The cold-hearted president falls in love with the vengeful princess

The next morning, Song Yuyan felt a headache. She opened her watery eyes, but soon they seemed to close again. Her red lips trembled and she sat up from the bed. Before she opened her eyes, she felt a dizziness in the room spinning before her eyes.

Song Yuyan walked down the bed barefoot. She felt dizzy and it seemed like something was sparkling in front of her eyes. Just as she heard someone knocking on the door, she leaned against the wall and walked weakly, saying, "Ah, here they come, here they come, wait a minute!"

Song Yuyan walked out of the room in a daze. Suddenly, her eyes went dark and she fell at the door of the room. Wang Ma kept knocking on the door. She frowned. Why hasn't Miss Song woken up yet? Why hasn't she come to open the door yet?

Aunt Wang is here today to replace Aunt Li. Aunt Li had something going on at home, so she took three days off to go home. Early in the morning, Madam Ye told her that she would be replacing Aunt Li for three days. Aunt Wang quickly got up, washed up, and prepared breakfast.

Wang Ma's cooking skills were not as good as Li Ma's, and her breakfasts were not as varied as Li Ma's, but fortunately, Madam Ye didn't dislike it. A trace of doubt flashed across Wang Ma's eyes, and she turned around and was about to run to the stairs.

When she saw Madam Ye coming up, Aunt Wang hurried forward and said with a puzzled look on her face: Madam Ye, I've been knocking on the door for a long time, but Miss Song didn't come to open the door. This... I don't have the key to Miss Song's room either. The key is with Aunt Li, but she has taken leave to go home.

The more Ye Mingxuan listened, the tighter her brows furrowed. She quickly turned around and ran downstairs. In the restaurant, Nan Zeyu drank seafood porridge with an indifferent expression. While drinking the porridge, he held his mobile phone in his big hand and looked at the proposal sent by Assistant Bai early in the morning.

Today is Saturday, and it is 8 o'clock in the morning. He looked at the time on his mobile phone, raised his eyes and looked towards the stairs. His black eyes darkened. Why hasn't she come down yet? Did he really punish her too harshly last night?

However, when he thought about how Wen Zichen appeared in the restaurant yesterday, his face turned cold again. He really couldn't stand another man showing up in his villa for no reason, eating his family's food, and having dinner with the person he loved...

Nan Zeyu suddenly clapped his hands, and the phone slid to the ground with a crisp sound. He stood up coldly. Ye Mingxuan ran downstairs in a hurry and rushed to the restaurant. She looked at Nan Zeyu nervously and said: Xiaoyu, it's not good, go check on Xiaoyan, she won't open the door, and Aunt Wang doesn't have the key to the room?

Nan Zeyu was about to pull out the chair, and when he saw his mother rushing towards him, he quickly stepped forward. He looked at his mother calmly and said, "What's wrong? Mom, what happened?" Ye Mingxuan's face turned pale, her brows furrowed, and she looked at her son Xiaoyu and said hurriedly, "Hurry, hurry, go and see Xiaoyan, she won't open the door, I wonder what's wrong with her?"

As soon as Ye Mingxuan finished speaking, he frowned and ran out of the restaurant. Upstairs, Aunt Wang was still knocking on the door, and while knocking on the door, she shouted nervously: "Miss Song, it's Aunt Wang. Are you awake? You can go downstairs for breakfast, Miss Song, Miss Song."

Aunt Wang put her ear close to the room and listened carefully. There was no sound from inside. Then a burst of quick footsteps came running over. Aunt Wang turned around and saw her own young master running over with a frown on his face. Nan Zeyu ran to the door of Song Yuyan's room and twisted the doorknob with his big hand.

Finding the door locked, Wang Ma said anxiously: What should I do? The key is with Li Ma, Master, I don't have the door key! Nan Zeyu's face was as cold as ice. He glanced at Wang Ma with his dark eyes and said angrily: Shut up!

Wang Ma was so frightened that she started shaking. Ye Mingxuan was standing at the stairs, frowning and looking at Song Yuyan's door in panic. What happened to Xiaoyan? Could she have a high fever again?

She hurried forward. Nan Zeyu frowned and suddenly took a few steps back. Then, he rushed forward again and used his arms to push the door open. However, the door was of very good quality and could not be opened no matter how hard he tried.

