"I didn't buy it for myself."
Lu Yebai casually leaned back on the sofa and said, in a nonchalant tone.
"You little scamp!" Mrs. Lu glared at him, then turned to Yun Qiyan. Yun Qiyan woke up even earlier than Meng Xi'er. She regained consciousness on the same day and under the careful treatment from various doctors brought by the Lu family. She looked healthy, even engaging in conversation from her hospital bed.
"Qiyan, how do you feel now?"
Mrs. Lu handed her fruit knife to a servant, walked over to her and asked anxiously, "Are you feeling better? Is there anywhere you feel unwell? If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell the doctor. We need to be prepared. We can't wait for you to get sick again before we do anything."
Yun Qiyan had a soft smile on her face. Her hair was draped over her shoulders, and her face was somewhat pale from loss of blood. Sitting there, she looked like an ailing beauty from an antique oil painting, attractive and pleasing to the eye.
