From Sidekick to Bigshot Chapter 137 - Yiling Falls Sick (3)

Chapter 137: Yiling Falls Sick (3)

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

After he finished speaking, Jian Yumin began to hum a song.

Jian Yumin had a beautiful voice. It sounded even better when he sang.

Typically, Jian Yumin sang songs that expressed a lot of emotions. The vibe that was given off as he sang was gentle and affectionate.

Although Jian Yiling didn’t have an ear for music, she still recognized that the song was incredibly beautiful. It felt like a warm stream of suns.h.i.+ne that flowed into one’s heart.

After he finished singing a song, Jian Yumin smiled and asked Jian Yiling: “Was it nice? Was it good enough to charge you?”

Jian Yiling nodded before asking, “How much?”

Jian Yumin paused for a moment. He had said it as a joke. He hadn’t expected Jian Yiling to actually pay him.

If it did come down to money, it cost hundreds and thousands of dollars to ask Jian Yumin to sing at a concert.

Jian Yumin smiled and said, “I’ll give you a discount as you’re my sister. $8.88, what do you think? It’s quite an auspicious number and a fair price as well.”

Jian Yiling nodded before she reached out her hand to ask Jian Yumin to pa.s.s over her phone.

“Don’t use your phone when you’re lying down. If you drop it, it’ll hit your face.”

After Jian Yumin finished speaking, he took a look at Jian Yiling’s face. In less than a second, he gave in.

The housekeeper had brought over everything that Jian Yiling typically used on a daily basis. Of course, this included her mobile phone.

After she got her phone, Jian Yiling added Jian Yumin as a friend. Then, she sent him a red envelope.

Jian Yumin opened the red envelope. It was $8.88. Not a penny more, not a penny less.

He couldn’t help but smile when he saw the red envelope.

“How about this, I’ll sing a few more songs for you. Then, I technically can earn quite a bit of money for this morning.”

“Mhmm.” Jian Yiling replied. She agreed to the suggestion.

Jian Yumin continued to sing for Jian Yiling.

After every song, Jian Yiling sent him a red envelope that enclosed $8.88.

By the time Grandma Jian and the housekeeper returned, Jian Yumin had already received 5 red envelopes from Jian Yiling.

His earnings came to a grand total of $44.40.

Grandma Jian and the housekeeper had brought over a ton of food. There was indeed plain congee, however, there were also a lot of other foods.

“Do you want congee or do you want millet porridge?” Jian Yumin asked Jian Yiling.

As of now, Jian Yiling could only eat light foods. As a result, she could only choose between congee and millet porridge. She could only eat the rest of the foods when she got a bit better.

“Millet porridge.”

After Jian Yiling made a decision, Jian Yumin raised Jian Yiling’s hospital bed. Then, he scooped a spoonful of porridge next to Jian Yiling’s mouth.

Jian Yiling felt rather awkward. “I can do it myself.”

She had never experienced being fed by anyone else before.

“What if you can’t hold the spoon properly? It’ll be more troublesome if you spill it. It’s better for me to feed you.”

Jian Yumin insisted that he would feed Jian Yiling.

Jian Yiling had no choice but to listen. She took a small bite of the spoonful of porridge that was brought to her mouth.

As Jian Yuming was feeding her, Jian Shuxing, Wen Nuan, Jian Yuncheng, and Jian Yunnao arrived.

It was Grandma Jian who had contacted them.

Wen Nuan immediately walked over to Jian Yiling’s side. She looked at the pale face of her daughter and felt inexplicably saddened before asking: “Yiling, are you feeling better?”

Her voice trembled as she spoke. Tears flowed out of her eyes unconsciously.

Jian Shuxing and Jian Yuncheng stood near the doorway. Both of them were frowning as they watched the scene in front of them.

Jian Yunnao didn’t enter the hospital room. He had been requested to wait outside.

As he stood outside the door, he felt quite upset. He could only glance at the situation inside the room from a distance.

The words of his elder brother rang in his ears.

His mother’s tears, his father’s depression, and…

Jian Yunnao’s eyes swept across the room. They didn’t stop on Jian Yiling, however, his eyes still saw her small and pale face