At night, Ruan Xingwan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the heavy rainy night outside, slightly in a trance, not knowing what he was thinking.
After standing like this for a long time, someone suddenly picked up a piece of clothing behind me.
Ruan Xingwan turned around and looked at the man in front of him. He was stunned for a moment before saying, "When did you come back?"
Zhou Cishen held her shoulders with both hands: "It's been a while, aren't you tired of standing all the time?"
He didn't say it was okay and he didn't feel much. Once he said it, Ruan Xingwan felt a little sore in his waist and legs.
Zhou Cishen put his arm around her shoulders and brought her to the sofa to sit down.
On the coffee table, there is still steaming food.
Zhou Cishen picked up the soup bowl, scooped out a spoonful of soup, blew on it before putting it to her mouth: "I heard from Aunt Zhang that you didn't eat much at night, what's wrong with you?"
Ruan Xingwan shook his head, opened his mouth and drank the soup before saying: "I just have no appetite..."
After a pause, fearing that Zhou Cishen would think too much, she quickly added: "I must have eaten too much at lunch, I can eat quite well these days."
Zhou Cishen fed her spoonful by spoonful, and after finishing all the soup in the bowl: "Ruan Chen is gone?"
Ruan Xingwan nodded lightly, took the empty bowl from Zhou Cishen and put it on the coffee table: "Let's go. William left with him. I hope they can take care of each other and accompany each other when they arrive in London."
"Will do."
When Zhou Cishen was about to get the bowls and chopsticks, his hand was grabbed.
Ruan Xingwan held his hand: "By the way, I have something to tell you."
"Um?"
Ruan Xingwan frowned slightly: "Today... I went to Xie Rong's underground casino and met Wen Qian, do you remember?
Just that..."
Ruan Xingwan didn't know how to describe it for a while, so he thought for a moment and said, "It's the designer who was sponsored by you to study in Paris."
Zhou Cishen: "..."
He said seriously: "My memory is not that bad, I know."
Finally, he added: "Didn't I say that this matter is over?"
Ruan Xingwan curled her lips: "I don't want to settle old scores with you because of this. I'm just afraid that you don't remember who she is. If I say that, won't you know immediately?"
Zhou Cishen repeated: "If you don't say that, I would know it."
Ruan Xingwan was about to answer, but found it funny, stopped talking, and said again: "Okay, this is not important, I want to say that I think they are not just trying to blame Xie Rong, according to what Wen Qian said
, they wanted to use the fact that Xie Rong had helped me to turn me into the one who ordered him to kill Li Feng, but I thought about it and found it very strange..."
Zhou Cishen pursed her thin lips slightly and put the bowl and chopsticks in her hands: "Don't think about it, we'll talk about it after we eat."
"But……"
He said in a deep voice: "It's cold."
Ruan Xingwan pouted and could only lower his head to eat.
However, because she still ate a little bit in the evening, she just drank a bowl of soup and only ate less than half of it before she couldn't eat any more.
Zhou Cishen saw that she was really full, so he took the bowl from her hand.
Ruan Xingwan didn't expect that he would just eat her leftovers, so she quickly said: "Hey, I'll cook some noodles for you..."
Zhou Cishen held her wrist: "No, you sit down."
He quickly finished the rest of the meal and stood up with the tray: "I'll put it downstairs, you go to sleep first."
I don't know if it was Ruan Xingwan's misunderstanding, but it felt like he didn't really want to talk to her about the topic just now.
But it is fair to say that Zhou Cishen is already very tired every day, and now there are more things like Xie Rong and Wen Qian, and even a tough guy can't stand it.
Ruan Xingwan smiled at him: "Okay."
downstairs.
Zhou Cishen put the tray into the kitchen sink, turned around and walked a few steps when Jiang Yuan's voice came from behind: "Are you free, let's chat?"
Zhou Cishen turned around, his expression unchanged.
Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Yuan crossed his legs: "Two things, one bad news and one worse news."
Zhou Cishen crossed his legs and looked at him steadily, saying nothing.
Jiang Yuan coughed and decided that it was more important to save his life, so it was better not to give up on it yet.
He continued: "Your father... Mr. Zhou's health is getting worse day by day. He can't survive this winter. If it goes faster, it will only take ten days and a half."
Zhou Cishen was not surprised, and his expression did not waver at all. He said calmly: "What about the second thing."
"I tested the medicine bottle that Mr. Zhou brought out, and the drug residue contained in it was indeed an enhanced version of the batch of nutritional injections that Jiangzhou had destroyed.
In addition, a new type of toxin was detected in that medicine bottle."
Zhou Ci's deep eyes instantly turned cold: "What did you say?"
Jiang Yuan said: "I have sent it back to the laboratory for detailed testing, and asked them to re-examine the child comprehensively, but don't worry, based on our previous examination and treatment of him, we found no other abnormalities in his body.
Maybe the new toxin got onto the bottle accidentally somewhere else.
Everything has to wait for the test results from the laboratory."
Zhou Cishen's jaw was slightly tensed, and his whole body felt chilly.
So, is this Zhou Junnian’s next move?
Use all the cruel methods on children who are only a few months old.
Jiang Yuan lowered his voice: "I think it's better not to let Ruan Xingwan do this. We all know how difficult it is for her to conceive this child, and... all her hope and persistence come from me telling her
She, the umbilical cord blood of the unborn child in her belly can..."
Zhou Cishen interrupted him: "If it is a new type of toxin, do you have any solution?"
"This...it's hard to say. We have to know the ingredients in detail. The dosages we have checked so far are very light. But what is certain is that it will not cause life danger. I just don't know what kind of consequences it will cause.
Some toxins have an incubation period."
Jiang Yuan sighed: "Fortunately we discovered it early, otherwise when the toxin starts to take effect, all the previous efforts would have been in vain.
Your half-dead father still played some role."
Zhou Cishen's lips tightened and his brows furrowed. After a moment, he said, "Amanda must have given him the poison. They met in Canada before. I'll send someone there to find clues."
Jiang Yuan nodded, and when he stood up, he still asked: "Mr. Zhou really won't live long, are you... sure you don't want to see him for the last time?
Every time I go over, he is asking you. He looks like a haggard old man who is about to die. He looks very pitiful."
Zhou Cishen raised his eyes and looked at him coldly: "The reason why you feel sorry for him is because what he did did not cause any harm to you."
After speaking, he got up and went upstairs directly.
Jiang Yuan clicked his tongue, he really shouldn't ask this question.
But the doctor is kind-hearted, so he has completed his task and stopped Mr. Zhou from thinking about it.