At five in the morning, the two guards at the gate would leave, and then only a nanny would be there to take care of An Ruo.
It would not be until five-thirty that the shift-changing bodyguards would arrive.
An Xin felt as if Heaven was helping her.
It was that time, in that half an hour, she would kill An Ruo.
Tang Yuchen personally fed An Ruo a bowl of porridge, and when he saw a grain of rice remaining at the corner of her mouth, his eyes darkened, and he leaned over to lick it away.
Feeling no taste, he licked her lips again, his tongue invading her mouth in a plunder, only then could he taste the porridge.
Sweet, fragrant, and soft.
Soft, that was her tongue.
An Ruo froze, her whole body stiff, as she glared at him angrily, "What are you doing?!"
The man curved his lips into a charming smile, "Just tasting how the porridge is."
"If you want to taste, there it is!" There was no need for such a disgusting method.
"But I’m hungry," he shrugged his shoulders, adopting the look of someone without a choice.
An Ruo knew that when he said he was hungry, it was not his stomach that was calling out, but another kind of hunger.
Averting her gaze, she suddenly asked him, "Are my legs really injured that badly? Why can’t I move them at all?"
Other than pain, she couldn’t feel anything.
It was like her arms were dislocated, wanting to lift them, but they just wouldn’t budge.
A fleeting shadow passed through the man’s eyes, so fast that she didn’t see it.
He tucked her in, speaking in a light tone, "You have a fracture in both your knees, you’ll need about half a year to walk again."
If it required that much time, her legs must be badly injured.
Tang Yuchen comforted her, "It’s fortunate it’s only a fracture. It will heal, and at least your legs are saved."
An Ruo nodded, indeed that was fortunate.
Having fallen from such a height, she was thankful to heaven for being alive and for saving her legs.
Seeing that she was getting sleepy, he told her to close her eyes and sleep, "Go to sleep, tomorrow your rest might be disturbed."
Yes, An Xin would come tomorrow; she was looking forward to seeing An Xin’s true face being exposed.
Night gradually fell.
A long time passed, and when the clock pointed to five in the morning, the person in bed heard someone stealthily pushing open the door.
These were not the footsteps of the nanny; she guessed she had been intercepted halfway.
Under the dim light, a person wearing a duckbill hat, white mask, and mens’ sportswear, unidentifiable as male or female, walked in.
Looking at the person deep in sleep on the bed, a cold sneer flashed in his eyes.
Quietly approaching the sick bed, he took out a syringe with his gloved hand, the sharp needle aimed at the IV bag.
Just as he was about to pierce the bag and inject the liquid from the syringe into it, the person on the bed suddenly flipped off the covers and grabbed his wrist.
His wrist shaking, the syringe fell to the floor, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.
"Snap!" Someone turned on the lights, and the hospital room lit up as bright as day.
The person lying on the bed was a man. He forcefully pulled the newcomer’s hat and mask off, revealing An Xin’s face to everyone’s view.
"Clap, clap, clap." Tang Yuchen gently applauded, slowly walking into the room from the door.
He hooked his lips while looking at An Xin, and asked with a faint smile, "Miss An, what brings you here so early without sleeping?"
She had fallen into their trap!
Realizing this, An Xin suddenly felt the fear of falling into an