Chapter 304: Chapter 304 Do You Know How to Drive?
An Mi was startled by the little one’s words.
Even Su He, who was driving, glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
“You have a boyfriend?”
This question was asked by An Rui.
An Mi helplessly replied, “No, how could I possibly have a boyfriend.”
Then, she reached out to pinch Su Baobao’s little cheek, saying, “Little one, you mustn’t spread rumors about your aunt, your aunt is innocent.”
Su Baobao stuck out her little tongue and giggled, “Auntie, I was just blabbering, it was a casual question, don’t be nervous. Besides, Auntie, you are an adult, it’s normal to have a boyfriend, isn’t it? Mommy and grandpa won’t say anything about you either.”
“Right, Mommy?” The little one even turned her head to look at the driver’s seat and asked Su He.
Su He glanced at An Mi and simply said, “Just don’t let it affect your studies.”
Other than that, she didn’t say anything more.
The place Su He booked for dinner was Taoyao Inn.
When they arrived at Taoyao Inn, Jiang Yan had already arrived ahead of them.
When Su He saw Wan Muqi in the private room, she was taken aback, as was An Mi, while only An Rui was excited.
“Mr. Mu Qi, what are you doing here?”
This question was also what Su He and An Mi wanted to know.
Today’s gathering was considered a family banquet of the An Family, and with Wan Muqi being an outsider, his presence here was indeed a bit surprising.
And it felt somewhat out of place.
Su He looked at Jiang Yan, asking with her eyes, what’s going on?
The man shook his head, indicating that he did not know either.
He really didn’t know, when he arrived, Wan Muqi was already here.
“You child, what are you saying?” An Chengyuan chided.
Then he added, “Mr. Mu Qi is here by my invitation; he has done a big favor for An Group, and I happened to want to treat him to a meal, and it coincided with today’s date. I thought since he knows Ah Yan and Susu, we might as well include him.”
An Chengyuan was today’s main character; it was his right to invite whoever he wanted, so Su He didn’t say anything either.
Su He sat down next to Jiang Yan, and the man raised his eyebrows towards her, as if to say, “See, I told you it had nothing to do with me.”
With seven seats perfectly available, Wan Muqi sat to the right of An Chengyuan, and An Rui originally wanted to sit in the empty seat to An Chengyuan’s left, but Su He arranged for him to sit next to the empty seat beside Wan Muqi, leaving An Mi to sit next to An Chengyuan.
Wan Muqi also didn’t come empty-handed, he brought An Chengyuan a jade Buddha statue worth eight million.
And he hit the mark, because An Chengyuan does love collecting antique jade pieces.
This was something Su He found out after going home, when Jiang Yan mentioned it.
After dinner, An Chengyuan was so happy, he drank a bit too much.
In all those years, he had never been as happy as he was today.
With his children and grandson around, it was hard not to be happy.
The only imperfection was that his wife was no longer with him.
Su Wanqiu’s death was the biggest pain in his life, as well as his deepest regret that he couldn’t make amends for.
“Susu, I’m sorry, it’s my incompetence that harmed your mother. If only I had discovered Grandma’s conspiracy earlier, you and your mother wouldn’t be separated by life and death, and our family wouldn’t have missed out on so much time together.” An Chengyuan, while holding back tears, held Su He’s hand, full of remorse.
Su He wasn’t the kind of person who knew how to comfort others, nor did she know what to say.
All she could do was pat his shoulder and say, “It’s all in the past.”
Thankfully, there were the two grown men, An Rui and Jiang Yan, around.
Otherwise, she really wouldn’t have been able to handle a drunken An Chengyuan.
As they were talking, he tried to kneel before Su He, which frightened her into quickly standing up and holding him.
“Dad, don’t cry, sister doesn’t blame you.” An Rui also held him, “Dad, please don’t kneel; my sister can’t bear it, it’s as if you’re shortening her life.”
“…”
After the meal, Wan Muqi took the initiative to say, “How about I drive An Chengyuan back home?”
He was now calling Mr. An by “Uncle An” directly, instead of Mr. An.
