Because she was addicted

"The doctor said I should move around more, it'll help with recovery. But I didn't do a good job of cutting it, sis, look how messy it is."

Wen Zhao is talking complete nonsense.

Wen Jia: "If it can peel apples by itself, does that mean it can eat by itself too, without me having to feed it?"

"Uh-huh."

Wen Zhao quickly looked down at the food, somewhat unable to meet Wen Jia's eyes.

The meal was eaten with trepidation.

"Sister, the doctor said my recovery is progressing very well, and I can be discharged from the hospital in less than a month."

"Okay, I understand. I'll make room for you on the first floor, so it'll be convenient for you to come and go."

"Sister, you have to work during the day, and my eldest sister has Ruoruo to take care of at home; she's not in good health herself. Do you think we should ask Mom to come and take care of me...?"

"not good!"

Before Wen Zhao could finish speaking, Wen Jiasheng said coldly.

"She doesn't want you anymore, why are you still looking for her? Wen Zhao, even without her, my older sister and I can take good care of you."

Wen Zhao's expression was not good, and he stammered for a long time.

"Okay, I won't look for it anymore. Sis, don't be angry."

Wen Zhao's casts on her hands and feet have been removed, but she still has some difficulty moving around. She participates in various rehabilitation programs every day under the guidance of her doctor.

He ate his meal with a trembling hand, spoon in hand, spilling soup all over the table.

The more Wen Zhao drank, the worse his complexion became.

Finally, he threw the spoon into the jar, discouraged, and said:

"Sis, from now on I'm a useless person, I can't even drink soup properly."

Wen Jia lowered her eyes, carefully wiped the serving board clean with a tissue, and sat down on the edge of the bed to feed Wen Zhao.

Open your mouth.

Wen Zhao turned her head away, clearly in a bad mood.

Wen Jia raised her voice, "Open your mouth!"

Wen Zhao glanced at her, and finally opened her mouth with a pitiful expression.

After feeding the children, Wenjia tidied up.

"The doctor said the recovery process is very long. It's only been a few months, so you need to be patient. I believe you will get better."

"What if it never gets better?" Wen Zhao asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

"No, it won't. It will definitely get better."

Wen Jia wasn't good at lying, but she still lied to Wen Zhao when she asked her questions. Both Ji Ningyu and Director Zhao said that the chances of recovering to the original state were slim. But she didn't want Wen Zhao to lose hope.

In the afternoon, Wen Jia was going to another hospital to see Wen Lin.

He comforted Wen Zhao and then left with his things.

As soon as she left, Wen Zhao picked up his phone and called Pan Mei.

"Mom, come here, she's gone."

Pan Mei sneaked into the room, and as soon as she sat down, she asked eagerly:

"How did it go? Did you talk to her? Can Mom move in to take care of you?"

Wen Zhao hesitated, "Mom, maybe we should just forget about it. You know my sister is very clear about what she likes and dislikes; once she's made up her mind, nothing can change it. I live with her, I eat her food, use her things, and spend her money, so I have to listen to her."

Pan Mei was so angry that her face turned blue.

"You're her brother. You almost lost your life protecting her. It's only right that she treats your illness and takes care of you. Even if you were to be supported by her in your next life, it would still be her duty. What? Does she dare to use this to blackmail you?"

Wen Zhao said, "Mom, my sister isn't that kind of person. Besides, she came to save me. If she didn't care about me as her brother, she wouldn't have hesitated to watch me die. Mom, she was in danger because of me."

Seeing that Wen Zhao was anxious, Pan Mei coaxed him repeatedly:

"Okay, okay, she's a good person. Ah Zhao, don't worry, want some oranges? Mom will peel one for you."

"Okay. Remove all the white veins."

The mother and son, deeply in love and filial, failed to notice that Wen Jia had returned from outside the ward.

Wen Jia stood outside the ward for a while, wanting to rush in.

But when she saw the pampered and favored smile on Wen Zhao's face, her heart softened.