Nan Zeyu said to the door angrily: Why can't I break it open? Ye Mingxuan hurried over, her eyes wide open as she looked at her angry son Xiaoyu and said: Xiaoyu, mommy is here to help you, Aunt Wang, you come with me, the three of us will break the door open.

Mother Wang also hurried forward, and then the three of them took a few steps back at the same time, then rushed forward and banged the door with their arms, once, twice, four or five times, and then the door slowly loosened and was knocked open.

Nan Zeyu rushed into the room quickly. He ran towards the room nervously. Suddenly, he saw Song Yuyan lying on the ground at the door. He rushed forward and looked at Song Yuyan with his eyes tightly furrowed. He knelt on the ground and helped Song Yuyan up. Then, he patted her pale face with his big hands and said: Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan, what's wrong with you? Wake up, wake up, ah!

Song Yuyan did not react at all, her eyes were closed and cold sweat was coming out of her forehead. Ye Mingxuan and Wang Ma also ran over and looked at Song Yuyan lying on the ground. They panicked. Nan Zeyu hurriedly picked up Song Yuyan and ran to the sofa with her in his arms.

Song Yuyan was carried to the sofa by Nan Zeyu. He frowned even more tightly, turned his head and looked at Wang Ma with a sullen face, and said coldly: Call Dr. Jiang quickly, go quickly, Wang Ma, hurry up! Wang Ma turned around and ran away in a hurry. Ye Mingxuan frowned and said nervously: What happened? Why is Xiaoyan so pale?

She walked forward and put the back of her hand on Song Yuyan's forehead to feel it. She didn't feel her forehead was hot, but why was her little face so pale? Nan Zeyu held her palm tightly, his gloomy black eyes staring straight at Song Yuyan's pale face. His heart felt like it was pricked by a needle and it hurt so much. Damn it, seeing her little face so pale, but he was helpless.

Ye Mingxuan looked at Xiaoyu's painful face, frowned, touched his shoulder and comforted him: Xiaoyu, it's okay, Dr. Jiang will be here soon, are you going to the company today? Nan Zeyu's face was cold again, he looked up at his mother coldly and said coldly: What a shit company, Xiaoyan is like this, why should I go to a shit company? I won't go today.

Ye Mingxuan could hear the tension between her son Xiaoyu's words, and she did not dare to say anything. It was the first time she saw him look so painful since returning to Ancheng. It was obvious that Xiaoyu really loved Xiaoyan.

Half an hour later, Doctor Jiang arrived at the Nan family villa, and Aunt Wang took him upstairs in a hurry. Doctor Jiang ran into Song Yuyan's room with a medical box on his back. Nan Zeyu heard the footsteps, stood up from the sofa, looked at Doctor Jiang with a cold face, and said angrily: Hurry up, Doctor Jiang, let me see what's wrong with Xiaoyan? What are you doing here? Come here quickly!

Doctor Jiang ran forward tremblingly, carrying a medicine box on his back. He glanced at Song Yuyan's pale face, turned around and whispered to Nan Zeyu: "Miss Song doesn't have a fever. I need to examine her. Could you please go out of the room and wait for a moment?"

Ye Mingxuan hurriedly pulled Xiaoyu and urged Wang Ma to leave the room. Nan Zeyu looked at the closed door and paced back and forth in the room with a gloomy face. It was all his fault. Was he crazy last night? Why did he push her into the bathtub? It was still such cold water. He made her sad again.

Ye Mingxuan frowned as she watched her son Xiaoyu pacing back and forth. She said in a daze: "Hey, Xiaoyu, stop walking back and forth. It makes mom dizzy. Can you please stop?" Nan Zeyu just wouldn't listen and continued pacing back and forth.

Ye Mingxuan covered her forehead helplessly. Her son was a stubborn person and would not listen to anything she said. She felt something was swaying in front of her eyes and she was about to explode.

Half an hour later, Dr. Jiang opened the door. Nan Zeyu saw the door was opened, ran forward, looked at Dr. Jiang with dark eyes and said coldly: "How is it?" Why is Xiaoyan's face pale, Dr. Jiang?

Doctor Jiang looked at Nan Zeyu and said timidly: Master Nan, Miss Song has acute enteritis. The examination found that she soaked in cold water too much and her intestines were frostbitten. That's why she looks pale. It's because she has intestinal pain...

