After dinner, when the housekeeper collected and threw all the takeout containers in the bin, she walked up to the window and glanced outside the window. After she came back from throwing the trash away, she couldn't seem to sit still.
During dinner, Han Zhifan received a message from his secretary. After dinner, he opened his laptop, sat on the sofa, and started to work.
It was very quiet in the room. The wet nurse watched over Cheng Han as she sat by the bed. The housekeeper glanced over at Han Zhifan every now and then while tidying up.
As she did so, she continued to inadvertently glance out the window a few times. Every time she did so, she turned to look at Han Zhifan as though she wanted to say something.
Although Han Zhifan didn't look back at the housekeeper, he could sense she was looking at him non-stop while he was trying to read his emails.
He knew the housekeeper wanted to say something to him, but she didn't speak and he didn't ask.
After losing count of the number of times the housekeeper looked over at him, Han Zhifan finally couldn't take it anymore. Although he didn't look at the housekeeper, he flatly cried out while staring at his laptop screen, "Just say it. What's the matter?"
The housekeeper looked as though she was torn as she remained quiet for some time. Then she said in a quiet voice, "Mr. Han, she's downstairs."
Although the housekeeper didn't point out who "she" was, Han Zhifan instantly knew who she was talking about.
The pace of his hands typing on the keyboard gradually slowed down. Then he blankly said, "Oh." It was as though the housekeeper's words had nothing to do with him at all. He returned to his work.
The only sound in the room was Han Zhifan's typing on the keyboard.
The housekeeper glanced outside again then hesitantly spoke up again. "When I went to buy dinner, I bumped right into her. She stopped me again and asked about the young master's condition. I accidentally touched her hand and realized she was really hot. She must have a fever."
Han Zhifan didn't stop typing in the slightest as though he hadn't heard what the housekeeper said at all.
"What's more, when I was outside just now, I realized that today's weather was bad... like it's been raining all day." It seemed like God and the housekeeper made prior arrangements because after she said this, they heard the ear-splitting sound of thunder outside the window. Thereafter, raindrops crashed hard against the window.
"It really is raining... and it's raining pretty badly too..." The housekeeper ran up to the window again and glanced outside. "...Why's she still standing there...? Her forehead is injured and the rainwater is so dirty. She'll catch an infection that way..."
"...Mr. Han, why don't you let her take a look at the young master... after all, she's his biological mother. She must be more worried than anyone when she heard that the young master got sick. What if she really stands outside all night? If she dies like that, what..." said the housekeeper as she looked at Han Zhifan.
The sound of Han Zhifan's typing suddenly stopped. He raised his head and looked as though he was annoyed from the housekeeper's chatter. "Since you're so worried about her, how about you stay with her and get rained on outside!" exclaimed Han Zhifan coldly.
The housekeeper was so frightened by Han Zhifan's words that she immediately shut up.
The room entered another wall of silence.
Han Zhifan stared at the laptop monitor for a long time before getting back to work. Just as he typed a few words, the housekeeper hovered over the window and suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! Mr. Han! Miss Cheng's fainted!"