou away, the person Chen Yan most trusted and felt closest to was Qin Ming.

After giving instructions, Chen Yan tidied up his desk and left the company, driving straight home.

After parking the car in the underground garage, Chen Yan went upstairs.

He didn’t go home but instead arrived at Yang Rou’s door and knocked.

"Knock knock knock... Knock knock knock..."

The crisp knocking echoed through the corridor.

There was no response from inside.

Chen Yan hesitated: Could it be that Yang Rou wasn’t home?

Where could she be if not at home?

At this time, Nuan Nuan should have gone to school; she ought to be at home.

As Chen Yan was thinking this, a slightly weak voice finally came from inside the door, "Who is it?"

Hearing Yang Rou’s voice, Chen Yan felt somewhat relieved and said with a steady voice, "Sister Rou, it’s me, Chen Yan."

The sound of unlocking the door promptly followed upon hearing Chen Yan’s voice.

Moments later, the door opened.

Yang Rou, dressed in pajamas and looking somewhat haggard, stood at the doorway.

This was the first time Chen Yan saw Yang Rou like this. Her face was slightly flushed, while her lips were somewhat pale. Her normally sharp and spirited eyes now looked weak, as if she could barely keep them open.

She appeared sickly.

She lacked the usual icy corporate queen demeanor and exhibited a touch of a woman’s frailty.

Seeing Chen Yan, she attempted a slight smile and said, "President Chen, you’re here."

Chen Yan nodded, then walked in nonchalantly as if he belonged there, closing the door behind him and asking, "Are you sick?"

Yang Rou "Hmm"ed, walking inside the house while saying, "I’ve got a bit of a fever."

"A fever?" Chen Yan repeated, and then he pulled her back, reaching out to touch her forehead.

Yang Rou’s forehead was somewhat hot.

Chen Yan’s brow furrowed as he asked, "Have you been to the hospital?"

It’s unknown whether Chen Yan’s gesture was too intimate, but Yang Rou’s face turned even redder.

She gently freed her hand from Chen Yan’s grip and shook her head, "No."

"But I took some medicine."

As she spoke, she pointed to the medicine on the coffee table.

Chen Yan walked over and picked up her medicine.

It was a strip of capsules, with "Cephalosporin" written on it.

A question mark popped up in Chen Yan’s head.

Was cephalosporin for treating fever?

He could not remember it having that effect.

He took out his phone and checked...

Well, turn out Yang Rou had taken the wrong medicine!

Chen Yan looked at Yang Rou.

She was now curled up on the sofa, covered with a blanket, holding an e-reader, and reading.

However, from her bleary eyes, it seemed she wasn’t really absorbing much of her reading.

Chen Yan said to her, "Sister Rou, you’ve taken the wrong medicine."

Yang Rou was obviously not feeling well from the fever.

Hearing Chen Yan’s words, she responded a bit sluggishly with "Huh?" and then looked at Chen Yan with weakened eyes and asked, "I took the wrong one?"

Seeing her naturally dazed expression, Chen Yan found her somewhat cute for a moment.

It turned out that the ice queen reigning over the workplace was such a newbie in life.

"The medicine is for treating inflammation. It can’t help reduce a fever," Chen Yan explained.

"Of course, if you’re sure your fever is caused by a bacterial infection then it’s appropriate."

Saying this, Chen Yan asked, "How did you get the fever? Did you catch a cold?"

When he asked this, Yang Rou fell silent.

She leaned against the back of the sofa, looking at Chen Yan with her tender eyes.

Chen Yan: .....

"Forget it. Where’s your medicine cabinet at home? I’ll see what you can take."

This time, Yang Rou responded.

She pointed towards a little white box under the TV cabinet.

Chen Yan walked over, opened the box, and began to look for what medicine she could take.

From the sofa behind him, Yang Rou began to speak up as if opening up a conversation. She slowly said, "At home, it’s Nuan Nuan who always looks after me."

"What sickness I have, what medicine to take. She tells me everything."

"I just remember that once when I had a fever, she gave me cephalosporin. That’s why I took it this time."

