Wendy Fang suddenly looked up, startled as she stared at Winston Fan.
Winston Fan suddenly realized this excuse was perfect—it would help him avoid all those unwanted admirers.
Trying to win over his mom is really no easy task.
Except for Yina Yin, who naturally has the best reputation, Mrs. Fan doesn’t really like other girls.
Winston Fan continued, "In our family, my mom’s status is way up there—absolutely unquestionable. So, if you want to be our daughter-in-law, the first hurdle is getting past my mom. Wendy, since you said you’d work hard, then work hard to win her over. As long as my mom approves of you, I’ll agree to date you."
Wendy Fang opened her mouth, speechless.
She’d only said it offhand—how did Winston Fan take it so seriously?
Mrs. Fan already doesn’t like her, so how could she possibly win her over?
Isn’t he doing this on purpose?
Looks like chasing after her senior is going to be a long road!
Winston Fan saw that Wendy Fang was silent. He figured she’d finally realized how tough it was and was ready to give up. He spoke, "Alright, it’s getting late. You should get some rest."
Just as Winston Fan was about to get up, Wendy Fang quickly said, "It’s already so dark outside, and it’s still raining. Why don’t you just stay? Anyway... anyway, Miss Yin has already left with someone else, and there’s nothing urgent at the company..."
Wendy Fang’s voice grew softer and softer, her cheeks were unusually flushed.
Winston Fan glanced at the sky outside. The weather really wasn’t good, so he naturally agreed to stay the night.
Neither of them said another word for the rest of the night.
Early the next morning, just as Winston Fan was about to leave, he heard the door to the next room click open.
Wendy Fang’s face was still unusually flushed as she staggered out. "Senior Winston, you’re up. Have you eaten yet? I’ll make you breakfast..."
As she walked, Wendy’s legs suddenly gave out and she collapsed to the floor.
"Wendy! Wendy!" Winston Fan was startled and rushed over to help her up, discovering her whole body was burning up—she had a high fever!
"Why do you push yourself like this?" Winston Fan sighed, didn’t waste any words, and carried Wendy Fang straight to the hospital.
After paying and getting her on an IV drip, Winston Fan stayed by her side.
He couldn’t go to the office, so he had his secretary deliver the files to the hospital and worked on-site.
Wendy Fang woke up groggily and saw Winston Fan still there. Her anxious heart finally settled. Hoarsely, she whispered, "Senior Winston..."
Winston Fan put down his files and asked, "You’re awake?"
Wendy glanced at the IV in her hand and said, "Did you bring me to the hospital?"
"Who else would it be?"
"Senior Winston, are you still mad at me?" Wendy looked at him with grievance. "I really know I was wrong."
"As long as you know. I’ve already arranged for you to be admitted—just rest here and get better." Winston Fan stood up, looking like he was about to leave.
Wendy quickly called out, "Senior Winston, wait!"
"What is it?"
"I was supposed to go back to work today," Wendy Fang said, biting her lip. "But in my condition... could you help me ask for leave from Yulan Estates?"
Winston Fan nodded, "Sure."
Only then did Wendy Fang smile a little, a faint blush appearing on her pale face.
Because she was sick, her beautiful eyes were misty—she really did look pitiful.
Winston Fan couldn’t help but soften a little.
After all, she’s just a young girl.
Just to see him, she braved the pouring rain and came to the office, only to get scolded by him for so long.
Even now, sick as she is, she’s still so cautious.
She was pampered growing up, but in front of him, she tries so hard to please.
Even though Winston Fan doesn’t like her, it’s hard not to be moved by her gentle sincerity.
"Thank you, Senior Winston." Wendy Fang said, closing her eyes.
She really was exhausted.
After Winston Fan left the hospital room, he called Yina Yin: "I’m here to help Wendy Fang ask for sick leave. She got caught in the rain last night and came down with a fever."
Yina Yin laughed, "You really came all the way here to ask for something so minor? Alright, I’ll let Mr. Steward know—she won’t get her pay docked."
Winston Fan hesitated, then asked, "Do I really have no chance?"
Yina Yin teased him, "Mr. Fan isn’t the type to two-time!"
Winston Fan laughed along, not bothering to explain.
When it came to pursuing Yina Yin, he’d always thought: if it works, great; if not, that’s fine too.
Now that Yina Yin had said this, chasing her any further would just be bad form.
Winston Fan said immediately, "Well then, here’s to a good partnership!"