Has he arrived in Hengyuan City? The original text provides little information about this time period's secondary characters, so even Jian Yiling is unsure why this gentleman has appeared in Hengyuan City at this time. Jian Yiling is unaware of the gentleman's fate or how the struggle between him and the protagonist concludes, as she did not have the chance to see the final outcome. An accident in the laboratory occurred when she was about to witness her own demise, and she was transported to this world.
What Jian Yiling knows is that this gentleman has a volatile temper and a poor reputation.
He acts erratically, disregarding consequences, and shows no regard for anything, including his own life.
He fears nothing but is terrified for the safety of his family.
In the circles of the capital, there is a saying: "He fears neither heaven nor earth, but he dreads hearing Mr. Sheng complain of heartache."
When Mr. Sheng says he has heartache, the Zhai family is thrown into chaos, and everyone else is caught up in the commotion.
After finishing tea, it was already quite late, but Madam Jian did not allow Jian Yiling to return home.
"Warmth needs to take care of Yun Zhuo, and your company is busy. Why not leave the little darling with me?" Madam Jian wished to keep Jian Yiling.
"Yun Cheng has hired a tutor for Yiling to help with her studies every day."
"Then have the tutor come here to teach Yiling," the old lady saw no problem with this, as nothing was more important than her dear little one.
"Mom—" Jian Shuxing, exasperated, looked pleadingly at the old man.
Little Ling had only recently become somewhat obedient. What if, being spoiled again by her grandmother, she reverted to her old ways?
"Alright, if you want to see Little Ling, you can come and pick her up for a visit over the weekend," the old man intervened, persuading Madam Jian to let Jian Yiling go home.
In the following days, Jian Yiling stayed at home, either in her second brother's study or in her own study, receiving guidance from Qin Chuan.
One morning, Jian YunCheng awoke feeling dizzy, with a burning throat. He attempted to speak but could only produce a hoarse sound.
He felt a feverish heat enveloping him.
Jian Yun Cheng suspected he had caught the flu, a common affliction lately.
By this time, his father had already gone to the office, and his mother was still at the hospital with Xiao Zhuo.
Jian Yun Cheng lay back down, hoping that resting a little longer might alleviate his discomfort.
In his semi-conscious state, he heard the door open, and a petite figure entered the room.
Quietly, the figure approached him and placed a soft hand on his forehead.
Faintly, Jian Yun Cheng recognized that it was his sister, Jian Yiling.
He was unsure of her intentions.
Before long, Jian Yiling left the room.
Jian Yun Cheng thought she had departed, but shortly after, she returned.
She was holding something in her hands.
She placed a cool item on his forehead, which fully roused him from his drowsiness.
Seeing her busy at his bedside, Jian Yun Cheng's gaze was filled with confusion and curiosity.
Jian Yiling handed him antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medication.
"How did you know I was ill?"
Jian Yun Cheng's voice was barely audible, each word requiring considerable effort.
"You didn't get up early."
Jian Yun Cheng maintained a strict routine, rising at the same time every day.
When Jian Yiling noticed he hadn't gotten up, she suspected something was amiss, and upon finding him still asleep, she checked his forehead.
Thus, she discovered his fever.
Realizing he was indeed unwell, Jian Yun Cheng knew he needed to take medicine if he wanted to avoid the hospital.
Before he could even reach for the medicine, Jian Yiling's soft, white hand had already placed the pills at his lips.
Jian Yun Cheng swallowed the medication.
Then Jian Yiling brought a glass of lukewarm water to his lips, which he could drink with a slight tilt of his head.
With the warm water, Jian Yun Cheng took his medicine.
The medication began to take effect, and he was overtaken by drowsiness.
Throughout this time, Jian Yun Cheng was aware of her presence, though she made no noise and quietly tended to him, including changing the towel on his forehead.
After some hours, when Jian Yun Cheng woke again, he felt significantly better.
The first thing he saw was Jian Yiling, sitting quietly by his bed, absorbed in a book.
She was calm and gentle, silently keeping vigil.
Noticing that Jian Yun Cheng had awakened, Jian Yiling stood up.
She then left the room.
Jian Yun Cheng was momentarily stunned.
Shortly thereafter, Jian Yiling returned, carrying a tray with eight neatly arranged small bowls, each containing a different delicate breakfast item.
There was a plate of pan-seared salmon; a dish of stir-fried carrots, mushrooms, and burdock; a bowl of pickled white radish; a soft-boiled egg; a bowl of dried bonito and tofu soup; a serving of tamagoyaki; a piece of tuna sushi; and a small fruit platter.
Each dish looked exquisite and tempting.
Though Jian Yun Cheng initially thought he was full after the porridge, the sight of these fine dishes reignited his appetite.
He promptly devoured all eight dishes.
Feeling fully satisfied, Jian Yun Cheng felt rejuvenated.
Every bowl was emptied without a trace.
Jian Yiling then took the bowls away.
Though she said nothing, her actions spoke volumes.
Observing his little sister's obedient and serene demeanor, Jian Yun Cheng felt much of his previous frustration dissipate.
He then turned on his computer, having lost valuable time due to his prolonged sleep.
While dealing with matters, Jian Yun Cheng occasionally thought about the breakfast, wondering when Aunt An had learned to make such delightful Japanese-style dishes. He planned to ask her to prepare something similar when Yun Zhuo returned from the hospital.
Unbeknownst to Jian Yun Cheng, Aunt An was on leave that day, and Aunt Mo was helping Warmth at the hospital, leaving only him and Jian Yiling at home.
The seven-day leave had swiftly passed, with five days already gone by, during which Jian Yiling had been continuously occupied.
Aside from managing her daily interactions with Qin Chuan, Jian Yiling was frequently engaged in communication via computers and mobile devices with various unknown parties.
