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  “Sister Xuxu.”


  The little girl was grinning. Her fever had gone down but she still seemed pale and weak.

  Xuxu’s heart ached when she saw how her body was full of red spots. “Huanhuan, do you still feel uncomfortable?”


  “Nope.” Huanhuan shook her head feebly. “I’m okay. I don’t want the injection and I don’t want to take some medicine.”


  Xuxu saw how the little girl trembled at the mention of injections. She smiled fondly as she spoke in a reassuring voice, “Don’t be afraid. There won’t be any injections.”


  “Huanhuan, you’re awake.” Jiang Zhuoheng’s voice echoed over the room. He had sent Matron Huang off, and as he heard Huanhuan’s voice, he rushed back to the room to greet the little girl.

  Huanhuan’s eyes twinkled and widened in both surprise and happiness when she saw him. “Brother Ah Heng!”


  “Yes, it’s me.” Jiang Zhuoheng stood next to Xuxu. He then winked at the little girl on the bed.

  “This is great. I can see both Sister Xuxu and Brother Ah Heng when I’m sick,” the little girl naively exclaimed.

  Xuxu and Jiang Zhuoheng were torn between crying and laughing with the little girl’s innocent remark. They were both trying not to give in to the urge of pinching her chubby cheeks.

  Coincidentally, both reached out their hands—to pinch Huanhuan’s cheeks— and somehow ended up accidentally bumping each other.

  Jiang Zhuoheng’s hand froze in mid-air while Xuxu retracted hers.

  “I’ll get a warm towel for Huanhuan to clean her face,” Xuxu said with a smile.

  “Okay.” Jiang Zhuoheng nodded and proceeded to lay his hands on Huanhuan’s cheeks.

  His heart…… raced to the clouds when he touched Xuxu’s hand earlier.

  After Xuxu had wiped Huanhuan’s face and fed her with some food, the little girl fell asleep once more.

  She sat at the edge of the bed as she carefully tucked the little girl in with a blanket, making sure she was warm and comfortable.

  Jiang Zhuoheng noticed how Xuxu’s every little action were filled with love and affection for the child. He, who was at the sides, fixed his gaze at Xuxu’s face and was lost in a daze.

  The moment Xuxu lifted her head, she met Jiang Zhuoheng’s deep, sharp eyes, and somehow her heart skipped a beat.

  She curled her lips into another smile, and said to him, “It’s getting late, you should go back.”


  She took a quick glance at her watch and realized that it was indeed late. It was almost midnight.

  Jiang Zhuoheng offered her a soft smile in return. “The doctor said that Huanhuan’s fever might return so we should monitor her closely. You take a nap first, I’ll watch over her.”


  “It’s okay, I’m not tired. You should go home and rest.” She really wasn’t tired.

  Jiang Zhuoheng huffed and sternly responded, “Don’t be so stubborn. You don’t look very well yourself, I don’t think you can endure a night without sleep.”


  “I’m only 25.” Xuxu frowned. “And it’s just for a night, I will be fine.”


  She pushed Jiang Zhuoheng gently towards the door. “You are the Chairman now and your workload is so heavy. You are the one who shouldn’t stay up all night.”


  Jiang Zhuoheng didn’t want her to worry so he relented. “Alright, I’ll go home now but I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”


  “Okay.” Xuxu nodded and bade him goodbye.

  After Jiang Zhuoheng had left, she and Huanhuan were the only ones left in the ward.

  She was about to sit down when her cramps began acting up once more.

  She froze on her place when she thought of her cramps — worse, she forgot to bring her sanitary pads. She should have gone to the convenience store while Ah Heng was still around!

  It had completely slipped off her mind as she was too worried about Huanhuan.

  Xuxu was fretting over this when her phone started ringing. She rummaged for her phone inside her bag. She glanced at the screen; Yan Rusheng was calling.