Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

"Snap—"

Before Lin Ao'ao could finish speaking, Lin Hongjiang suddenly slapped her, glaring at her fiercely and shouting angrily, "Aren't you going to thank your brother-in-law yet?"

"Grandpa...?"

"This marriage," Lin Hongjiang took a deep breath, then said, "is very suitable. We'll find an auspicious day for you to marry into the family. I'll make sure you have a grand and glorious wedding."

His words carried a threatening undertone.

Lin Aoao dared not make a sound. In the current situation, it was clear that Lin Hongjiang was not letting her protect herself.

But why?

Why didn't he let Lin Lulu take advantage of such a good opportunity to retaliate?

Lin Lulu was also puzzled.

Why didn't Lin Hongjiang let Lin Aoao tell the truth about that matter?

Didn't he threaten her before, saying he would ruin her reputation to the end?

What mischief are they plotting now?

However, she didn't have time to think it through at all. Amidst the envy and compliments of a group of people, she was carried away by Jing Sichen.

Looking at Jing Sichen from this angle, he's just... too handsome.

But Lin Lulu's mind was filled with one question: Wasn't he acting too well as Jing Sichen?

Even though she knew his true identity was not ordinary, he was still pretending to be someone else, yet he didn't seem out of place at all.

He's practically Jing Sichen himself!

Suddenly, Jingliang's words echoed in his ears: "The two of them are so close, it's like they're one person."

Why do I keep feeling like Kyo Ryo is implying something?

correct!

That day, when she suspected that the older man was Jing Sichen himself, he showed her his hand.

However, I only looked at one, not the other!

She had absolutely no recollection of which of Jing Sichen's hands she had injured with her knife that day.

That day I was focused on only one thing: fear.

So much so that I can't recall many details now.

However, the uncle was really too suspicious!

Even if she's a blockhead, even if her guess is incredibly far-fetched, shouldn't she at least look at his other hand?

Which hand of his did I see that day?

I don't remember very clearly.

Anyway, this time, let's check both hands together to see if there are any scars, then we'll know, right?

Just as I was thinking this, he had already put the person into the car.

The moment his bottom touched the cushion, Jing Sichen suddenly lost his balance and swayed back, barely managing to steady himself with his hands before bursting into a violent cough.

"Cough cough cough—"

"Uncle!" Lin Lulu exclaimed anxiously, quickly supporting him. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine," he said softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "I'm just a little tired."

"You're lying!" How could she possibly believe that?

At this moment, large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and his once handsome face appeared pale and haggard. His dark eyes flashed with shocking fatigue, which terrified her completely.

"Uncle! Uncle! What's wrong with you?" she cried anxiously. "Did something happen to you? You're already in so much pain, why did you carry me here! I can walk by myself!"

"Idiot!" he said gruffly, glaring at her angrily. "Your foot is swollen like a bun, and you're still trying to act tough! I told you I'm fine, why are you yelling?"

His powerful aura silenced all her accusations.

Her nose felt sore, and her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, making it impossible for her to speak.

My gaze had nowhere to settle, but it fell on her ankle, where a small lump had formed.

She was almost unaware of it herself, and she was not in excruciating pain; it was one of the mildest injuries she had ever suffered.

But he saw it.

Moreover, it is protected with such care.

She had always thought that the uncle was just a rough man, but she never expected that he could be so thoughtful.

He was so good to her, she didn't know how to repay him.

"I'm really fine." He raised his hand and gently stroked her head. "Just let me lean on you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned on her shoulder without saying another word.

Seemingly finding the position uncomfortable enough, he lay down again and lay directly on her lap.

"Uncle, you..."

"Don't talk," he interrupted her. "I'm sleepy."

She quickly shut her mouth, looked down at him, still proud and imposing. Apart from his extremely bad complexion, it was almost impossible to tell that he was sick.

At this moment, she wished he could tell her all the pain he had suffered.

But then I thought about it again.

What's the point of telling her?

She could neither heal his wounds nor suffer his pain in his place.

At that moment, I really felt so incompetent!

The car moved forward at a steady speed, and she just watched him. He had already closed his eyes, as if he were fast asleep.

However, I didn't sleep soundly.

Because his brow was tightly furrowed, and his complexion showed no improvement whatsoever.

It must have hurt a lot!

She couldn't help but look ahead at the long road leading back to the villa.

Lin Lulu panicked and shouted to the driver, "The uncle is injured! We have to get him to the hospital right away!"

"Madam," the driver replied respectfully, "Master never goes to the hospital."

"Why?" Lin Lulu asked, puzzled. "You're such a grown-up, are you really afraid of needles?"

"How is that possible!" The driver's voice was full of admiration. "Once, my master was seriously injured and needed immediate surgery. There weren't enough medications or anything, not even anesthesia. Throughout the entire surgery, my master didn't utter a single sound."

"Then..." Lin Lulu's gaze fell on Jing Sichen's face, "Then why..."

The driver's eyes dimmed. "Well, that's something I'll have to tell you myself."

"We have a family doctor, right?" Lin Lulu pressed. "Tell him to go to the villa right away!"

"You're so noisy," Jing Sichen's voice slowly rang out. "Do you really not want me to rest?"

"Uncle!" Lin Lulu exclaimed sharply, "Why won't you go to the hospital? Are you injured? Where are you hurt? Let me see! Can't you take care of yourself a little? You're clearly not feeling well, why did you go to save me! Even if you were going to save me, you didn't need to carry me to the car! What's so bad about my injury? Are you brainless? Are you trying to make yourself look powerful? This kind of showing off is stupid! Don't do this again! You should always put yourself first, you understand?"

Jing Sichen looked at Lin Lulu and saw how heartbroken and anxious she was for him, and a faint smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

"You're yelling at me?" He frowned and glared at her, his tone surprisingly coquettish. "You heartless, stupid woman!"

Lin Lulu was stunned for a moment, then growled angrily, "If you don't behave, I'll not only yell at you, I'll hit you too!"

"Damn it." He grabbed her hand. "Lulu, my head hurts. Can you massage it for me, and then sing me a song to lull me to sleep?"

Then, I began to prepare myself to enjoy her services.

Lin Lulu: You're so sick, yet you still can't resist being a scoundrel?

But what can we do?

Besides agreeing to his request.