Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

  “You just had a miscarriage, you shouldn’t cry like that. Otherwise, you’ll have side effects in the future and cry easily whenever the wind changes. You heard me?” Qi Yan had his hands cupped around her face and put aside his playful expression, to remind her in a very serious manner.

  When it came to something concerning her health, he would never treat it as a joke.

  “I wasn’t crying. The wind went into my eyes so it felt a little uncomfortable.” Tan Bengbeng muttered with a calm front as she composed her emotions and hurriedly pulled out of Qi Yan’s arms at the thought that there were other people in the ward.

  Qi Yan had not exposed her either. Seeing how she was obviously feeling upset and yet had to pretend that everything was fine, his heart ached terribly for her.

  Knowing that she was missing her brother, Qi Yan could not possibly feel jealous about it anymore.

  He took her hand and walked her towards Mo Chengxian’s bedside where he told her another piece of news that would make her happy.

  “I’ve just concocted a dose of medicine which, if nothing goes wrong, will help the Mo Family’s elderly head regain his consciousness.”


  With that, Qi Yan took the medicine box from Mo Yongheng’s hands and removed a shot of medicine.

  The medicine inside the syringe emitted a silver-like glow.

  Tan Bengbeng’s gaze could not help but follow the shot of medicine in his hand. She instantly forgot her sadness from missing her brother and did not notice that Mo Yongheng, who had been cast to a corner by them, had his eyes fixed on her throughout.

  Looking at her eyes which were glistening with tears, he silently scrunched the hand in his pocket into a fist.

  Only when Qi Yan injected the medicine into the Mo Family’s elderly head’s body did Mo Yongheng finally snap back to his senses and observe the elderly head.

  Time ticked by, even after nearly half an hour had passed, there was no reaction from the Mo Family’s elderly head at all.

  Mo Yongheng continued to stay by his bedside. Qi Yan could not bear Tan Bengbeng to remain standing and moved a lounge chair to Mo Chengxian’s bedside for her to lie down to wait.

  He even instructed his men to prepare some snacks for him to feed her.

  “You haven’t eaten anything either. Have a bite.” Tan Bengbeng grabbed onto the hand that had been feeding her and placed a mouthful of the snack into his mouth.

  With the snack she fed her in his mouth, Qi Yan stared at her, so flattered by her gesture that he could not come back to his senses.

  What to do?

  His Bengbeng even knew how to care for him now. If this had been in the past, even if he had starved to death, she wouldn’t have even taken another look at him.

  She might have even rolled her eyes at him coldly and tell him that if a devil like him died, it would be a blessing to the world…


  Qi Yan was so excited that he could not even bear to swallow the snack in his mouth. But, the following second, he saw Tan Bengbeng carrying the snacks and heading towards Mo Yongheng.

  “Wait a moment!”


  Qi Yan swiftly grabbed onto her to stop her.

  “This snack is mine. Even if you feed the dogs or pigs, you can’t feed it to him!”


  With the snack still in his mouth, the crumbs of the snack continued to spurt out on Tan Bengbeng’s face in his hurry to speak.

  Tan Bengbeng frowned in annoyance and retreated a few steps.

  Using her other hand to protect the snack from him, she rolled her eyes at him.

  It was a familiar gaze which emitted a familiar sense of disdain towards him.

  As expected, his position was still unstable.

  However, he would rather die than let her feed Mo Yongheng as she had fed him.

  “Alright, alright, alright. I’ll give it to him, okay? You sit here and don’t move!”


  Qi Yan took the plate of snacks in her hand and headed in Mo Yongheng’s direction.

  He walked to his back and passed the plate of snacks forward to him.

  “Here, Little Heng. Today’s your day. Take it as a festive gift from me. Happy children’s day!”


  “…”


  Mo Yongheng cast a mere glance at the snacks in front of him and turned behind to look at Qi Yan who looked like he needed a beating.

  He simply muttered coldly, “I don’t eat sweet food.”