After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

After Lin Siheng woke up, everyone came and cried for a while.

Especially his stepfather, Shen Qingheng, whose tears hadn't stopped since he entered the door.

Shen Qingheng was heartbroken. "Son, does your wound still hurt?"

Lin Siheng said, "If you don't cry, I won't feel pain."

"You brat, you almost scared me to death, and you still have the mind to joke around." Shen Qingheng wiped away her tears, stroking the young face that was so similar to Lin Yunyuan's, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

The scene from that night kept replaying in his mind; he couldn't help but recall the moment Lin Siheng was injured time and time again.

He simply couldn't bear to think what would have happened to Siheng... Fortunately, God had eyes and allowed Siheng to escape this calamity.

Lin Siheng comforted his father for a long time, insisting that he only had a minor injury, before he could finally calm him down.

At this moment, Jiang Xiao walked in carrying a bowl of medicine.

Shen Qingheng took the medicine bowl and fed it to her son.

Since Lin Siheng became aware of things, he has rarely had the opportunity to spend such intimate time with his stepfather.

He was long past the age of being spoiled, and now, being taken care of so meticulously by his stepfather, he felt not only happy but also a little embarrassed.

Before the bowl of medicine was even finished, another cry reached Lin Siheng's ears.

"My dear grandson!"

Hearing Aung's voice, Lin Siheng responded, "Yes, I'm here."

He originally wanted to say, "He's not dead, he's still alive," but his uncle was there, and if he heard that, he would definitely be angry.

The Lin family did not split up, but Lin San bought a house outside when he got married.

Since the eldest and third sons' homes were not far apart, Ye Qingyu chose to live in both places.

The news of Lin Siheng's assassination attempt had barely reached Ye Qingyu's ears when he rushed over in a panic.

"Quickly, let Grandpa take a look. Where is he hurt?" Ye Qingyu saw the bandages on Lin Siheng's body and felt even more distressed. "Such a big hole! My dear grandson has suffered so much."

Lin Siheng said, "It's alright, it's alright, it's just that there was a bit too much bandage, the wound isn't actually that big."

Ye Qingyu was heartbroken and wished she could be the one who got hurt.

After a while, Wang Zhao came to visit with Shi Ming and Shi Yue.

People came to visit him one after another, and Lin Siheng eventually became so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, and he didn't even know when he fell asleep.

When she woke up again, the moon was high in the sky, and only Jiang Xiao and Xin Yu were left in the room.

Shen Qingheng originally planned to take care of his son himself. He had stayed by his son's side for two days and two nights without sleep, and his eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion.

He hadn't even rested for a few hours when he heard his son had woken up, so he rushed over again.

Xinyu felt sorry for her younger brother and persuaded him to go home and rest, assuring him that he could take good care of him.

Lin Siheng needed to rest, so his servants waited outside for his instructions.

Jiang Xiao, on the other hand, mustered up the courage to stay because she was worried about Lin Siheng.

The two of them hadn't interacted much before, and were merely acquaintances of each other; now they had nothing to say to each other either.

Xin Yu was quietly reading a book, while Jiang Xiao sat on the edge of the bed, holding her face in her hands and waiting for Lin Siheng to wake up.

So when Lin Siheng opened his eyes, he saw the little liar looking at him with clear eyes, just like a flower.

"You're awake? Would you like some water?"

"Give me some."

As Jiang Xiao went to get some water, Xin Yu came up to him and asked, "Brother, are you hungry?"

Lin Siheng shook her head. "I'm not hungry."

In the afternoon, his grandfather had fed him a large bowl of bird's nest porridge, so he wasn't hungry at all. "Why are you still here?"

Xin Yu replied matter-of-factly, "Of course I'll stay and take care of you."

"No need, you can go back," Lin Siheng said. "Xiaoxiao can stay."

Xin Yu: "..."

Jiang Xiao brought over a glass of water. "Okay, I'll stay and take care of him."

Xinyu sat back down by the window and continued reading his book.

Lin Siheng was very worried. "Don't read so late at night. Be careful not to ruin your eyes."

Xinyu pointed to the two candlesticks on the table, "The light is very bright and won't hurt your eyes."

He paused for a moment, then added, "And I don't watch it all the time; I take breaks."

Well, at least you know how to balance work and rest.

Lin Siheng said, "Come here and massage my legs."

Xin Yu closed the book, not angry at all. She kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and earnestly massaged her brother's legs.

"She's so sensible," Lin Siheng remarked.

Xin Yu didn't want to talk to him.

Jiang Xiao was holding a spoon, about to feed him water, when she saw him sit up on his own.

Jiang Xiao: "Ah!"

"What are you yelling about?" Lin Siheng said. "I'm a little weak, help me up."

Xin Yu and Jiang Xiao quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Xin Yu exclaimed in shock, "Didn't the doctor say it would take several days to recover my strength?"

"I'm just tired, not paralyzed," Lin Siheng said. "Sleeping for too long gives me a headache, so I'm getting up to move around."

The two children supporting him looked at each other, and Jiang Xiao said, "Siheng, why don't you lie down? What if your wound reopens?"

"It's not that easy to break." Lin Siheng got up from the bed with the help of the two people. "Alright, let go. I can stand on my own."

Xin Yu and Jiang Xiao refused to let go of each other no matter what.

Lin Siheng said helplessly, "I'm not lying to you, I really can stand firm."

The two then carefully released him.

Lin Siheng took a few steps without stumbling, but walked very slowly.

"You little liar, go get my clothes."

"oh."

Jiang Xiao ran to the clothes rack to get Lin Siheng's clothes and dressed him. Just as she was tying the belt, she suddenly remembered, "Oh right, the dressing still needs to be changed!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Xinyu said. "The doctor said it should be changed every twelve hours, it's time."

Jiang Xiao hurriedly ran to get the ointment, and in her haste, she even kicked over a round stool.

Lin Siheng didn't find him annoying at all; on the contrary, she watched him bustling around with great interest.

When changing the dressing, Jiang Xiao had a habit of smelling the ointment first. He smelled it carefully and hesitated slightly.

"What's wrong?" Lin Siheng asked.

Jiang Xiao hesitated before speaking, "This ointment smells a bit off; it's different from the previous one."

Xinyu said, "How is that possible? The ointment has always been kept in this room; no one could have tampered with it."

"But the taste is just different..." Jiang Xiao said weakly, doubting her own judgment.

Lin Siheng chose to believe him, saying only, "Xinyu, go and call someone."

Xin Yu nodded and sent someone to fetch the doctor.

Jiang Xiao was actually a little at a loss. He sniffed the ointment carefully again, as if trying to determine what it smelled like.

Lin Siheng patted his head. "Do you think this medicine has an extra smell, or is it missing something?"

Jiang Xiao hesitated.

"There are only the two of us here now, don't be afraid, speak."

"Yes... there's a different herbal flavor, but I don't know what that herb is."

"We'll know everything once the doctor comes and examines it," Lin Siheng muttered to herself. "I didn't expect you, little liar, to be so good at everything but your nose."