Zhixing had a fever for two days and almost developed pneumonia. He didn't open his eyes until the third day.
"Well... I'm so thirsty..." Lying on the bed, she felt weak all over.
At this time, someone helped her up and put a glass of water to her mouth. After taking a few sips, she became more energetic. When she raised her head and saw Leng Yiyan, Zhi Xing felt the anger in her chest "swelling".
When she got angry, she pushed him away angrily and swung her round hand, "Asshole, you still have the guts to show up in front of me?!"
Grabbing her soft hand, Leng Yi did not get angry, but handed over the water again, "Drink some more, keep your spirits up, and I'll give you another shot."
"Stop being so hypocritical! Leng Yiyi, what tricks are you trying to play?"
Looking at her, he slowly stood up and said, "Listen, I only have to say this once." He turned his back and said, "I'm sorry."
Zhixing was stunned.
He stood there with his back straight, but he still couldn't conceal his loneliness. "I shouldn't have thrown you there, let alone tied you with that thing. I won't do it again in the future."
"You..." Zhi Xing bit his lip, all the anger choked in his throat.
She doesn't like this kind of herself.
She turned her face away and treated him deliberately indifferently, "Why did you bring me back here? This is your home, not mine."
Leng Yiran turned around, looked at her, and walked out of the room without saying a word.
Outside the house, Yan Min's voice came, "Is this little bitch awake?"
"Mom, I don't want to hear you call her that again." His voice was low and powerful, revealing a strength that could not be refused.
"..."
"Also, her body has not recovered yet, and I don't want you to disturb her. Including Uncle Cheng."
"Similarly..."
Zhixing sat on the bed, unable to believe his ears.
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As Leng Yiran said, during her illness, except for the doctor who came on time, Mrs. Liu was the only one who came in and out. Tao Weicheng wanted to go in and see his daughter several times, but Leng Yiran politely refused. It seemed that he was hers.
Guardian. I don't know whether it was because he felt guilty or because he finally had an excuse not to face it. Tao Weicheng didn't think there was anything wrong and just asked him to take good care of her.
During this period, Xiao Ji came to see her twice, and when he saw Leng Yi, his little face turned sour and he was too lazy to pay attention to her.
Yan Min didn't want to stay in her home and clamored to go on a trip. Tao Weicheng couldn't persuade her, so he had to agree to accompany her, and temporarily handed over the company to Leng Yiran.
But when he returned, the company had undergone earth-shaking changes.
That day, Tao Weicheng came home angrily from the company and slammed open the door of Zhixing's room, "Same! Come to my study!"
Zhixing saw her father for the first time in so many days, but he didn't even look at her. She turned over and pulled the quilt over her head. Leng Yiran stood up and faced the quilt as if he had expected it.
The person said, "I will take the medicine if I wait, and I am not allowed to throw it away again."
Tao Weicheng was startled by that matter-of-fact tone, his brows furrowed, and he turned around and went to the study room first.
Then, Tao Weicheng's roaring voice came from the study, "I have always treated you as my own son, why are you doing this?!"
After a long time, Leng Yiran's cold voice came, "How did my father die?"