Thinking of this, Lin He couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat. Not daring to delay any longer, he took a deep breath and blurted out the remaining words in one go:
“The young masters were bullied at school today, and Madam personally went to handle it. When Madam returned, she seemed quite furious and ended up falling ill. However, the young masters are perfectly fine.”
After a pause, his voice grew even softer as he continued somewhat apprehensively: “Additionally, Madam seems to have agreed to the young masters’ request to… to participate in a variety show recording…”
The more he spoke, the weaker his voice became, until he finally fell completely silent.
Lin He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Ji Huaiqing’s expression any longer, his heart pounding like a mischievous rabbit drumming wildly.
In his view, this matter wasn’t particularly serious, but it wasn’t trivial either.
Yet Lin He could vaguely sense that the family head seemed somewhat angry, though he believed it must be because of the young masters.
As for Madam falling ill from anger, he understood perfectly well that even if the family head and Madam shared no affection, Madam was still the family head’s wife.
For Madam to be treated disrespectfully outside and fall ill was, to some extent, equivalent to slapping the family head in the face.
So, perhaps the family head’s anger was also somewhat related to this?
However, what followed made Lin He feel thoroughly embarrassed.
After hearing the entire story from beginning to end, Ji Huaiqing merely frowned slightly, his face showing no significant change in expression.
His demeanor suggested that Lin He had merely reported some ordinary, insignificant matter that had nothing to do with him.
Then Ji Huaiqing spoke, his voice still carrying that indifferent coldness, devoid of any warmth: “Let her be… As for the school… have them give me an explanation.”
Upon hearing this, Lin He’s eyes widened in surprise, barely managing to control his expression. He instinctively wanted to look up and properly observe his usually enigmatic Master.
He couldn’t help but complain inwardly: That’s your wife, your nominal spouse!
How could you dismiss it so lightly with just a ‘let her be’?
However, Lin He quickly understood.
Their family head had always been like an emotionless, cold Robot focused solely on handling various affairs.
In the family head’s eyes, everything in the world seemed to be treated with equal indifference—nothing particularly moved him.
If the family head were ever to fly into a rage because Madam or the young masters were bullied, it would truly be as rare as red rain falling from the sky.
Having figured this out, Lin He instantly became completely calm.
Not daring to utter another word, he silently withdrew from the office and carefully closed the door, as if afraid of disturbing the cold family head inside.
When the office was once again enveloped in silence, Ji Huaiqing, who had been as still as a statue, finally moved.
He reached out and picked up his phone from the desk. As the screen lit up, Ji Huaiqing’s gaze fell upon the last message Ye Shuang had sent him, a hint of unfathomable emotion flashing in his eyes.
A moment later, Ji Huaiqing’s slender fingers deftly slid across the phone screen as he dialed the Butler’s number.
“Hello, it’s me.”
Ji Huaiqing’s deep voice came through the receiver, carrying his innate authority.
The Old Butler immediately softened his tone upon hearing the voice: “Master…”
Ji Huaiqing slightly furrowed his brows and asked in a flat tone, “How is she?”
He held no affection for Ye Shuang, but as his nominal wife, it was only proper for him to inquire about her condition.
Especially since she had fallen ill while dealing with matters concerning Ji Li and Ji Zhou.
Recalling Ye Shuang’s frail figure that seemed as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind, Ji Huaiqing’s frown deepened.
With such a fragile, ragdoll-like physique, Ji Huaiqing doubted she could truly manage to care for herself while looking after two children on the show.
“…”
The Old Butler was momentarily dazed, instinctively pulling the phone away to confirm the caller. Indeed, it was his typically aloof master.
He couldn’t help but curl his lips into a gratified smile and whispered, “The mistress’s fever has subsided. The doctor said she should be fine by tomorrow.”
Ji Huaiqing gave a soft “Hmm,” paused briefly, then added, “About the variety show… tell her not to indulge Ji Li and Ji Zhou too much. They’re not little anymore.”
“Yes, Master. However, the mistress seems quite happy about it and doesn’t appear to be forcing herself. Moreover, the young masters are especially thrilled.”
The call fell into a brief silence before Ji Huaiqing finally spoke slowly, “…Let it be then.”
“Understood, Master.”
The Old Butler replied gently, waiting until the busy tone signaled the end of the call before cheerfully putting away his phone.
He instinctively glanced toward the direction of the master bedroom on the second floor, where two little figures stood quietly—Ji Li and Ji Zhou.
The Old Butler smiled softly and said in a hushed voice, “The master doesn’t object. Young masters, it’s time for bed.”
“Yay… Mhmm!”
The two little ones nearly cheered in excitement upon hearing this but quickly covered their mouths, remembering that Ye Shuang was already resting.
Then, like two adorable little kittens, they tiptoed quietly toward their own rooms.
They seemed to have completely forgotten that the soundproofing in their house was excellent; even if they cheered a few times, it wouldn’t disturb Ye Shuang.
The next morning at nine, sunlight gently streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting bright patterns on the bedroom floor.
Ye Shuang remained lazily in bed, her body still weak and limp from the high fever the day before, as if all her strength had been drained.
However, after a night’s rest, she had slept enough.
Yet, a deep-seated laziness lingered, making her reluctant to get up. She lay idly in bed, scrolling through her phone.
As she swiped through the screen, a notification from her newly appointed top agent, Sister Wang, caught her eye on WeChat.
Ye Shuang stared at it and couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.
Her heart tangled with conflict, and she rolled weakly under the covers, countless thoughts of backing out flashing through her mind.
But the moment she recalled her promise to the little dumplings and met their sparkling, eager eyes, she simply couldn’t bring herself to break her word.
After all, in her heart, a promise was a promise, even if it was made to children.
At this thought, Ye Shuang couldn’t help but inwardly complain about her current body.
She had known this body wasn’t in great condition, but she never expected it to be this terrible—even worse than the original owner’s initial state.
Back then, the original owner had only suffered from some innate physical weakness. But now?
Just stepping outside and catching a slight breeze was enough to make her fall ill upon returning!