She turned and left, pretending not to have seen it.

After feeding Wen Zhao an orange, Pan Mei secretly whispered in Wen Zhao's ear when no one was around:

"Son, I've brought the thing you mentioned."

She took a portable hard drive out of her bag.

"Son, do you think this thing can really help us make a lot of money?"

One second Wen Zhao was still smiling foolishly, the next second a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

"That Lin guy has ruined me like this. The doctor said even if I'm discharged, I'll still have trouble walking, I won't be able to lift heavy objects, and I won't be able to do fine work. Mom, I can't swallow this! I have to make him bleed too, make him know what pain is!"

Pan Mei shuddered involuntarily as she recalled the alluring scene from that night.

"Son, will something bad happen? That Lin guy is ruthless. We finally escaped, are we really going to provoke him again?"

"Mom, as the saying goes, fortune favors the bold. This time, we'll send the things to that person. She's a woman, timid, and will definitely try to pay us off. Once we get the money, we won't have to worry about the rest of our lives, and my sister won't have to work so hard anymore. Listen to me, do it this way..."

Wen Zhao whispered in Pan Mei's ear.

"Okay, Mom will listen to you. When I go back this time, I'll ask your Uncle Dazhuang to help me with this."

Pan Mei gripped the hard drive tightly and nodded fiercely.

……

Lu Chenyan changed out of his wet pants and went straight to the boxing gym.

Whenever he felt upset, he would spend time at the gym or boxing ring. Only the dopamine released from exercise could temporarily clear his mind and stop him from thinking about Wen Jia.

The restlessness deep within him forced him to find another way to vent.

He needs to relax and calm down.

Otherwise he'll go crazy.

On the boxing ring, he grabbed a pair of boxing gloves and threw them to Meng Tao, who was opposite him.

"No, big brother, I came to play with you, not to get beaten up by you." Meng Tao hugged his boxing gloves, looking completely bewildered.

"They're all the same!"

Lu Chenyan slowly put on his boxing gloves, his eyes filled with amusement.

"But I don't know how!"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, Meng Tao quickly realized what was happening and put on his boxing gloves, trembling all over. Just as he finished putting them on, Lu Chenyan's fist came flying at him.

"what!"

The fist stopped half an inch in front of his nose.

Meng Tao screamed in terror, falling to the ground with a thud. He scrambled backward, yelling as he did so.

"Guards! Guards! Protect this young master!"

Lu Chenyan stood on the stage, glanced at him with disdain, and beckoned to the coach next to him.

Meng Tao quickly climbed off the stage.

On stage, Lu Chenyan and his coach delivered powerful punches, each one heavy, making Lu Chenyan's mouth twitch and his eyes glaze over, causing him to gasp repeatedly.

This is a power that no human could possibly unleash.

Too cruel, I can't bear to look.

Thinking of the horrific scene that night with the seduction, Meng Tao couldn't help but click his tongue.

Fortunately, Lu Chenyan was his friend, not his enemy.

Otherwise, they wouldn't even know how they died.

Half an hour later, Lu Chenyan finally ended his frenzied attack and stepped off the boxing ring.

He looked as if he had just been pulled out of hot water; his black bodysuit was soaked through, and he casually took it off and tossed it aside.

Her black hair was completely wet, and a few strands of it fell onto her forehead.

Sweat streamed down his face and neck, across his hard chest, down his abdominal muscles, and was absorbed by his waistband.

The strenuous exercise finally calmed down the restlessness in his heart a little.

As he walked, he took a bottle of water, unscrewed it, and poured it over his head.

"Speak."

"Young Master Lu, didn't you tell me to keep an eye on things in Haicheng? Do you know what I've found out?"

Meng Tao quickened his pace to catch up with Lu Chenyan, but then seemed to be baked by the heat emanating from him, and silently took two steps back.

"Let me take a shower first."

Lu Chenyan threw the empty water bottle behind him. The plastic bottle drew a perfect parabola in the air and landed with a thud in the nearby trash can.