After the divorce, the stand-in ex-wife exploded in the entertainment industry!

Mrs. Liu looked at her as if she were her savior, "Madam, you have to go upstairs to persuade Mr. Jiang.

"Mr. Jiang has a fever, but he keeps it in his bedroom and doesn't come out. He doesn't go to the hospital, and he doesn't let anyone in to visit."

"I'm almost worried to death. I gave Mr. Jiang some medicine, but we can't see anyone outside and don't know what's going on inside..."

Sister-in-law Liu stayed at Jiang's villa longer than she did and treated Jiang Muchi completely as her son.

The nervousness and worry at this moment are real.

Si Fuqing followed Mrs. Liu to the villa and was surprised, "Jiang Muqi has a fever?"

Isn't it his birthday party tonight?

Even though the villa was deserted, why did the birthday girl get a fever from the surgery?

Before Mrs. Liu could say anything, a small figure rushed to her like a cannonball in the living room of the villa and hugged her thigh.

"Mom! You are finally here!"

Jiang Leyan looked up at her, her eyes were red, her nose was pink, and her curled eyelashes were covered with transparent tears.

The voice was soft and waxy, "Mom, dad is sick!"

"Mom, you are here, he is finally saved! Wow, oh, oh, oh, daddy, please don't let anything happen..."

When Jiang Leyan saw her, her eyes became hot and she burst into tears.

Si Fuqing felt distressed and sad.

This child was raised by Jiang Muqi from a young age and had a deep relationship with Jiang Muqi. Jiang Muqi's illness probably frightened the little girl.

Si Fuqing picked up the child and wiped her tears gently.

"It's okay, Dad will be fine."

The little girl's eyes were as big as the flood gates, and her eyes were full of tears, and she was crying hard.

Si Fuqing hugged Jiang Leyan and coaxed her, and at the same time turned to look at Mrs. Liu, "What's going on with Jiang Muqi?"

She has been married to Jiang Muqi for three years and has never seen him fall ill.

Sister-in-law Liu said melancholy: "Mr. Jiang has been very busy at work recently. He worked on a project all night last night and stayed in the study all night. After dinner in the morning, he went back to the study and continued working. At the end of the day, even if

Even an iron man can’t hold his body.”

Jiang Leyan cried and said: "Mom, I just went up to see dad. Dad was lying on the bed. I called him, but he didn't respond. Dad will be fine, right?"

There is also a large cake placed on the coffee table in the living room.

The cake must have been bought by Jiang Muqi, but it was placed on the table untouched.

Apart from the cake, there was no birthday atmosphere in the villa.

Si Fuqing briefly glanced at the cake on the table, then carried Jiang Leyan up to the second floor.

Pushing open the bedroom door, the quilt on the bed was covered from head to toe, with only a little bit of Jiang Muqi's hair exposed.

Si Fuqing walked over and pulled the quilt off his head.

Under the quilt, Jiang Muqi was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and his breath was surprisingly hot.

Si Fuqing put the back of his hand on his forehead and touched it, the temperature burning his skin.

Do you really have a fever?

"Jiang Muqi?" Si Fuqing slapped him on the face. Jiang Muqi frowned deeply in his sleep and did not respond.

Jiang Leyan stood aside, her brows furrowed into small twists, "Huh! Dad is an adult, but he is not as good as Yan Yan. He doesn't take a good rest every night and doesn't eat on time! He deserves to be sick now!"

"Grandma said that people who are sick should get injections and take medicine! It's dad's turn today."

The little guy groaned angrily and said distressed words in a soft voice.

Si Fu couldn't help laughing as he listened.

He touched the top of her head and turned to go downstairs.

"Hey! Mom, where are you going?" Jiang Leyan was anxious, thinking she was leaving, so she followed her like a little tail.

Si Fuqing smiled, "You stay here, I'll go downstairs to get the medicine."

Jiang Leyan was relieved, nodded obediently, and said "oh".

Si Fuqing has lived in this villa for three years, and she can also find the medical box.

She quickly went upstairs with the medicine box and measured Jiang Muzhi's temperature. It was thirty-nine degrees eight. If she had come a little later, Jiang Muzhi would have fainted from the fever.

Si Fuqing gave Jiang Muqi antipyretic medicine and took a towel to apply on his forehead.

Jiang Leyan, with short arms and short legs, lay beside Jiang Muqi's bed, accompanying Si Fuqing, helping her run errands or twisting towels for her from time to time.

After working hard for two hours, the heat in Jiang Muqi's body finally subsided.

I used the thermometer again and it was already 38 degrees.

Si Fuqing looked at Jiang Leyan, who was lying on the edge of the bed, looking embarrassed and energetic.

He patted her head and said, "Let dad rest for a while."

Jiang Leyan did not hide her worry, "Then dad..."

Si Fuqing smiled softly, "It will be fine when Dad wakes up."

"Really?" Jiang Leyan was dubious.

Si Fuqing took her little hand and walked out, "I don't lie."

Knowing from Mrs. Liu that Jiang Muzhi had not eaten all day today, Si Fuqing decided to cook some food for Jiang Muzhi first.

When she put on her apron and started busy in the room, Jiang Leyan stood beside her, blinking and looking straight at her.

The eyes are surprising and novel.

"Mom, can you cook?"

Si Fuqing nodded, and Jiang Leyan followed her example and rolled up her sleeves, "Then I also want to cook with my mother."

Si Fuqing smiled. She prepared snacks for Jiang Leyan and put them on the coffee table in the living room. She also opened a cartoon that children loved to watch for Jiang Leyan to watch.

But the little guy eagerly followed her to the kitchen.

Si Fuqing took some flour and kneaded the noodles himself. When making soup, he added a poached egg and vegetables to make a simple bowl of longevity noodles.

When it was done, Jiang Leyan stared at the bubbling pot without blinking.

Si Fuqing also served a small bowl for the little one, letting her eat her fill first.

Jiang Leyanzhi ate snacks but couldn't hold them in his stomach. He only ate half a bowl and stopped.

But with bright eyes, she praised her, "My mother's noodles are the most delicious in the world, very fragrant!"

Si Fuqing went upstairs with the remaining bowl of noodles. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he heard Jiang Muqi's cell phone ringing.

Si Fuqing put down the bowl and picked up Jiang Muqi's mobile phone placed by the bedside.

The note name displayed above was Bai Xingchen. At the same time, a total of forty-seven missed calls popped up on the top of Jiang Muqi's screen. These missed calls were all from Bai Xingchen.

Si Fuqing hesitated and clicked to answer.

Bai Xingchen said anxiously: "Brother Mu Qi, what are you doing? Why did you answer my call so late?"

"Bai Xingchen." Si Fuqing's voice was quite calm, "Jiang Muqi has fallen asleep."

The next second, Bai Xingchen's breathing became rapid.

Si Fuqing later realized that what she just said was too ambiguous and led to people's imagination.

Sure enough, Bai Xingchen sneered bitterly, "Si Fuqing! You have already divorced brother Mu Qi, why do you still want to provoke brother Mu Qi?"

"You bitch, do you plan to spend your whole life by selling yourself and pestering brother Mu Qi?"

Si Fuqing originally wanted to explain the relationship between the two, but now he didn't want to talk to Bai Xingchen at all.

He hung up the phone directly and neatly.