Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

"Brother!" Jingrou clutched her chest. "Why? Why are you so heartless to me? My heart hurts, it hurts so much..."

Jing Sichen looked at Jing Rou, a hint of worry flashing in his dark eyes. Then, he hardened his heart and simply stood there, watching coldly.

If it's truly for her own good, then she shouldn't be left with any lingering hopes.

Otherwise, she would continue to depend on him.

She cried, tears streaming down her face. "Brother, please, please, Rou Rou knows she was wrong. Don't leave me, don't abandon me... Brother... I'm Rou Rou! Your most beloved sister!"

Jing Sichen took a deep breath, his gaze falling on the slender hands on his wrist.

He raised his hand and pushed her away, coldly saying, "Knowing that you can live well on your own, I'm relieved."

Seeing his heartlessness, Jingrou felt a surge of sorrow.

There was something deep suppressed in her eyes. She was clearly standing in front of him, but she knew that they were very, very far apart.

"Go back to the hospital," Jing Sichen commanded calmly.

"Okay." Jingrou bit her lip. "Brother, I hope you can forgive me this time."

After saying that, she looked at him one last time, but didn't get a reply, so she went back to the car.

The car door closed, and the car slowly drove forward. Jingrou wiped away her tears and revealed a strange smile.

"Brother, it's a matter of life and death. Do you think you're safe just because you've seen all this?" Jing Rou sighed, then added, "The real battle has only just begun! I won't let you go! Even if I die, you have to stay by my side!"

**

Xiangsi Hot Pot Restaurant.

Lin Lulu stood outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and in her line of sight, Yan Moshen sat there, holding a pen, scribbling something in a notebook.

He wasn't anxious, nor did he look around. He only occasionally glanced at the empty seat opposite him, a faint, warm smile on his handsome face, as if waiting was something he was already used to.

Her father's words echoed in her ears again and again. For some reason, seeing this scene in front of her again, Lin Lulu felt her eyes well up with tears.

She took a step and walked to the opposite side of Yan Moshen, whispering, "Uncle." Her voice was full of emotion.

Yan Moshen paused for a moment, then looked up and saw Lin Lulu. A bright light flashed in his gentle eyes, not fiery, but soft and charming like starlight.

"You're here?" He put his notebook away. "The food is already ordered. Take a look and see if you want to add anything."

"No need." She gently shook her head. "Uncle, I'm sorry, I..."

I'm sorry I'm late.

I'm sorry, I never realized how good you were to me.

He poured her a glass of water and said with a faint smile, "It's just that I'm a little late. It's alright, we made an appointment early anyway, this is the perfect time to eat, we can eat a lot."

So considerate.

"I..." she choked, trying to say something.

But then I felt it was too late to say anything.

"I'll pay." Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her negative emotions. "This meal absolutely has to be paid for by me! I'll pay with my own money, not the Jing family's!"

"Okay!" Yan Moshen replied, "I won't fight you for it."

She smiled and saw the waiter bring out the dishes she had ordered, all of which were her favorites.

He really knew her very well.

Her hands were clenched tightly together; she felt like a heartless, wicked woman.

"I've heard about it." She lowered her head, her voice muffled. "You were the surgeon who operated on my sister."

Yan Moshen was taken aback.

She continued, "And I also know about what you did for me before. I..."

He interrupted her, "I have a secret to tell you."

"Um?"

"Although I don't want you to know about the past, I just don't want you to know it from me. Because if I tell it myself, it would seem pretentious and empty." He smiled lazily, appearing mysterious. "Actually, I've been waiting for someone else to tell you, so you'd be sad, upset, and regretful, just like now, feeling like you owe me something you can never repay in this lifetime, feeling like you were blind not to see through me. See how wicked I am?"

Lin Lulu looked at Yan Moshen in surprise. The atmosphere, which was clearly very heavy, became lighter after he said that.

Tilting her head slightly, she revealed a pleased smile and said, "So this is what you're like, Uncle!"

He raised his hand and ruffled her hair, his eyes overflowing with affection. "So, don't feel guilty. You can't have any emotions while eating hot pot, right?"

Lin Lulu nodded emphatically, her mouth watering as she watched the dishes being cooked.

As they ate and chatted, she realized that they had so many things in common.

"Now that you know everything, I'll give you something," Yan Moshen said, taking a silk scroll from his bag and handing it to her. "This is our marriage contract. It doesn't really have any legal effect, but it's still a promise. Take it; how you handle it is entirely up to you."

Lin Lulu looked at Yan Moshen and took the silk scroll, which indeed contained her marriage contract with Yan Moshen.

The silk manuscript is quite beautifully made, and one can imagine that its existence was praised by many people in the past.

"Uncle." Her fingers clenched tightly. "I..."

"Burn the useless stuff!" Jing Sichen's voice suddenly rang out coldly.

Immediately, the silk scroll came into his hands.

So this is what they call an eyesore—arranged marriage by parents and matchmakers!

He arrived just now.

Seeing Lin Lulu and Yan Moshen chatting happily, he even touched her head with his paw.

"Your hands are quite beautiful, though." Jing Sichen's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Wouldn't it be a bit of a waste to just let them go to waste like this?"

"Uncle!" Lin Lulu jumped up in alarm. "Give me back my things!"

She was completely baffled.

Why did he come?

Shouldn't he be with Jingrou right now, searching for memories that belong to the two of them?

He was unhappy because she, who had always been under his control, hadn't obediently gone back home but instead went out on dates with other men.

"You want it?" A murderous glint flashed in his dark eyes. "This piece of junk isn't worth much. When we get home, I'll take you to the basement. It's piled high with antiques; take as much as you want! It's all yours!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he snatched the lighter from the table next to him, which was about to be used to light a cigarette.

"hiss--"

The flames burned fiercely on the silk scroll.

"Who are you? What right do you have to steal my weapon..." The burly man's fierce anger subsided when he met Jing Sichen's murderous gaze. He immediately sat down obediently. "It's yours, it's yours. What else do you want? Take whatever you want."

"Uncle! No!" Lin Lulu cried out.

That silk scroll was her grandmother's keepsake!

He immediately snatched it away and slapped the fire out with his hand.

His palm stung from the burning fire, and Yan Moshen immediately grabbed it, yelling angrily, "Are you crazy? What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

The man's concern and the woman's aggrieved expression were seen by someone.

It's incredibly bright!

It hurts so much!