ink, his voice hoarse: "What is it"Fu Yan pursed her lips, a sour taste rising in her heart. She shook her head and whispered, "I don't know either."The servants have moved the flower pots and left o...Caoman's pupils widened, but before she could make out what was happening, the man behind her pulled her back with force and threw her onto a soft bed...

Downstairs, Fu Yan took off Fu Hanlin's suit and said frankly, "I'm almost home, I'm not cold."

Fu Hanlin let out an "Mmm" and didn't insist. He took the suit, "Then go upstairs."

Fu Yan nodded slightly.

Fu Hanlin watched Fu Yan enter the elevator. He waited until the light on the 12th floor came on before turning and walking toward his car.

With the car door closed, his handsome face melted into the dimness of the car, "Let's go to the hospital," he said.

The driver was worried about his health, saying, "You run back and forth between the hospital and the company every day. It's too hard on you. You should get a good night's sleep."

"It's fine." Fu Hanlin draped his suit jacket over his arm and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

As soon as Fu Hánlín stepped out of the elevator at the hospital, he saw Qin Héng coming out of his grandfather's ward.

Qin Heng also saw him and nodded slightly, "You're here."

Fu Hanlin nodded.

Seeing the worry in his eyes, Qin Heng said, “Grandpa couldn’t bear the pain just now, so I just gave him an injection to calm him down. He’s feeling sleepy now. I’ve adjusted the temperature and humidity of his room so he can have a good sleep.”

Qin Heng was used to seeing patients at the end of their lives. He rarely encountered such a strong old man like Mr. Fu. The pain of late-stage liver cancer was unimaginable for ordinary people. Qin Heng admired him from the bottom of his heart for being able to hold on until now.

"Thank you." Fu Hanlin looked at Qin Heng, a hint of surprise crossing his eyes.

Fu Hanlin was two years older than Qin Heng. When Qin Heng was in school, stories about this senior Fu circulated within the school. Of course, his name was often heard in social circles as well. Whether it was his filial piety towards his father or grandfather, he had heard tales of both.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, raising it towards Fu Hanlin. “Want one”

Fu Hanlin's eyes were deep, he hummed softly, and walked towards the smoking area with Qin Heng.

With a "click," Qin Heng lit his cigarette and tossed the lighter to Fu Hanlin.

Fu Hanlin's long fingers gently stroked the flames, and Qin Heng's voice followed, "The tone you just used... did you think I and Aze were brothers Didn't expect me to care about your grandfather's affairs"

Fu Hanlin's hand paused as he lit his cigarette. He did, for a moment, have that thought.

"Sorry," he said, lighting a cigarette and flicking the lighter away. He realized then that the lighter looked like something a woman would use.

He returned the lighter to Qin Heng.

Qin Heng put the lighter into his pants pocket, with one hand in the pocket of his white coat. "You don't have to apologize to me. It's perfectly normal for you to think that way. I don't mind, after all, you and Azheng are rivals, and I'm his brother, so of course I'll stand unconditionally on his side."

Even though Huo Mingzheng wouldn't admit it with his mouth.

However, Huo Mingzheng was a reincarnation of a platypus, with a tough mouth. It was harder than killing him to get him to admit that Fu Hanlin was his rival in love.

But he could see that during the time Fu Hanlin was close to Fu Yan, Huo Mingzheng was truly anxious. Although he watched with a detached attitude, he was genuinely worried for him, fearing that Fu Yan would agree to Fu Hanlin with just one loose word.

Fu Hanlin fell silent, taking a drag of his cigarette.

He brushed some ash off, his voice casual, "You're not that petty, and neither is he."

Qin Heng was taken aback. Fu Hanlin was indeed just as rumored, a rational person. Even when analyzing Huo Mingzheng, he did so from a rational standpoint.

He smiled and admitted, "It was Azheng who told me to take good care of your grandfather. He knows that your grandfather truly cares for Fu Yan."at you want to express the meaning of 'still as water'"His hand went down, gripping her clenched fingers. His palms were marked with deep indentations from her nails, some even bleeding.Fù Yán used he...