The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me-Chapter 2090 - 2612-2613: Caring

"Find out as quickly as possible," Fan Er said.

"Understood."

Fan Er had a feeling that something interesting was happening.

While there was intense competition on one side, the hospital atmosphere was warm and cozy.

Ye Ranran had practically put everything on hold just to be by Jun Mochan’s side every day.

She poured tea, fetched water, wiped his face, and gave him massages.

She did everything, whether it needed doing or not.

Seeing her running up and down, Jun Mochan’s eyes showed his distress: "You should rest a bit."

"It’s fine, I’m just hanging up your clothes."

Jun Mochan had a mild obsession with cleanliness, and his clothes needed to be changed daily.

To make things easier, Ye Ranran had a washing machine installed in the room. Fortunately, the bathroom was large enough to fit two washing machines.

No caregivers were hired at the hospital, and no servants were arranged, so Ye Ranran handled these tasks personally.

Wearing a loose-fitting shirt, Ye Ranran hung the clothes on the rack and finally used a pole to hoist them up.

The sunlight shone on her fair face, and soon, tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Her right hand wasn’t very agile, so she did things slowly. Even when holding the pole, she used her left hand, with her right hand assisting.

Over the years, she had become more accustomed to using her left hand, except for writing, where she still used her right hand.

Jun Mochan had asked Shen Yuzhe more than once, but he was told there was no solution.

Health is something money can’t buy.

After hanging the clothes, Ye Ranran returned to Jun Mochan’s side and picked up an orange, waving it in front of him: "Do you want some?"

Jun Mochan shook his head, pulled out a tissue, and wiped her sweat.

"Hot?"

"It’s okay." Ye Ranran took a tissue herself and wiped her face randomly.

Today, she wore no makeup, her face still a bit pale, but from the exercise, her cheeks were a little flushed.

Jun Mochan couldn’t resist and pinched her cheeks.

"What are you doing?" Ye Ranran knocked his hand away.

"Hire a maid to help, hmm?"

"No need, isn’t having me look after you enough?" Ye Ranran rested her chin on the side of the bed, looking up at him, her clear eyes reflecting his figure.

"I don’t want you to be too tired." Jun Mochan brushed her hair, the fine strands slipping through his fingers with a silky softness that made him play with a couple more strands.

"I’m not tired. Doing what I love doesn’t make me tired."

Usually, he took care of her, and she had never taken care of him. Now she finally had the chance, and she didn’t want to miss it.

"You’re getting dark circles, and still saying you’re not tired. If this continues, you’ll easily turn into a yellow-faced woman." Jun Mochan teased her.

"So what if I become a yellow-faced woman? Are you saying you wouldn’t want me anymore?" Ye Ranran retorted fiercely.

"How could I not want you?" Jun Mochan had a terrified look on his face.

"It’s obvious you’re despising me."

"It’s not that I’m despising you, but you don’t need to tire yourself out like this." Jun Mochan ruffled her hair: "Be good, okay?"

"I’m your wife; taking care of you is my duty. Am I really that bad?" Ye Ranran started doubting herself again.

Her cooking skills might be lacking, but surely she could take care of someone, right?

It shouldn’t be that bad, right?

"Shouldn’t you be taking care of your work?" Ye Tianjing walked in from outside.

"Brother, why are you here?" Ye Ranran looked at him in surprise.

He had just visited a couple of days ago, so she didn’t expect him to come again so soon.