“The two of you still have to take the child back home, it’s getting late, driving around in circles would be a waste of time,” he said.
Jiang Yan didn’t have any objections; he looked to Su He, clearly asking for her opinion.
“Isn’t Jiang Feng here?” Su He said.
The implication was: Jiang Feng could take him.
“Mr. Wan, you’ve had a bit to drink today too, it’s better not to drive.” Su He added, “Don’t get caught, it doesn’t leave a good impression; being responsible for yourself is also being responsible for others.”
She made a good point, and Wan Muqi couldn’t argue.
Wan Muqi: “Sister-in-law is right, I wasn’t considerate.”
Su He: “Jiang Qi, you take Mr. Wan home.”
Jiang Qi: “Yes, Young Madam.”
“Sister, what about you?” An Mi asked.
“I didn’t drink, I can drive myself,” Su He said.
“…”
Su He watched them get into the car and leave before turning to get into her own car.
In the car, Su Baobao had already fallen asleep in Jiang Yan’s arms.
Jiang Yan looked at her and asked softly, “Wife, why do I feel like you were guarding against Wan like he was a thief?”
Su He buckled her seatbelt and glanced at the rearview mirror, retorting, “Really?”
“I wasn’t lying just now. He really did drink, didn’t he?”
Jiang Yan: “Yeah, everything you said was correct.”
Su He: “I’m curious though, why do your brothers seem to have a thing for the people around you?”
Jiang Yan: “…”
He was puzzled by this question too!
Lu Zhiyang and Jing Xuan, Gu Beiyan and Jiang You, and now there was the suspected Wan Muqi and An Mi—each one of them setting their sights on someone close.
The first two pairs were passable as their age gap wasn’t significant, but Wan and his little niece’s age difference was quite substantial, and most importantly, the niece was still a freshman in college.
“I know what you’re worried about, don’t worry, with me around, An Mi will be fine,” Jiang Yan assured.
…
An Family.
After settling Mr. An, An Mi returned to her room.
She lay on the sofa and glanced at the bag containing the suit hanging nearby.
When she had seen him in the private room earlier, she had thought about returning his clothes, but there were too many people, and she felt embarrassed to bring it up.
Otherwise, if her sister asked about it later, she wouldn’t be able to explain clearly.
Until the end of the meal, she hadn’t found the opportunity to return them to him.
It seemed she had to find another time to do so.
Then, she picked up her phone, found the WeChat contact labeled “Mr. Wan” and sent a message.
An Mi: “Mr. Wan, are you free tomorrow? I’ll return the clothes to you.”
Less than a minute after sending it, she received a reply.
Mr. Wan: “Hmm, alright.”
An Mi: “Will you come to the school tomorrow? Or should I bring it to your law firm?”
Mr. Wan: “The law firm.”
An Mi: “Okay.”
After thinking for a bit, she composed another message: “Mr. Wan, if your headache persists, remember to drink some honey water before sleeping when you get back.”
Wan Muqi, seeing this message, had a hint of a smile in his eyes behind his glasses, his lips curving slightly upwards.
“Alright.”
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The next day.
An Mi had no classes in the morning, so after leaving the An Family, she went straight to the law firm.
But once she arrived at the law firm, she realized that without an appointment, she couldn’t get in.
She had no choice but to call Wan Muqi.
After the first call with no answer, she dialed a second time.
It rang several times before it was finally picked up.
Soon, a hoarse voice came from the other end of the line: “Hello, who is this?”
An Mi paused, “Mr. Wan, it’s me, An Mi.”
Wan Muqi: “Oh, what’s up?”
An Mi bit her lower lip and asked, “What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?”
His voice sounded off to her.
Immediately after, she heard the man on the other end coughing several times.
The man’s voice became even huskier and seemed somewhat listless: “It’s nothing, just a slight cold. I’ll be fine after some sleep.”
An Mi: “No, you should take some cold medicine or effervescent powder before you sleep. Do you have any cold medicine at home? You should get up and take some first.”
