。"When she reached the spiral staircase, she stopped and turned back to him, "Remember to go to the Mingzhu Hotel tomorrow at six o'clock."> 。He watched her back, picked up a piece of apple and threw..."Mom, why are you here today" He Hanchuan seemed not to have heard the depth in her words, withdrawing his hand and asking. 。I boiled some soup, and I thought of how late it is. 。"Zhao Yu gestured for the servant to bring out a bowl of soup, then looked at him, saying with a hint of displeasure: "How are you in Wanwan's ward I remember telling you not to bother Wanwan these days." 。He glanced in the direction of Huā Wǎn and said, “The dangerous period is over.” 。" She frowned, but didn't say anything, effectively agreeing. 。Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu no longer held it against He Hanchuan for visiting Wan in the hospital. 。"Miss Xiang, this is a soup that Madam personally boiled all night. Please try it and tell me how it tastes." 。The maid first served a bowl of soup and smiled as she handed it to Xiangwan. 。

After a long time without eating, Wai was also quite hungry. She said thank you and took the bowl to sip it slowly.

“Young Master” 。The maid filled another bowl and, with lowered eyes and a meek demeanor, brought it to He Hanchuan's presence. 。He lay in bed, unable to move or even want to. "I don't feel like drinking right now, let's just put it down for now." 。" Come and have a drink. It's good for your health." 。Zhao Yu took the bowl and said to him, 。 He smiled, the scorching sensation on his neck had subsided, but his throat still ached. "The smell of blood makes me nauseous right now, I can't drink anymore." 。He had never been so insistent on declining before, Zhao Yu started to feel suspicious. 。She glanced at him and suddenly lifted his shirt. 。"You're paralyzed from the anesthetic" she asked, looking at the wound on his abdomen. 。Hearing this, Xiang Wan slowed her movements as she drank the soup, her gaze flickering between the mother and son with an unreadable expression. 。He Hanchuan hummed softly, "You might as well take my clothes down. It's a bit chilly like this." 。"How did you get hurt" Zhao Yu looked at the bandage a few more times, then put his clothes down and asked. 。He Hanchuan dismissed it with a wave of his hand, "Just a minor injury, it'll heal in a while, you don't have to worry too much." 。Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Zhao Yu frowned but did not press him. 。She got up and was about to put the soup on the table when she suddenly caught a glimpse of purple bruises on his neck. "What's wrong with your neck" The bowl in Xiang Wan's hand shook, and the soup almost spilled onto the ground 。"It's nothing" 。He Hanchuan frowned and looked at Xiang Wan. Seeing that the soup hadn't splashed on her, the frown on his forehead eased. 。The maid looked at Xiang Wan's pale face and asked, "Miss Xiang, why are you so pale Are you feeling unwell"Hearing this, Zhao Yu's gaze followed the maid's to Xiang Wan's pale complexion, then he turned his head to glance at the obvious handprints on his son's neck, which clearly belonged to a woman. A dark glint flashed in his eyes, thoughtful. 。"It's okay " 。-screened phone in her hand. Her hand tightened, and her right eyelid twitched uncontrollably a few times."Something on your mind"He Hanchuan's voice suddenly sounded behind her. Xiang Wan instantly t...