he one women get every month."After she finished speaking, she was a little nervous and didn't dare to look at Fu Mo寒's expression.The man was taken aback for a moment, then his cold and stern face tu...Entering the room, Lin Ruochu silently glanced around. In the distance, she saw Lin Jinyan lying on the bed, seemingly drinking water.

Fu Mo-han stood beside her, hearing Fu Mo-han's words, she lowered her eyes and said the excuse she had thought of beforehand, "I heard from Rowling that my sister and you were injured and hospitalized, so I came to visit out of concern."

To visit her was a lie, the real reason was to see Fu Mo Han.

"Finished"

"Hmm."

As she responded, her beautiful, long fingers naturally picked up the cup and placed it on the side table.

From afar, Lin Ruochu's heart turned cold halfway. An unwilling anger rose in her chest. A man of such high status would serve Lin Jinyan!

Lowering her gaze, she suppressed the rising bitterness. Her peripheral vision caught sight of the object in her hand.

"By the way, I made some ginseng chicken soup. It's good for wound healing." Lin Ruochu smiled gently, lifting her head and gracefully placing the thermos on Fu Mo'han's mobile dining table.

"The chicken soup has been simmering for twelve hours, it's still warm. I'll get you each a bowl." His fingers nimbly twisted open the lid and picked up a ladle to serve the chicken soup, Fu Mo Han's cold voice drifted over.

"No need."

Her hand froze for a moment, Lin Ruochu lifted her head to look at Fu Mo'han, and smiled faintly, "This soup is just cooked, it's better to drink it while it's hot."

"She can't eat greasy food for the time being." Fu Mo'han said with a blank expression, easily able to detect Lin Jinran's subtle emotional fluctuations. She seemed to resist Lin Ruochu's appearance.

"It was my fault for not thinking things through." Lin Ruochu's delicate face showed a hint of grievance, her meticulously shaped brows pulled down, making her look pitiable and unworthy of further blame.

If one were not familiar with Lin Ruochu's private side, Lin Jinran would also be beguiled by her innocent and harmless appearance like a white rabbit.

She knew too well, beneath that innocent and wronged facade, what kind of real Lin Ruochu resided.

"I'm tired."

Unwilling to look, Lin Jinran simply turned his head away, his nape facing her direction, and closed his eyes.

Waking up and needing to sleep again, obviously a lie.

Anyway, Lin Ruochu wasn't visiting her out of concern, unless it was to come and see her jokes.

She knows the truth about Lin Ruoxiu. She doesn't need to wrong herself and cater to Lin Ruoxiu's insincerity.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Fu Mo Han likes it, he himself goes to wink at Lin Ruochu!

Thinking of this, a sense of unease crept into my heart.

Standing beside him, Fu Mo'han lowered his eyes, clearly seeing the expression on the petite woman's fair face. A profound depth flashed across his deep-set eyes.

She was tired.

Instead of exposing the lie, he followed along with Lin Jin Dye's fabrication and, in a roundabout way, issued an eviction notice!

Lin Ruoxin's heart skipped a beat, she bit her lip in grievance and unwillingly closed the lid and tightened it. "Alright, I'll go back then. I've left the soup here. Sister can't drink it, Mo Han ge, you have some."

"Hmm." Fu Mochen replied.

Lin Ruochu no longer lingered, turned and left the ward, after closing the door, the grievance in her eyes vanished, only hatred grew more intense.

Everything was developing in the direction she worried about. Fu Mochen's attitude towards her had become colder than before. Lin Jinyan sleeping was clearly an excuse, he didn't remember their past feelings and just went along with it, letting her leave!

"Lin Jinran, you really are capable!"

In the ward, Fu Mo寒 lowered his head to look at the little woman pretending to sleep, and smiled helplessly, "She's gone."

Her long lashes trembled, but her eyelids remained closed. Hearing Fu Mochen's words, a warmth of gratitude welled up in her heart.

But Lin Ruochu's arrival, to a certain extent, reminded her of the happiness she yearned for. Perhaps it was like the moon reflected in water or flowers in a mirror, leaving a faint bitterness in her heart.

Two emotions, intertwined, are uncomfortable.arm current flowed through it, both comforting and strangely different. But it wasn't unpleasant, rather a hint of joy.The banquet doors were pulled open by the doormen standing on either side. Fu Mo...