Wan Muqi: “No need, I’m fine. It’s not the first time, as long as I’m not dying. Just hand the clothes to the front desk staff, and hurry back to your school.”
An Mi: “…”
“Do you not have medicine at home?” she inquired.
“Cough cough…” The man coughed a few more times: “I should have some, but I’ve never used it, so I don’t know where it is.”
“…”
Then most likely there was none, or if there was, it had already expired.
“Wait at home then, I’ll go buy some at the pharmacy and bring it over to you.”
After saying that, she didn’t wait for the man on the phone to respond, hung up quickly, and hurriedly left the law firm.
She remembered him mentioning where he lived; fortunately, she had a good memory and still remembered it.
After purchasing the medicine from a nearby pharmacy, she took a taxi straight to his residential complex.
But when she arrived at the entrance, she realized that only the residents could enter, so she had to make a phone call.
“Mr. Wan, I’m at the gate of your complex, I can’t get in, or should I ask the security uncle to bring it to you?” An Mi said.
Wan Muqi said: “Wait a moment, I’ll make a call.”
After that, he hung up the phone.
It wasn’t long before the security uncle at the guardhouse received a call, and then he came out.
The security uncle looked at her with a smile: “Young lady, you can go in now.”
The security uncle opened the access control for her.
An Mi bent slightly, said thanks, and then walked inside.
After walking a few steps, she saw the specific location sent to her by Wan Muqi, and she went back.
She looked at the security uncle somewhat embarrassedly and asked, “Uncle, how do I get to Building C?”
The complex was too big, and if she had to check for signs and find each place, it would waste time.
The security uncle gave her directions: “Go straight, then there’s a turn, pass Building A, turn right, and after about ten minutes, you will see a very large flower bed, across from that is Building C.”
An Mi: “Okay, thank you, Uncle.”
After reaching Building C, she saw the tall figure standing at the entrance of Building C from afar.
“Why did you come down?” An Mi asked as she approached.
The man looked pale, and his lips were also somewhat colorless.
With how he looked, how could he not take medicine?
This shouldn’t be just a cold, right?
“Are you running a fever?” An Mi asked.
As she asked, she naturally stretched out her hand to touch his forehead, but she realized that she was not tall enough unless he bent down.
The man was one meter eighty-seven, and she was only one meter sixty-seven.
However, the next second she realized that this gesture was somewhat intimate, so she immediately retracted her hand.
Wan Muqi didn’t say anything but just nodded and casually said: “Maybe, I’m not very clear.”
An Mi felt inexplicably a little angry after hearing his words.
Are all men like this?
So careless about their own health!
“Mr. Wan, although cold and fever are not serious illnesses, they also cannot be ignored. Sometimes they can also be fatal,” she said with a somewhat strong tone.
Wan Muqi was stunned, “Are you angry?”
An Mi didn’t dare to look at him, “No, I’m not the one who’s sick, why would I be angry?”
That was the first time he’d seen her with a stern face, sulking, since he had known her for so long.
He chuckled lightly and raised his hand to naturally touch her head, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, I won’t die.”
“Let’s go, we should head up. There’s one lift per household here, and you can’t go up without a card,” he explained, which is why he came down to wait for her.
An Mi responded with an “Oh,” then followed him into the elevator.
After getting in, the elevator started moving, and she realized, why was she following him upstairs?
She could have just given him the medicine, right?
But now that she was already inside…
After reaching the 20th floor, the elevator doors opened and Wan Muqi went out first. From the corner of his eye, he saw that she didn’t follow.
He turned to look at her and asked, “Why aren’t you coming out?”
An Mi handed the bag in her hand to him, “Well, I won’t go in. The medicine is all here; you can just take it according to the instructions.”
Wan Muqi lowered his gaze to look at her slender, fair hand, then shifted his gaze to her pure, unadorned face.
“Only I live in my house,” he said.
An Mi was confused: “Huh?”
The man said no more, turned around, left, and went into the house.
An Mi stood there, bag of medicine still in hand, stunned for a few seconds before stepping forward to follow him.
“Just sit anywhere. If you’re thirsty, go pour yourself some water.”
