Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

Lin Lulu's words deeply stung Jing Sichen, who was standing beside her.

His gaze fell downwards, landing on her hand that was tightly gripping Yan Moshen's. His dark eyes narrowed, revealing a chilling glint in them.

Are they going home?

She's going to take care of him?

She wants to protect him?

In the few hours he was away, their relationship actually developed quite well.

His clenched fist suddenly loosened, and then Jing Sichen lifted Lin Lulu up, forcibly separating her hands, his voice harsh like that of someone breaking up a loving couple: "Lin Lulu! We should go home!"

The force of the pull was quite strong, and before Lin Lulu could loosen her grip, she pulled on Yan Moshen's hand, seeing the pain on his face again.

"Uncle!" Lin Lulu called out, "How are you? Are you alright?"

Yan Moshen's face was pale, and his eyes, which had been tightly closed due to pain, squinted open at this moment. Then, he nodded slightly, unable to utter a complete syllable.

Lin Lulu glared angrily at Jing Sichen; in that instant, she felt anger, grievance, and resentment.

Even though he was just toying with her, playing with her, and using her, she didn't intend to settle accounts with him.

She just wanted to gradually withdraw from his life, as if they had never met.

But why does he have to involve innocent people?

Moreover, in such a cruel way?

Bearing the hatred emanating from Lin Lulu, Jing Sichen understood that a bloody battle between them was inevitable.

But she became surprisingly calm, looking at him with indifference as if he were a stranger, so nonchalant, so uncaring.

"Uncle," Lin Lulu said softly, "I'm sorry, I have some things to take care of right now. You should rest first, go back to your ward and get some sleep. I'll come see you again later."

Then, he took one last deep look at Yan Moshen before walking away.

inside the car.

Lin Lulu and Jing Sichen sat side by side.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like it was about to explode, about to reach its breaking point.

Lin Lulu didn't say a word, even though she felt the scrutiny around her was almost like looking her up and down, she didn't even glance at him.

She figured it out.

Some things can't be entirely blamed on him.

After all, it's a matter of one party being willing to give and the other being willing to receive.

She was immersed in the illusion he created, and she was also genuinely happy and joyful.

Now that the dream has been shattered, why do we have to make it a life-or-death struggle?

In life, one should be kind, reasonable, and polite.

The car stopped in front of the villa. Lin Lulu got out first, but before she could even step out with her other foot, her hand was grabbed.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

Now, with his five fingers held in his hand, it's as if he's holding half of my heart as well.

She looked down in a daze at the large hand with its distinct fingers, each one beautifully shaped, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

For the first time ever, he didn't pull his hand away, but waited quietly.

"Lulu." Jing Sichen's brows furrowed with worry, as dark as a storm cloud. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

He had a premonition that once he let her get out of the car and return to the villa, they would never be able to go back to the way things were.

"Uncle," she tilted her head slightly, deliberately ignoring his furrowed brow, "get out of the car! I have something for you!"

Jing Sichen was puzzled. He loosened his grip and the hand slid out.

His heart suddenly felt empty, and he had no choice but to get off the bus.

The two stood one in front of the other, each enveloped in layers of increasing coldness.

Jingliang watched TV, pretending that the two of them hadn't returned, staring intently at the screen, but he had no idea what was on TV.

Unaware of the danger, Lin Ao'ao leaned closer, "Brother-in-law, you're back? I cooked for you..."

Jing Sichen: "Get lost!"

Lin Aoao: "Okay!"

Lin Aoao jumped in fright when she heard the master bedroom door close. She quickly went to Jing Liang's side and asked, "What happened to them? Did they have a fight?" Her eyes were full of excitement.

Jingliang lowered his eyes. "Winter is coming."

"Winter? Are you kidding me! It's the height of summer! The weather forecast says the temperature will reach 40 degrees Celsius in the next couple of days!" Lin Aoao said.

Jingliang rolled her eyes, feeling uneasy inside.

so tangled!

Should I tell Jing Sichen what I know?

master bedroom.

Lin Lulu tried to get her suitcase, but Jing Sichen immediately stopped her.

She tried to open the wardrobe door, but he immediately closed it.

When she tried to get her water cup, he immediately snatched it away.

"Uncle," she chuckled, "what's wrong? Are you afraid I'll splash you with water?"

On the surface, it seems like a comfortable and relaxed moment of joking around.

But Jing Sichen knew.

Not right.

Something's really wrong!

"Just tell me straight," he said, narrowing his eyes. "What do you want?"

Tilting her head slightly, she looked at him with a smile that resembled a crescent moon. She was clearly displeased with his aggressive attitude and retorted, "Is it really up to me to decide what to do? Will you obediently cooperate?"

He stood there, slightly annoyed. "Of course not."

She shrugged first, her thin pink lips curving into a smile, her large amber eyes brimming with seriousness, and spread her hands dismissively, "What else is there to say?"

He stared intently at her.

Speechless.

A deep longing and pain welled up in his dark eyes.

The girl in front of me may seem delicate, but she is actually incredibly stubborn and strong.

The kind of arguments I remember are not all about slamming tables, glaring, smashing chairs, or throwing knives.

Yet he actually cooperated with her, even arguing with her so calmly and indifferently.

It's like watching a tornado about to pass by, but she's still leisurely dancing in the square.

He clenched his fists and said coldly, "You can tell me first."

The deep, cold voice made her heart suddenly clench.

Very strange.

She had thought she wouldn't feel any pain anymore.

As my gaze shifted, I found it rather amusing.

After all, what she was about to do was something she had never even dreamed of.

"Uncle, didn't you say you liked me?" she suddenly spoke up, "but I haven't given you an answer yet."

"I don't want your answer!" Jing Sichen said immediately.

He suddenly understood what it felt like to be a coward.

That's how he is right now.

"That's true." She looked away, feeling only irony. "After all, you directed and acted all of this yourself. You never needed to know what I was really thinking."

The sound was very soft, almost inaudible.

He looked at her, unable to find any reason for her sudden change.

The only explanation for this change is one person!

"Is it because of Yan Moshen?" Under such oppressive pressure, even his rage was repelled. "After much thought, you ultimately chose him?"

She glared at him, unable to maintain her facade of calm any longer. "So that's why you broke his hand?"

I can't help but feel resentful.

Seeing her emotions spiral out of control, his expression suddenly turned sinister.

"Lin Lulu." The deep voice was icy cold. "If you're convinced I injured his hand, you'd better think before you speak! Otherwise, his injury is far more serious than just his hand!"

"So...you're admitting it?" she asked softly, her last glimmer of hope shattered at that moment.

That's right!

What's the point of making excuses for him anymore?

Jing Sichen: "Think what you want!" he said gruffly.

"Fine!" Meeting the anger, she continued, "I have indeed thought it through, but that has nothing to do with my uncle. Don't go looking for trouble with him anymore."

I just suddenly realized something!

I'm a multi-millionaire widow now. What kind of man can't I have? Why should I hang myself on your tree?

You're definitely not my type.

I like young, handsome guys with a sunny smile, like little puppies. When I take him to the mall, he'll listen to my suggestions on what clothes to buy, and then I'll pay for them.

When I got tired of him, I moved on to someone else. Seeing him crying and begging me not to leave, I just threw him a bank card and told him to stop bothering me.

Now, you are the one I'm tired of playing with.

How much does it cost?

Is one million enough?

Go to Jingliang and collect your money, then get lost!

If you feel that's not enough, that's fine too. I can give you one night to test your stamina.

If it passes, I can add up to two million.

But I don't like clingy men!