Nan Zeyu's face turned pale. He looked at Dr. Jiang in disbelief and stammered: You said, Xiaoyan has acute enteritis. She looks pale and has intestinal pain, right?

Doctor Jiang looked at Nan Zeyu again and nodded lightly. Nan Zeyu felt a pain in his heart, his brows knitted, and half of his face turned pale. Seeing this, Ye Mingxuan hurried forward, holding his arm and said nervously: Ah, Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother!

Nan Zeyu endured the pain like a knife stabbing in his heart, looked at Doctor Jiang with dark eyes and said coldly: How long will it take to cure it, Doctor Jiang, it won't get worse, will it? Doctor Jiang hurriedly looked at Nan Zeyu whose half face was pale and said seriously: No need, Master Nan, it will be fine in a few days. I will stay here in the villa these days, and I will leave after Miss Song recovers from acute enteritis.

At night, in the Nan family villa, Nan Zeyu stayed by Song Yuyan's side, looking at her who was receiving several bottles of intravenous drips. He gently stroked her pale little face with his big hands, his eyes reddened, and looked at her distressedly and said: It's all my fault, it's all my fault, my fault, Xiaoyan, please wake up quickly, baby.

Nan Zeyu's eyes were really red. He had never had red eyes for anyone before, except for his mother. Last night, he was really angry about the cold water in the bathtub. He never thought that the cold water would cause Song Yuyan to suffer from acute enteritis...

Nan Zeyu pounded the bedside table several times. He could not feel the pain in his hands, he just felt that his heart was stabbed by a knife. The pain made him feel suffocated. When he saw Song Yuyan's pale face, her red lips without any rosy color, and no sign of waking up, he felt suffocated by the pain in his heart.

Ye Mingxuan walked into Song Yuyan's room distressedly. She was holding a tray in her hand. Seeing Nan Zeyu's hand was red and swollen, she ran over quickly, put the hot rice and dishes on the tray on the ground, ran to Nan Zeyu, and cried to him: "What are you doing? Xiaoyu, look at your hand?"

Nan Zeyu raised his head, his eyes red, and looked at Ye Mingxuan with a look of heartache and said helplessly: It's my fault, Mom, it's me who caused Xiaoyan to have acute enteritis, Mom, hit me, scold me and beat me!

Ye Mingxuan's heart ached. Was this still his arrogant, cold and imposing son, Nan Zeyu? The man in front of him had red eyes, messy hair, pale lips, and a frown. He looked extremely haggard.

Ye Mingxuan hugged Nan Zeyu in her arms distressedly, touched his back and said gently: "Mom knows you are wrong, but how can you hurt yourself? Xiaoyu, silly child, this is not like you, do you know?"

Nan Zeyu couldn't hold it in any longer, and his shoulders trembled slightly in Ye Mingxuan's arms. Ye Mingxuan called Dr. Jiang into Song Yuyan's room again and bandaged Nan Zeyu's big hand. After the wound was bandaged, she sat on the bed, looking at Xiaoyu with painful eyes and said solemnly: Xiaoyu, listen to what your mother said, Xiaoyan's acute enteritis will not get worse, you don't have to go to the company these days, just take care of her, you love her, but also love yourself, give her a sense of security, and take good care of yourself! Son.

Nan Zeyu looked at Ye Mingxuan with dark eyes. He lowered his head, looked at Song Yuyan, and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, I know. Now I just want to watch over her quietly and watch her wake up." Ye Mingxuan didn't say anything, but sighed, got up, turned around and walked out of the room.

Nan Zeyu held Song Yuyan's little hand all night, and he didn't let go until the drip was over. Doctor Jiang held the empty drip bottle, looked at Nan Ze Yuyan seriously and said: "Master Nan, these are anti-inflammatory injections, and they will take two more days. I will give Miss Song some medicine tomorrow, so I'll leave first."

Nan Zeyu looked at Dr. Jiang fiercely with his black eyes full of hostility. Dr. Jiang was so scared that he ran out of the room. He looked at Song Yuyan's little face, touching her forehead from time to time, touching her pretty little nose from time to time, and kissing her white lips from time to time. She was like a sweet doll, lying lifeless on the bed, which made Nan Zeyu's heart ache sharply.