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.”

Yanchen knew what Lin Xinyan was worried about. He replied, “My eyes didn’t sustain just any injury—they

Xinyan felt 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

take a longer

nodded. “Yes, I can. I haven’t taken a single vacation since I started work. The army gave me three months

the medicine wasn’t hot before placing it gingerly into her

ease the tension in the room. Smiling, he said,

burst into laughter. “How

up, he had stopped acting cute to her as frequently as he once did. She fetched a spoon and took

Yanchen nodded. “It’s much more bitter

than normal medicines. Hence, Mu Yuan’er always promised

of your health, you’ll just have to endure

now, he could hear an undercurrent of concern beneath

peeled a mandarin orange and handed it to him. “Here, wash

and plopped a piece of orange

in front of him. She wanted to ask him about Mu Yuan’er, but she held herself back in the end. Instead, she put some water into a pail for him to

get Jiawen to do it.” Zong Yanchen felt a little embarrassed that his mother was still coddling

you when you were a child—how come you feel embarrassed around me only now? Besides, why don’t you hurry up and find yourself