Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
Qiao Hanye looked at her and said with heartache, âbe good. Come and change your clothes. â
âIâll do it myself. Donât look at my face, â he lanjin said in a low voice. She was afraid that Qiao Hanye would despise her because of this. She did not expect that this illness, which had been cured for more than ten years, would relapse again.
He reached out and hugged her. The manâs scalding body was close to hers. Qiao Hanye looked up in pain and took a deep breath. âAh Jin, we are husband and wife. No matter what difficulties we encounter, we will protect each other. â
âNo matter what you become, I only know that you are my wife. That is enough. You are sick and donât want me to see you. I am sad too. I hope that Xiao Jin will remember that if I can be happy with you, I will definitely want to share the pain with you. â
When he lanjin heard his words, she could not help but be jealous.
âQiao Hanye, why are you so good to me? â When he lanjin heard his affectionate confession, she turned around and pounced into his arms, beating his chest hard.
Seeing her reaction, Qiao Hanye hugged her tightly and said, âbecause you are my wife, because I love you. â
âCome, change your clothes, â Qiao Hanye said in a low voice. He helped her change into dry clothes, wiped her hair, and said in a low voice, âShangguan Zhi, get in. â
Shangguan Zhi held an umbrella as he stood beside the car and pricked up his ears. Hearing him call out to him, he quickly opened the car door and got in.
âGive me your hand. â Qiao Hanye held her wrist. Feeling her struggle, he held her hand tightly and didnât let her move.
After checking her, Shangguan Zhi looked a little Pale. He glanced at Qiao Hanye and quietly turned around to get out of the car.
âAh Jin, AH Jin. â At this moment, Shen biqiong rushed over. She ignored her status and ran into the car. Seeing her miserable appearance, she hugged he lanjin and cried until the sky turned dark.
Previously, he Wenqing could not contact her. Instead, Qiao Hanyeâs men found her and hurriedly brought her over.
After all, he did not know much about he lanjinâs illness. Other than Shen Biqiong, there seemed to be no one else who knew the most about he lanjin.
âLet aunty take a look, â Shen Biqiong said in a low voice. Looking at he lanjinâs delicate little face in pain, her fingertips trembled.
She held he lanjinâs little face, and tears kept flowing out of her eyes. She asked softly, âare you still feeling unwell? Tell Aunty, where are you feeling unwell? â
âMy eyes hurt a little, â he lanjin asked softly.
Intense pain came from her eyes. Her eyeballs were tense and a little blurry. He lanjinâs little hand gently grabbed the corner of her clothes. She heard Shen biqiong shout, âdoctor, doctor, come quickly. â
âDonât be afraid. Aunty is here, â Shen Biqiong said in a panic.
Qiao Hanye sat there and held he lanjinâs hand. When he saw Shen Biqiongâs terrified look, he could not help but frown and look at her with a meaningful look.
An old man who was almost 60 years old got on the car and gave he lanjin a pill to take, causing her to fall into a coma. Only then did he say in a low voice, âthatâs strange. The old illness in Missâs body has been suppressed by me for more than ten years, and she has been fine. â
âWhy is it suddenly triggered? â The old man asked curiously.
Qiao Hanyeâs dark eyes darkened slightly. He looked at he lanjinâs pained look as she leaned into Shen Biqiongâs arms. He said in a low voice, âa few days ago, someone tampered with Ah Jinâs takeout and put a drug on her to keep her high fever going. â
âwho was so vicious? â Shen biqiong listened. She hugged he lanjin and patted her shoulder gently, refusing to let go as if she was coaxing a child.
âShe must have known that she had an old illness and knew about it. Thatâs why she was able to treat the illness and trigger the old illness, â Qiao Hanye said.
Shen Biqiong listened and her body trembled with anger.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âCan the illness be cured completely now? â Qiao Hanye asked the old man in a low voice.
The old man shook his head and said, âthis illness has haunted her for more than 20 years. Back then, it couldnât be cured completely. Now... I canât do it either. Now, I can only control the illness. Whether it can be suppressed is unknown. â