This man is truly favored by the creator.
Lu Jinghan just lightly dozed off. Feeling the touch on his skin, he opened his eyes, placing his palm on Han Xi’s forehead for a few seconds: "Luckily, the fever’s gone."
Han Xi was a little dazed: "Did I have a fever?"
Lu Jinghan pulled Han Xi into his arms, his voice carrying the hoarseness of just waking up: "Last night, you had a fever of 38.9 degrees. Fortunately, Doctor Liu came over and gave you an IV drip."
Han Xi looked up at Lu Jinghan’s bloodshot eyes: "You didn’t sleep much at all last night, did you?"
After the IV drip last night, Lu Jinghan felt Han Xi was still a bit warm, so he kept using a wet towel to physically cool her down. It wasn’t until after 3 a.m. that Han Xi’s temperature went down, and he managed to sleep a bit.
"You sleep a bit more first; I’ll go downstairs to see if breakfast is ready."
Han Xi got up from the bed, washed up and changed clothes in the bathroom before heading to the dining room: "Sister Zhang, is breakfast ready?"
Sister Zhang poked her head halfway out of the kitchen, smilingly replied: "It’ll be ready soon, Madam, just wait a moment."
"Okay, I’m not in a hurry, Sister Zhang."
Han Xi was about to return to the bedroom when the doorbell rang. She walked over to open the door, her face turning a bit unpleasant in an instant: "Grandpa, why are you here?"
Old Sir Lu glanced at Lin Dongyang and Lin Weiyang beside him: "Han, let’s go inside and talk."
Han Xi helped Old Sir Lu to sit down on the sofa in the living room and asked Sister Zhang to make a pot of tea.
Old Sir Lu looked at Han Xi with difficulty, his deep voice filled with helplessness: "Han, try to persuade Jing Han not to make Weiyang leave. After all, it’s been just the father and daughter relying on each other for years. Weiyang said she knows she was wrong, and she came specifically to apologize to you."
Han Xi was a bit taken aback by Old Sir Lu’s words: "Grandpa, where does Jing Han want Lin Weiyang to go?"
"Han Xi, don’t tell me you don’t know what’s going on. You’re really good at pretending, inciting Jing Han to come to my house in the middle of the night yesterday to hold us accountable, and now with just a few words, you want to completely wash your hands of it."
Lin Weiyang’s words were as sharp as knives, showing no consideration that Old Sir Lu was right there beside her.
Sister Zhang couldn’t stand it anymore, furiously retorting at Lin Weiyang: "Stop spouting nonsense. Our Madam didn’t tell Sir anything; it was me who told him. Holding you accountable is letting you off easy. I think someone should find a way to give this malicious woman a good beating."
"How dare a servant like you speak to me this way? Don’t you have any manners?"
Lin Weiyang’s voice went sharp, her widened pupils holding a malicious glint.
Han Xi looked at her coolly, her tone also unyielding: "This is my home. The people in my house aren’t for you to discipline, and is this your attitude when coming to apologize to me?"
Lin Weiyang was rendered speechless by the retort, unable to find her voice for quite some time.
The atmosphere became tense, so to alleviate it, Lin Dongyang spoke with a smile: "Miss Han, it was all Weiyang’s fault previously. Please don’t hold it against her for her mother’s sake."
Before Han Xi could respond, Lu Jinghan’s cold voice sounded from the staircase: "It seems my words didn’t mean anything to you two, father and daughter?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Dongyang became restless, instinctively looking towards Old Sir Lu.
Old Sir Lu sighed: "Jing Han..."