Jian Yiling had two primary objectives: First, to heal Jian Yunzhuo's hand, preventing him from becoming a dark and unsettling element for her and the Jian family in the future; Second, to locate the missing surveillance footage. Recently, Jian Yiling discovered that there were indeed cameras at the scene of Jian Yunzhuo's accident, yet the relevant footage had mysteriously disappeared.
The Jian family had not noticed this issue; they were unaware of the surveillance in the stairwell where the incident occurred because Jian Yunzhuo's testimony was deemed sufficient for them.
Previously, Jian Yiling had not considered the matter of surveillance. After explaining it to her family once, she had refused to discuss it further, even defiantly shouting, "Yes, I pushed him! Just arrest me and lock me up! Or else, chop off my hand to compensate him!"
Today, Jian Yunzhuo planned to let Jian Yiling rest for a day and then take her to visit Jian Yunzhuo at the hospital.
When leaving, Jian Yiling carried a small, bulging backpack, seemingly packed with numerous items.
Jian Yunzhuo noticed but didn't inquire further; it was normal for a young lady to carry a bag.
As Jian Yunzhuo drove out of the Jian residence, he spotted Mo Shiyun waiting at the roadside.
Today was a weekend, and Mo Shiyun was off work.
She held a lunchbox, presumably prepared for Jian Yunzhuo.
The Jian family's villa was located in a mountainous area with limited public transportation, with only a few buses running daily.
Jian Yunzhuo stopped the car and rolled down the window.
"Get in."
Seated in the back, Jian Yiling saw Mo Shiyun for the first time. As described in the original text, she was delicately beautiful.
With a face like an elegant melon seed, peach blossom eyes, and striking features, Mo Shiyun exuded a very approachable aura.
Unlike Jian Yiling, whose features were overly refined and whose strong and obsessive personality made her seem difficult to approach.
"Young Master, I'll take a cab instead…" Mo Shiyun gently declined Jian Yunzhuo's offer.
Her voice was sweet, gentle, and polite.
"We're heading to the hospital as well; it's on the way. Besides, I don't want my brother to eat cold food," Jian Yunzhuo insisted.
With no further reason to refuse, Mo Shiyun got into the car.
Upon entering, Mo Shiyun noticed Jian Yiling seated in the back, with a pile of clothing occupying the space beside her, which they intended to bring to the two individuals in the hospital.
The only empty seat was the passenger seat, where Mo Shiyun took her place.
Throughout the drive, Jian Yunzhuo observed Jian Yiling's demeanor in the rearview mirror.
Since this situation was triggered by Mo Shiyun, if Jian Yiling had truly changed, she should not display anger in Mo Shiyun's presence.
Jian Yiling seemed calm, absorbed in her phone, seemingly oblivious to Mo Shiyun's presence.
Jian Yunzhuo was somewhat satisfied with Jian Yiling's reaction.
He then asked Mo Shiyun about Jian Yunzhuo, as he had been away from home for the past two years and sometimes knew less about his brother than Mo Shiyun did.
Mo Shiyun answered all his questions, and they conversed amiably.
Jian Yiling busied herself with typing. Whether at home or out, she preferred not to waste time, continuously typing on her phone, entering lines of text and symbols into her editor.
She also checked her email, where several recent emails in English awaited her. Among them was an unread email from this morning, which Jian Yiling had been handling.
Absorbed in her tasks, Jian Yiling paid no attention to the conversation between Jian Yunzhuo and Mo Shiyun.
The two conversing in the front occasionally glanced at her out of curiosity.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Jian Yunzhuo and Mo Shiyun went directly to visit Jian Yunzhuo, who was delighted to see them.
Jian Yiling was asked to wait in the corridor.
She found a seat in the passageway.
At that moment, a young man lay on a bench in the corridor, his face covered by a jacket, seemingly asleep.
"Grrr~"
Jian Yiling heard the man's stomach growling while his phone vibrated several times.
The man did not remove the jacket from his face but reached into his pocket, silencing the phone.
This indicated he was not truly asleep.
His stomach continued to rumble intermittently.
Jian Yiling took out a thermos lunchbox from her backpack.
She had prepared it before leaving, initially intending it for Wen Nuan and Jian Yunzhuo in the hospital.
However, upon encountering Mo Shiyun with a lunchbox, Jian Yiling realized hers would no longer be needed.
Jian Yiling approached the man and gently tapped his arm.
The man slowly removed the jacket from his face, revealing his eyes first—dark, bright, with sharp corners.
Next was his prominent nose—straight and slightly pointed, with a rounded tip and narrow nostrils.
Finally, his lips and chin—his lips were not thick but full and well-shaped.
The man was strikingly handsome.
However, this was not what Jian Yiling focused on.
She offered the lunchbox to the man: "I heard you're hungry. Here, this is from this morning, untouched by anyone."
Jian Yiling made a point to clarify that this was not leftover food.
She simply felt it would be wasteful to discard the food she had prepared, preferring instead to give it to someone in need.
Zhai Yunsheng looked at Jian Yiling for a while, finally realizing he had been "charitably" provided for by a young girl.
Zhai Yunsheng scrutinized Jian Yiling for a couple of seconds, noting her delicate, doll-like appearance.
His gaze then shifted to the pink lunchbox in Jian Yiling's hands.
It was adorned with a pink unicorn pattern.
At that moment, Jian Yiling noticed the door to Jian Yunzhuo's hospital room open, signaling someone was coming for her. She placed the lunchbox on the man's lap without waiting for him to reach for it.
Then Jian Yiling turned and walked back to the door of Jian Yunzhuo's room.
Zhai Yunsheng stared at the pink lunchbox on his lap for a while, a mischievous and devilish smile spreading across his face.