If she hadn't woken up in time, she would have lost a relative and friend and gained an enemy.
Some people say that the most terrifying thing is not your enemies, but your friends who turn into enemies and stab you in the back.
Because he knows where to stab you the deepest, where it hurts the most, and where you are most defenseless.
If Leng Lintian becomes her enemy, her world will only be destroyed.
Jing Jiaren struggled on the bed and wanted to get up.
"Your ankle is injured, and the doctor asked you to rest in bed." Aunt Pan quickly stopped her.
"I've had enough rest."
I have been sick and bedridden.
"Go and get me the painting tools. I want to paint."
"Painting?" Aunt Pan gave her a strange look. Seeing that she was no longer as emotional as yesterday, she asked tentatively, "Then just sit on the bed and paint, and don't wander around. I haven't eaten for so long.
Should you eat some too?"
Jing Jiaren no longer resisted and nodded obediently: "Give it to me."
Leng Lintian wanted her to draw a portrait of him, and he had asked her many times.
She wanted to do something for him, what he longed for...
He can't get her love care, so as a friend? Shouldn't he get some greetings and care from her?
"The porridge is already cold, let me heat it up...and add some side dishes?"
"No need..." Jing Jiaren drank in three sips, suddenly feeling that she had a lot of things to do.
She owes a lot of debt and needs to work hard to repay it.
Watching Jing Jiaren slurping porridge, Aunt Pan happily took out her phone and took photos.
"Aunt Pan, what's so good about me eating porridge?" She was lying on the bed slovenly with messy hair, and her face was haggard and pale.
"Show it to the young master," Aunt Pan said. "You don't eat, and the young master has been refusing to eat. Now that you are finally willing to drink porridge, he will definitely feel more at ease."
"..."
"But if I go there with an empty bowl, he may not believe it. If I take a picture of it, he will believe it."
Jing Jiaren's throat was blocked and the porridge almost choked her throat.
Even though she was torturing her, he would also suffer the torture together, but he still refused to let her go.
Aunt Pan recorded the scene of Jing Jiaren eating porridge and ordered the servant on the side to go to the kitchen to serve porridge to the young master.
"The young master said, he will eat whatever you eat, and he will eat as much as you eat."
"..." Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment, "I am a woman and my appetite is different. If he eats so little, won't he be hungry?"
"That's it!"
Jing Jiaren saw some steamed buns and steamed buns on the cabinet: "Aunt Pan, bring that over here, I want to eat it too."
"Miss Jiaren, can you still eat?"
"Um."
"Eat more, good." Aunt Pan happily raised the camera again, wishing that Jing Jiaren could stuff a whole roasted suckling pig, so that the young master could eat more.
Jing Jiaren burped until she couldn't eat anymore. She felt like vomiting. She had been bedridden for the past few days and hadn't eaten much. It was very uncomfortable to suddenly have so much food in her stomach.
I asked the servant to take a look at her with a round European-style mirror and found that she had lost a lot of weight.
A pair of eyes were red and swollen to an exaggerated degree.
Her messy hair was tied up, and with the help of the servant, she went to the bathroom to clean herself briefly, and also applied some powder to cover up the traces of tears, and she suddenly looked very energetic.
She couldn't show her longing for Ximen Longting to Leng Lintian, it would be too hurtful.
Aunt Pan had already brought the painting tools and stood by the window as instructed by Jing Jiaren.