This guy is really shameless.

An Ran struggled, "I want to get down."

Almost touching the needle, Chi Cheng suddenly inhaled sharply.

There was no need for Chi Cheng to hold her down; the girl instantly froze, looking at Chi Cheng’s fair and handsome hand with a face full of horror, "Did I touch you? Does it hurt?"

For Chi Cheng, this little pain was nothing at all.

On a normal day, he wouldn’t even frown.

But now...

Chi Cheng raised his devilishly handsome face, looking serious and pitiful, and said, "It hurts a lot."

"I didn’t mean to," An Ran said with a gloomy face, quickly lowering her brows, "Let me see if there’s any swelling around the needle."

She leaned in close to his hand to examine it carefully, murmuring, "The back of the hand doesn’t seem swollen, does it still hurt?"

"Don’t move around," Chi Cheng grabbed An Ran’s wrist, "The back of the hand is fine, but the swollen area isn’t here."

Ah...?

An Ran was stunned for two seconds, feeling a certain place under her getting even hotter, her face blushed in an instant, visibly red.

A boy who looks like he walked out of a Chinese painting, how can he say something like that so casually!

Suddenly realizing she was being teased again, An Ran punched Chi Cheng’s chest, "You did it on purpose, didn’t you?"

Chi Cheng let out a low chuckle.

-

In the afternoon, An Ran went to see her mom.

Her mom was fast asleep.

An Ran didn’t want to wake her up, just quietly stayed by her side.

Although her mom had woken up, her speech was still a bit challenging, making speaking difficult.

It would take some time to gradually recover.

She wondered, once her mom fully recovered, what her reaction would be when An Ran told her about her relationship with her brother?

Would she accept it like Uncle Chi?

Or would she...oppose it?

But An Ran was sure of one thing.

Her mom always liked her brother.

Because in front of everyone but her, her brother always maintained the image of a warm and elegant gentleman.

An Ran unknowingly watched her mom, her mind wandering and somewhat distracted.

When she snapped out of it, forty minutes had passed.

Her mom still hadn’t woken up.

An Ran softly said, "Mom, I’ll come to see you again early tomorrow morning."

Returning to her brother’s hospital room, he was on the phone with someone.

Seeing An Ran return, he obviously lost interest in the call, said a few words, and then hung up.

She seemed to vaguely hear Lin Wanqing’s name just now.

An Ran walked over, sat next to Chi Cheng, tilted her head and looked at him, "Is it about Lin Wanqing?"

"Mm," Chi Cheng wrapped An Ran’s waist, indulging in her scent, "Someone asked me how to deal with it."

An Ran said angrily, "They should lock her and that awful aunt of hers up together in jail, they deserve to be executed!"

"Executed?" Chi Cheng raised the corner of his mouth, looking casual with a hint of disdain, "They don’t even deserve to die."

For Chi Cheng, death was too easy an end for Lin Wanqing and Lin Chun.

Death, in a way, is a release.

There are so many tortures in the world, he’d have those two women try them all one by one.

Living in suffering, rather than dying, would be their ultimate fate.

An Ran looked up at him, hesitantly opening her mouth, "Brother..."

Chi Cheng snapped back to reality, looked down at her, "Hmm?"