When Liu Zhizhong entered the companion room, he almost didn't recognize her.
In just a few days, Lin Juan's skin had become even more delicate and snowy white, the haggard look on her face completely gone.
Even the slight crow's feet around her eyes were almost invisible.
Her originally somewhat rough and slender hands now had a moist luster.
Her gray hair had been treated but not dyed black, yet it still had a unique and charming beauty, each strand shiny and wavy, elastic, and textured.
A midnight blue mid-length skirt paired with a nebula pattern added a few touches of captivating artistry to the beautiful girl-next-door look.
Overall, Lin Juan no longer looked like a 34-year-old matron but rather seemed to have regressed to her late twenties.
Liu Zhizhong could hardly believe his eyes, "You... Sister Juan, you look too young, too pretty, too sexy!"
Lin Juan's face flushed with excitement, and her heart surged with fervor, suddenly throwing herself onto Liu Zhizhong and hugging him tightly.
Her throbbing heart almost made Liu Zhizhong feel like he was flying.
The scent of top-quality cosmetics was truly more intoxicating than the crude perfumes of before—fresh, elegant, distant, and meaningful.
Her smooth, small face pressed against Liu Zhizhong's, already so warm and tender, stimulated him to nearly stand up straight.
But Lin Juan's tears flowed wildly, her voice low with sobs.
"Zhizhong, my dear brother, you're so good, so good."
"Without you, I wouldn't know what to do, I really wouldn't..."
"Youyou's surgery was very successful, very successful..."
She held him, stood on her tiptoes, pouring out endless gratitude and affection.
Of course, she mentioned that she had received a share of the money, the amount of which was so great that she couldn't fathom it and didn't know how to handle it, wanting to hear Liu Zhizhong's opinions.
She also said that a lady named Lu Yumei had visited the hospital a couple of days ago, had seen Lin Youyou, and left behind a check for one hundred thousand yuan, saying she was Liu Zhizhong's mother-in-law. Lin Juan said she refused it, but Lu Yumei insisted, saying that not accepting it was not an option, and that if she got angry, Liu Zhizhong would have a hard time.
Well, Lin Juan could only accept it.
Liu Zhizhong suddenly realized...
Good heavens, this mother-in-law, who had unhappily hung up the phone that day, had actually gone to the hospital to find Lin Youyou and her mother.
However, in the past couple of days, they had been in touch, and Liu Zhizhong felt that the mother-in-law hadn't shown any emotional changes; at least she wasn't angry.
Ah, what a kind mother-in-law!
Liu Zhizhong held Lin Juan's slim waist, feeling the elasticity of her body. While listening to her speak, he could also see through the glass into the ICU.
Lin Youyou's face had more color than before, lying quietly. The medical indicators such as pulse and ECG showed weak values, but they were much stronger than the last time he saw them.
The little girl was full of life; she would fully recover, then go to school, enjoy life, her mother now supported by wealth and a stable job; this was exactly what Uncle Zhizhong wanted to see.
He smiled with relief, holding Lin Juan's waist, unconsciously feeling something unusual.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that Lin Juan's loose skirt had opened a bit, and her legs had inadvertently clamped around the little impudent rise. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝕟𝕖𝕥
Liu Zhizhong's heart trembled, he almost took flight with the sensation.
This feeling was too blissful, right?
Especially Lin Juan, her legs still crossing and swaying, her red lips reaching Liu Zhizhong's chin.
Her voice, like a series of alluring murmurs, nearly exploded Liu Zhizhong's brain.
Luckily, this was a high-end private ICU companion room, single-person, private, the door locked, unseen by any.
But when Lin Juan kissed Liu Zhizhong's lips, he completely lost his composure, responded for a moment, then gently pulled away.
Liu Zhizhong held her tightly, bending his head down, his chin resting on her fragrant shoulder, whispering in a low voice, "Sister Juan, not here... absolutely not here..."
Lin Juan spoke in a dreamy voice, "Then let's go home, back to my place…"
"But... we have to stay with Youyou. If she wakes up and can't see any adults, wouldn't she be very upset?" Liu Zhizhong felt quite embarrassed—here he was, in a moment of crisis for the child, yet adults were distracted by such thoughts. And he himself was like a red-hot iron rod at the moment.
"But... Youyou once said, 'Uncle Zhizhong is so much better than that awful man, mom, if he isn't married, could he be my dad?' She's twelve, and she's serious..."
"My God, Sister Juan…"
"Have mercy on the child, then; from now on, you could be her Zhizhong dad. She's been fatherless since birth, as you know..."
"Ah... Having such a daughter, I'm willing, but her mother…"
"Her mother is your woman too, if you want her, take her…"
With that, Lin Juan couldn't hold back any longer, a surge of strength burst forth, pushing Liu Zhizhong onto the room's large sofa...