Chen Yan nodded and said, "Perhaps that time you were injured, and the infection of the wound caused the fever."

Yang Rou, still leaning against the sofa with a small blanket around her, said somberly, "I was indeed injured that time."

Chen Yan said while looking for medicine, "Then it makes sense."

"Fever can have different causes; you can’t just take one kind of medicine."

Yang Rou silently nodded her head.

After a while, Chen Yan found the right medicine, poured a cup of water for Yang Rou, and helped her take it.

After taking the medicine, Yang Rou seemed much more comfortable.

She said "Thank you" to Chen Yan and then lay back down on the sofa.

Seeing this, Chen Yan decided not to stay any longer. He said, "Sister Rou, you should rest early. I’m going back now."

He added, "You’ve been sick these past few days, so just stay home and get well."

"When you’re feeling better, then come back to the company."

Yang Rou looked at Chen Yan with her beautiful eyes and said, "Okay. Thank you President Chen."

Chen Yan just smiled and didn’t say anything.

Ever since the misunderstanding with Yang Rou had been cleared up, he no longer held any grudges against her.

Thus, taking care of this subordinate, who cared for him and had made significant contributions, was something Chen Yan willingly did.

Thinking so, Chen Yan stood up, ready to leave.

However, just as he stood, Yang Rou suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand.

Perhaps due to the fever, her hand was cold. Holding it in Chen Yan’s, it was somewhat pitiful.

Chen Yan couldn’t help but look down at her.

Yang Rou looked up at him and said, "Can you keep me company a little longer?"

Considering his schedule for the day, there wasn’t anything urgent, so he nodded and sat back down, "Sure. I’ll spend a few more minutes with you."

Hearing Chen Yan joke, a faint smile appeared on Yang Rou’s face, "With your wealth and income, a few minutes might not even be worth a millisecond."

"I’ll give you a discount," said Chen Yan with a smile.

"And it’ll be a fracture kind of discount."

Hearing Chen Yan’s words, Yang Rou’s smile grew even happier.

After laughing, she shifted closer to Chen Yan.

Perhaps being ill made one more emotional. The normally distant and restrained Yang Rou was now leaning her head on Chen Yan’s shoulder.

And then she half-leaned against him, her weight pressing on one side of Chen Yan’s body.

Chen Yan’s body stiffened momentarily.

Because her matured body, separated from his by only three layers of cloth, that softness of a young woman, that aroma full of feminine charm, all made his bloodstream race a little faster.

Since the misunderstanding with Yang Rou was resolved, Chen Yan harbored no ill feelings toward her any longer.

Thus, caring for this subordinate who liked him and who had indeed made significant contributions was something Chen Yan did with willingness.

While thinking this, Chen Yan started to stand up, ready to leave.

However, as he just got up, Yang Rou reached out suddenly and took hold of his hand.

Perhaps because of the fever, Yang Rou’s hand was cold, grasping in Chen Yan’s, it was kind of heartbreaking.

Chen Yan involuntarily looked down at her.

Yang Rou looked up at him and said, "Can you stay with me a little longer?"

Chen Yan considered his duties for the day; nothing urgent awaited, so he nodded and sat back down, "That’s fine. I will chat with you a little longer."

Hearing Chen Yan’s lighthearted words, a shallow smile crossed Yang Rou’s face, "Considering your net worth and earnings, a little longer might not buy even a millisecond’s worth of your time."

Chen Yan uttered laughingly, "I’ll give you a discount."

"And a bone-breaking kind of discount, at that."

Yang Rou’s smile widened even more at Chen Yan’s remark.

After the laughter, she shifted a bit towards Chen Yan.

It was uncertain whether illness made one more sentimental, but the ordinarily cool and controlled Yang Rou, this time, surprisingly rested her head against Chen Yan’s shoulder.

Then her entire body half-leaned against Chen Yan, her weight pressing down on half of his body.

Chen Yan’s body seized up for a moment.

Because her mature body was separated from his by only a mere three layers of clothing—her softness, that aroma filled with feminine allure, it all caused his blood to flow a tad faster.

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