The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

Jiang Huaian sat on the sofa. The chill from just walking out of the bathroom made his nose itchy and he couldn't help sneezing.

When An Ran heard the voice, she immediately put down what she was doing.

"Take the medicine quickly." An Ran said, picking up the blanket next to her and gently draping it over Jiang Huainian.

An Ran frowned slightly and looked at him reproachfully, "You obviously have an umbrella, and you look handsome standing in the rain, right?"

Jiang Huainian wrapped himself in a blanket, shook his head, and looked pitiful. "I'm not trying to be cool, but I really don't know what to do. I'm afraid you don't want me anymore."

An Ran glared at him angrily, "If I hadn't closed the window and saw you, would you have been soaked in the rain until dawn?"

Jiang Huaian nodded.

"Are you stupid?" An Ran felt both distressed and angry.

Jiang Huainian took her hand and gently pulled her towards him, letting her sit on his lap. He put his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder, and laughed at himself in a low voice.

"I also feel like my brain is broken. I can't believe this is something I would do."

Anran sighed softly, feeling deeply moved.

She understood that Jiang Huainian truly loved her, which was why he did such a stupid thing.

At this moment, the hesitation and entanglement about identity and status completely disappeared from Anran's heart.

"Actually, because of Xia Rui, I thought you might be a distant relative of Jiang Hongxi's family." An Ran lowered her head and sighed, "I just didn't expect you to be her cousin."

Jiang Huainian hugged her tighter and spoke.

"My father's real name is Jiang Yu, and he is the fourth child."

An Ran turned to look at him in confusion, "I remember Jiang Hongxi... Mr. Jiang only has three children publicly known to the public? That's why I never thought that you are his grandson."

Jiang Huaian smiled, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "My father was not born to the original wife. He was brought to the Jiang family when he was five years old."

He paused, recalling the past, and then slowly told the story of the older generation.

"So only people in your circle know of your existence?" An Ran asked in surprise.

Jiang Huai Nian nodded, "My father has no inheritance rights, nor does he have any shares in the group, so few media know about my father's existence."

Anran listened and felt a little sad.

She imagined Jiang Huaian and his father living an almost invisible life in this huge family.

No power, no status, and even no respect.

Because of this, he embarked on the path of entrepreneurship and won the respect and recognition of others.

Jiang Huaian looked at her sad expression and chuckled, "Do you think we are having a hard time?"

An Ran was slightly stunned and nodded.

Jiang Huainian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and shook his head.

"Grandpa loves me the most. I am the only one among his grandchildren who has shares." He smiled helplessly, "So my cousins ​​all regard me as a thorn in their eyes. The group recently acquired two companies, and grandpa wants me to return to the group to work."

"This also means that Grandpa intends to train me. This will undoubtedly set off a bloody storm. My two uncles will not miss any opportunity to deal with me."

An Ran was a little surprised and complained: "Your wealthy family is so complicated."

Jiang Huai Nian looked at her, his eyes revealing deep pleading, "Yes, so, you will always be by my side, right?"

An Ran held his hand tightly, her eyes firm and gentle, as if carrying all the trust and promises.

"No matter what happens in the future, I will always be by your side."

"Thank you, I really need you." Jiang Huainian hugged her tightly, almost wanting to melt her into his body.

Although she felt a little breathless due to his hug, she protested with a smile.

"Jiang Huaian, you're going to strangle me to death." She said coquettishly.

Jiang Huainian immediately let go of her and asked nervously, "Did it hurt you?"

"No, I haven't finished cutting the fruit yet. You need to supplement some vitamins now." An Ran stood up and went to the kitchen.

Jiang Huainian followed her figure with his eyes full of happy smiles.

After a while, An Ran came out of the kitchen with a plate of fruit.

"Eat some fruit." He said softly and handed the fruit to Jiang Huainian's mouth.

Jiang Huainian opened his mouth and ate the fruit An Ran fed him.

An Ran sat on the sofa, also eating fruit and said, "It's late, you should go back."

Jiang Huainian rested his head on her thighs, cleared his throat twice, and said in a weak voice, "It's so late, and it's raining heavily outside. I can't go back."

An Ran smiled helplessly and said, "You can walk to your house, so how can you not go back?"

"I'm a patient. Cough... cough... what should I do if he faints halfway?"

The voice became weaker and weaker, as if he would collapse at any moment.

An Ran couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's so serious, I'll send you to the emergency room."

"Not really, just have a good night's rest." Jiang Huainian put his arm around her waist and acted coquettishly.

"There are no extra bedrooms in my house. There's no place for you to sleep." An Ran pushed him gently.

Jiang Huainian looked into An Ran's eyes, a sly look flashing in his eyes, as if he was a scoundrel who couldn't be driven away, "I'll sleep on the sofa."

An Ran frowned slightly, looked at Jiang Huainian's tall body, and smiled: "My sofa is too small, it can't accommodate your long legs."

Jiang Huaian immediately pulled his legs back onto the sofa, "That's enough."

An Ran was helpless, “You won’t sleep well like this.”

"Or, can I sleep in the same bed with you?" Jiang Huai said in a frivolous way.

An Ran blushed slightly and glared at him: "Don't even think about it."

Looking at his stubborn eyes, I knew I couldn't drive him away.

She turned and walked into the bedroom, took out a thick quilt, and gently covered Jiang Huainian with it.

"Go to bed early." She said softly.

Jiang Huainian looked at her, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, and he gently pulled the corner of An Ran's clothes.

"Good night."

midnight.

Anran woke up from her sleep, and suddenly felt uneasy.

She tiptoed to the living room where Jiang Huainian was curled up on the sofa. She reached out and gently touched his forehead. He had a fever.

"Huai Nian, Huai Nian, you have a fever." She called his name anxiously.

Jiang Huaian opened his eyes dazedly, and seeing An Ran's anxious face, he tried to force a smile, "It's okay."

"Just lie still. I'll get the thermometer."

An Ran immediately stood up, found a thermometer, and measured the temperature at 38.9 degrees. She indeed had a fever.

She immediately went to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water, then took out the antipyretic medicine and carefully fed it to Jiang Huainian.

Jiang Huainian took his medicine, leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes and rested.

Anran looked at his tired appearance and felt heartbroken.

"You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa."

Jiang Huainian held her hand, shook his head, and said pitifully: "The sofa is not comfortable, go back to the bedroom and sleep."

An Ran's defenses gradually collapsed.

She looked at Jiang Huainian's weak appearance and nodded gently: "Okay, let's go back to the bedroom and sleep together, but you have to promise not to do anything stupid."

When Jiang Huainian heard this, he immediately perked up and promised, "I promise!"

Feeling that he had spoken with too much strength in his voice just now, he pretended to be weak and spoke again.

"I'm sick, and I don't have the energy to do anything I want to do."