first floor, and planned to hail a taxi home for a nap.As soon as she stepped out of the hall, she saw a lengthened Bentley parked outside. The window was rolled down, revealing Huo Mingzheng's cold a...Six hours ago.

Ji Lin was smoking in the hallway when Cao Fang suddenly pushed the door open. The first thing he saw was Fu Hanlin, no way around it, Fu Hanlin's aura was too strong, impossible to ignore.

Then, he said with embarrassment, "Second Young Master Ji, Miss Fu is awake."

However, before Cao Fang could say anything about going to see Fu Yan, Ji Lin pushed him aside and strode towards Fu Yan's ward.

There came a muffled sound of sobbing from within, though faint, Ji Lin could hear it.

He froze, withdrew his hand from the doorknob, and after a long silence, turned around silently. He stood in front of the door, keeping everyone at bay, and didn't go inside himself.

Only after the room had grown completely silent did he push open the door. His previous somber expression vanished, replaced by a lighthearted tone as he asked, "Hurting this badly, you can't even get out of bed"

"Try it"

"I would love to, but unfortunately I don't have that capability."

Otherwise, he would have to pay for the pain himself.

There are many things in this world that cannot be empathized with, some related to gender and others not. All he can do is try his best to make her feel comfortable.

Fu Yan turned her head to look out the window, not letting Ji Lin see her eyes.

This time, it wasn't fear of Ji Lin laughing at her, but fear that Ji Lin would be sadder than she was.

Ji Lin didn't expose him, pulled a chair over, and sat down on the other side of the bed.

Her back was still pierced with needles, receiving an IV drip. Ji Lin didn't understand these things; he only knew that Fu Yan was very afraid of pain.

Once at Huo Gong's residence, she had a fever and stubbornly endured it. She fainted, but luckily Huo Yuan discovered her in time and sent her to the hospital. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

He pretended to jest: “If it hurts, scream it out. I won’t laugh at you.”

Fu Yanchi laughed, "Not really a tough girl."

She whispered, "I don't feel anything, actually. The doctor gave me anesthesia, so I don't know anything." Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she could hear the patter of rain outside her window.

"Ji Lin, I'm sorry, you won't be able to be godfather anymore." Her voice was hoarse.

Ji Lin heard her crying even at the door. He had never seen Fu Yan cry like that before, his heart was breaking.

He smirked, "No problem, I'll be your dad then."

Fu Yan couldn't hold back, she burst out laughing, tears streaming down her face. "You took advantage of me! I'm telling my mom, you've been eyeing her for a long time!"

Ji Lin quickly begged for mercy, “Please, Sister Yan, don’t tell Aunt Song. I'm most afraid of her. You wouldn't believe it, every time she sees me, she asks when I plan to marry you. She makes me feel like I actually want to marry you!”

This is something that Song Qingshuang could achieve.

Her greatest wish was for Fu Yan to marry into a wealthy family. Although the Ji family wasn't as prominent as the Huo or Fu families, it was still one of the top families in Nancheng. It was said that the old Ji family had quite a reputation in the northeast as well.

It's just that two people may not have a spark, and they can even risk their lives for each other, but that doesn't necessarily lead to love.

Ji Lin saw a faint smile playing on the corner of her lips, knowing she had been amused by him, and also knowing that she was smiling through gritted teeth.

It's enough that he can distract himself; he has no other options left.

"What would you like to eat"

"I'm not hungry," Fu Yan shook her head.

"If you're tired, just take a nap. I'll keep watch over you and won't let any strangers in."

The riffraff he was talking about specifically referred to Huo Mingzheng, but Fu Yan pretended not to know.

She nodded, talking to Jilin in a stilted manner. She was afraid that if she didn't speak, her mind would start wandering. As she spoke, her voice gradually became softer.

Ji Lin got up and walked to the other side of the bed, seeing that she had already fallen fast asleep.

Cover her with the blanket and gently wipe her tears with a tissue.

Even though she was talking constantly, her tears wouldn't stop. She was clearly crying but still trying hard to chat with him about all sorts of random things.

"Baby..."

In her sleep, Fu Yan murmured something. When Ji Lin leaned closer to hear, his heart ached. He squeezed Fu Yan's icy hand and tucked her back into the blankets.

Ji Lin sat back down in his original position, making it convenient for Fu Yan to call him if she needed anything.

It was raining outside, and he leaned back in his chair. Whether it was the hypnotic sound of the rain or simply that he was too tired, he fell asleep at some point. When he woke up, it was already daylight, and when he checked the time, it was eight o'clock.

When he saw the empty hospital bed, he jumped up.

Fu Yan has disappeared.and Cao Fang lit it for him with a lighter.The firelight danced across his profile, highlighting the sharp, cold lines of his face. "I ask you one last time," he said, his voice hard, "did you see cle...