Lin Xinlan was already sweating profusely, and when the cool breeze hit her, she shivered from the cold. Rong Shaoze held her a bit tighter, opened the car door to put her in, and then got in from the other side.
Leaning against the car window, Lin Xinlan kept her eyes closed. She did not speak, and neither did the man.
Her silence made his mood somewhat gloomy and, inexplicably, he lost the urge to scold or tease her.
He just sat there with a stern face, his thin lips slightly pursed.
After returning to the villa, Rong Shaoze carefully placed her in bed. Xinlan wrapped herself in the quilt and fell asleep. Today, not only her body was exhausted, but so was her heart.
All she wanted was a good rest, to drive away all the tiredness and grievances in her heart...
Watching her in deep sleep, Rong Shaoze stood by the bed for a long time before leaving.
Not knowing how long she had slept, Lin Xinlan vaguely heard Rong Shaoze’s grim voice, "Why hasn’t she woken up yet?"
"Don’t worry, she’s fine. She’ll wake up naturally when she’s had enough sleep. I’m saying, you might have gone too far this time. Girls are fragile, they can’t endure too much from tough guys like you."
"You talk too much; get lost after the check-up."
"I knew it. In the eyes of wealthy young masters like you, I’m just an on-call private doctor. Poor me, always being exploited, getting thinner and spiritless."
"It seems your spirits are down because you were busy last night. Stop blaming it on us. Young masters, huh? You are the richest of them all. When it comes to women, you’re harsher than anyone. And you pretend to be innocent in front of me? Isn’t that disgusting?"
"Alright, I’ll leave. I don’t want to be overworked and then resented."
Lin Xinlan opened her eyes to see an IV bag of glucose hanging above her head. She had an IV needle in her hand and was on a drip.
What happened to her? Was she sick?
Sitting up, she removed the IV needle, and immediately, a few drops of fresh blood appeared on the back of her hand.
She wiped it off with a tissue and then went downstairs.
Rong Shaoze had taken a walk around the garden and had just entered the living room when he saw Lin Xinlan, in her pajamas, coming down the stairs.
He looked at her for a moment before striding forward, "Awake?"
"What happened to me?" Xinlan asked faintly. She looked at him just like before, very ordinary, and her tone was also very ordinary.
She seemed to have forgotten what happened that night, as if none of it had ever occurred.
But Rong Shaoze always felt there was a subtle change in her, yet he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had changed.
"You had a fever due to a cold and have been unconscious for two days."
"Oh. I’m a bit hungry now, I’ll go get something to eat first." Xinlan moved to walk past him, but Rong Shaoze caught her wrist, his deep eyes looking into hers.
His gaze was too sharp, like a searchlight, revealing everything hidden.
Lin Xinlan blinked and asked with a frown of confusion, "Is there something wrong?"
Rong Shaoze’s eyelids briefly closed then opened again, he let go of her, rubbed her head, and said with a slight smile, "No, go eat. Lao Gu made you something nice, so you don’t need to cook for yourself."
"Okay." Xinlan turned and walked away, avoiding his hand.
What she didn’t see was that the man’s hand paused in midair for a second before falling.
After eating, Lin Xinlan felt much more energetic.
She took a walk in the garden to regain her strength and then went back to the living room planning to go upstairs.