The man sat on the sofa, looking like he didn’t want to move.
An Mi looked around; it was quite tidy, just a bit desolate, indeed looking like only he lived there.
“I’m not thirsty, do you have a thermometer at home?” An Mi asked.
The man replied: “I should, but I don’t know where the housekeeper placed it, could you maybe go find it?”
Hearing this, An Mi had no choice but to look for it herself.
She went straight to look near the television cabinet; typically, medicine boxes and the like are kept here.
After searching for a while, she indeed found it.
She took a quick glance at the contents of the medicine box, indeed, they were all expired.
There’s no electronic thermometer here, only one mercury thermometer.
She shook it a few times before handing it to him.
“Put it under your armpit, ten minutes.” She said.
Wan Muqi took it, doing as she instructed.
An Mi noticed that his complexion was poor and said, “Close your eyes and rest for a while, I’ll call you when time’s up.”
“Okay.”
After he closed his eyes to rest, An Mi turned around and went over to the Central Island.
Then, she poured a cup of warm water, came back, sat down, and took out the medicine from the medicine bag.
Having prepared everything, she worried he’d catch a chill. Right behind her was a small blanket, which she picked up and covered him with.
Wan Muqi hadn’t fallen asleep; upon feeling someone approach, he instinctively opened his eyes.
Their eyes met.
An Mi was still bent over, hands grasping the edge of the blanket, unsure whether to lay it down or not.
She froze in place, thinking he disliked others getting close.
She explained, “That, I’m afraid you’ll get cold later, so I wanted to cover you with a blanket.”
Wan Muqi: “Thank you.”
An Mi: “No need to be polite.”
“…”
Ten minutes later.
She hadn’t called him yet, but he woke up on his own.
He took out the thermometer, glanced at it himself, and handed it to her.
An Mi looked at it, “Thirty-nine degrees.”
She was startled.
“Oh my god, your fever is so high, and you still said you were okay.”
“This won’t do, get up quickly, I’ll go with you to the hospital for an IV.”
As she spoke, she also reached out to help him up.
It was as if she was afraid he would pass away the next second.
Seeing her flustered, Wan Muqi couldn’t resist but smile, then he took hold of her.
His voice was hoarse, “Don’t panic, it’s just a fever. I’ll take some antipyretics first, and if it doesn’t work, then we’ll go to the hospital. It’s not a big deal.”
“Besides, aren’t you a medical student? What could happen to me with you here?”
An Mi frowned, “I’m just a freshman and have only learned some basics. I’m nowhere close to being a doctor, how can you so casually entrust your life to me!”
Wan Muqi: “Because it’s you.”
So it’s worth trusting.
The latter half of the sentence, he didn’t say out loud.
He had said it subconsciously, and only after saying it did he realize it felt inappropriate.
Then he added, “Your sister’s medical skills are so good, and you are sisters, so the genes should be the same, right?”
An Mi: “I’m not even half as good as her, how can I compare to my sister? Come on, get up, it’s safer to go to the hospital.”
As Wan Muqi couldn’t argue with her, he had no choice but to follow her words.
Underground parking garage.
Wan Muqi asked, “Can you drive?”
An Mi: “I have a license, but I’ve never actually driven on the road. How about we just take a taxi instead?”
Although she had a license, she didn’t dare to drive.
And if the car was wrecked, she couldn’t afford to compensate for it.
Not only the car, but she couldn’t afford to compensate if anything happened to him either.
“Then you drive.”
The man completely ignored the latter half of her sentence, tossing the car keys to her and getting into the passenger seat.
An Mi: “…”
Did he not hear what she just said?
“No, I mean, although I have a license, I’ve never driven on the road, I’m scared to.”
“Don’t worry, I’m here, nothing will happen. Just drive with confidence.”
“…”
She truly wasn’t confident in herself, she had no confidence in herself at all, well okay…
“Do you lawyers all have such big guts? But I’m timid, I can’t afford your car, your life…”
An Mi muttered to herself.
Otherwise, why would anyone entrust their life to someone unreliable?
Wan Muqi: “…”