Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
He lanjin heard his words and said in disbelief, âyou said you were afraid that he would disturb me and Hanyeâs sleep? And then you stole her phone? â
âYes, â Nan Feng replied.
She instantly felt her ears turn red and inexplicably felt a little awkward and ambiguous.
âthen Iâll go to bed first. You should rest early too, â he lanjin said. She turned around and went back to her room. She climbed onto the bed and called Shen Biqiong, but she found that the landline was not working either.
She rubbed her temples and took a deep breath, guessing that the phone line had been cut.
When she returned to her room, Qiao Hanye took out the dumplings from the refrigerator, put them down in the study, put on gloves, and sniffed them.
âYoung Master. â Nan Feng came in and stood at the side.
Qiao Hanye handed the dumplings to him and said in a low voice, âtry it. â
âOkay. â Nan Feng took a bite of the dumplings and said without changing his expression, âspicy. â
âTry them all, â Qiao Hanye said and pushed the plate in front of Nan Feng. He walked to the side, opened a bottle of red wine, and poured himself a cup to drink.
Nan Feng tasted the dumplings and frowned. âthereâs sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, and raw taste. â
âIs it the smell of medicine? â Qiao Hanye asked quietly.
âYes, â Nan Feng said in a low voice.
He put down his chopsticks, stood up, and took the red wine that Qiao Hanye handed over. He took a sip and asked, âyoung master, why do dumplings need medicine? â
âGRANDPA gave it to me, â Qiao Hanye said in a low voice.
Staring at the dumplings, he said thoughtfully, âyou go and rest first. â
âOkay, â Nan Feng answered and finished the red wine in the glass. His gaze was fixed on the unfinished bottle. Qiao Hanye glanced at him and said, âtake it away. â
Nan Feng replied with an âOhâ and took the wine glass and red wine away.
Qiao Hanye stared at the plate of dumplings and fell into deep thought. He did not know what Qiao zhenting was thinking, but with Qiao zhentingâs style of doing things, he knew that he lanjin was suffering from a blood disease, but he never mentioned it. Could there be a deeper meaning in the dumplings?
âgrandfather, what are you thinking? â Qiao Hanye thought to himself.
He put away the leftovers from Nan Fengâs meal, washed his hands, and returned to his room. He saw he lanjin reading a book and heard his footsteps. She moved to his side and said, âMr. Qiao, Iâll read you a story. â
âOkay. â The man lay down and answered.
He lanjin cleared her throat and said to him, âone night, in the dark and windy night, a tall figure invaded and climbed in through the window. With a PLOP, he fell out of the bathtub. When he looked up, he saw... â
When she finished reading, she heard the manâs smooth snort. He lanjin looked over and saw that Qiao Hanye was asleep.
She quickly closed the book and gently placed it on the table. She looked at the title of the Book and thought to herself that she would finish reading it another day, so she laid down.
Just as she lay down, she felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach. It was boiling hot, as if a fire was burning her. She took a sip of water and lay down, clutching the blanket.
Qiao Hanye did not sleep too deeply. He could feel her body constantly twisting. He reached out and hugged her.
âAh Jin, are you not feeling well? â Qiao Hanye touched her body and felt that her entire body was cold. He immediately got up with clear eyes.
Seeing that he lanjinâs forehead was sweating and her face was Pale as she clutched the blanket, he immediately helped her sit up and asked, âwhatâs wrong? â
âMy stomach is very hot, â she said in a low voice.
Qiao Hanye wanted to carry her to the hospital, but she pulled him back and said in a low voice, âit might be a stomachache. Just give me two pills to take. â
âNo, we have to go to the hospital, â Qiao Hanye said in a low voice.
He lanjin looked at the heavy snow outside the window. It was freezing cold, so she said, âwhy donât we let Shangguan Zhi take a look? ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om