Stealing Your Heart

In the end, Lin Xinyan gave in to Shen Xinyao’s request and went to visit her oldest son. When she arrived at the hospital, he seemed to have recovered somewhat. He was propped up in bed and chatting with Zhuang Zijin.

Shen Xinyao suspected that there was more to the matter than met the eye. “Did Yanchen get into another argument with Aunt?”

Lin Xinyan didn’t hide the truth from her. She told Shen Xinyao everything she knew.

“Wow, how could Aunt do that?” Shen Xinyao felt that Chen Shihan’s actions were a little too reprehensible for her liking.

They were living in modern times! Who cared about societal status anymore?

Even the princes of the English monarchy frequently married commoners nowadays. Was there a need for her to care so much about the family background of her potential daughter-in-law?

Lin Xinyan patted her comfortingly. “Just pretend that I never told you. It might make your brother feel uneasy.”

Shen Xinyao nodded obediently. “Yes, I know.”

That night, as Lin Xinyan prepared her son’s medicine, her heart couldn’t stop racing. It wasn’t that she distrusted Mu Yuan’er—however, she found it incredibly difficult to believe that taking herbal medicine would cure her son of his serious eye injury.

She handed her son the bowl of medicine. “After the funeral, let’s go and have you checked up at the hospital.”

“My eyes didn’t sustain just any injury—they were poisoned. Western

rather shocked.

worry, I’ll recover soon enough.” Zong Yanchen had been afraid that he was going to send her into hysterics. Looking at her agitated reaction, it appeared that his worst fear might actually come true. “Do you think

sighed deeply. “Can you take a longer break

single vacation since I started work. The

the medicine wasn’t hot before placing it gingerly into

ease the tension in the room.

Xinyan burst into laughter. “How old

son.” After Zong Yanchen grew up, he had stopped acting cute to her as frequently as he once did. She fetched a spoon and took the

much more

more bitter than normal medicines. Hence, Mu Yuan’er always

of your health, you’ll just have to endure it and drink

he could hear

orange and handed it to him. “Here, wash

a piece of orange into his

Mu Yuan’er, but she held herself back in the end. Instead, she put some water into a pail for

it.” Zong Yanchen felt a little

why don’t you hurry up and find yourself