Lin Xinlan listened with a terrified heart, her face turning pale.
So he hadn’t gone on a business trip, but to do something dangerous.
No wonder he had postponed his return by three days, because he had been injured...
"Rong Shaoze didn’t let us tell you this because he was afraid you would worry. Don’t blame him, he also wanted to find your child as soon as possible."
Lin Xinlan walked over and sat by the bed, looking at Rong Shaoze’s sleeping face and smiled, "How could I blame him? No matter what he does, I can understand."
Tao Hua breathed a sigh of relief, "It’s best that you think this way. These medicines, once he wakes up, let him take them. I’m leaving now. Call me if anything happens."
"Where is his wound?"
After Tao Hua left, Lin Xinlan stretched her hand under the blanket, slowly reaching into his clothing to touch his muscular skin.
Her fingers searched until they found a patch of medicine several centimeters from his heart.
Just a little bit more and the bullet would have hit his heart...
If he had died, she couldn’t imagine just how heartbroken she would be.
Rong Shaoze, you fool, why didn’t you investigate thoroughly before taking action?
Do you know that your recklessness almost killed you...
Lin Xinlan’s eyes dropped slightly, a tear falling.
Rong Shaoze woke up to see Lin Xinlan coming in with a bowl of porridge.
She sat down beside him and said calmly, "Get up and eat something, you haven’t eaten in a day."
Rong Shaoze knew he was sick.
He sat up with an embarrassed smile, "Xinlan, I’ve worried you."
Lin Xinlan also smiled, "It’s just a small cold, there’s nothing to worry about. Eat your porridge."
The man propped himself against the headboard; having been ill, he felt somewhat weak.
Lin Xinlan took the initiative to scoop up a spoonful of porridge to feed him; he opened his mouth to eat it with enjoyment.
"Mhm," Lin Xinlan continued to feed him another spoonful.
"Didn’t I tell you to stay out of the kitchen? The servants can handle these tasks. What if you tire yourself out?" Rong Shaoze said with concern.
Lin Xinlan lowered her eyes, her tone still faint, "Right now, the only thing I can do is make some porridge for you. I can’t do anything else. Besides, I don’t feel at ease letting others do it."
Rong Shaoze’s eyes flickered with a touch of emotion.
"Xinlan, you are so good to me."
"Am I? But I feel that I haven’t been good enough to you," Lin Xinlan said, her tone still distant.
The man frowned slightly, "What’s wrong? Do you have something on your mind?"
"Stop lying to me, I can tell. Tell me, what happened?" Rong Shaoze asked with concern.
Lin Xinlan kept feeding him, "Quickly finish the porridge, it will get cold and you can’t eat it then."
"Finish the porridge!"
"..." Rong Shaoze had no choice but to finish the porridge first.
He watched Lin Xinlan’s expression; her face was blank, her eyes calm, giving nothing away.
When he finished, he asked her eagerly.
Lin Xinlan put the bowl aside and sighed, "How did you get the gunshot wound on your chest?"
Rong Shaoze’s face changed slightly, he pressed his lips together and said in a deep voice, "You saw it?"
"I know all about it." Lin Xinlan looked straight into his eyes with composure.
"Did Tao Hua tell you?"
"He did it for your own good."