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“Not sure,” she gripped her phone tightly, pausing to think, “You go home first, ask around.”

When the students from Class Fifteen left, they did not have the same ease as when they arrived.

But no one from Class Fifteen could have imagined—

What sort of thing could the usually sunny Zhang Shize have done — at worst, it might be a family emergency, the most serious being Zhang Shize falling ill, or perhaps a car accident?

Pah!

Pu Xiaohan slapped herself in the face.

Such a jinx.

That was what most people in Class Fifteen thought.

Bai Lian took the opportunity to visit her aunt in the hospital.

Ji Heng had only come by during the afternoon to bring Shen Qing chicken soup; it was ill-timed, as Xu En and Ji Mulan were there, and the room was filled with the health supplements they had brought.

Seeing Bai Lian arrive, Xu En greeted her with a smile, “Alian is off school.”

It was all very typical; he always knew how to keep a proper distance in his dealings with others.

He never crossed the line.

Bai Lian didn’t have much animosity toward him, but that was about it. With Ji Mulan standing beside her, Bai Lian just hummed in response — the most courtesy she was willing to show.

“Mr. Xu, what brings you here tonight?” Ji Shaojun had just finished teaching not long ago and poured water for Ji Mulan and Xu En.

Today, they hadn’t made use of Bai Lian.

Mainly because Ji Shaojun felt Bai Lian had animosity toward Ji Mulan, and he was afraid Bai Lian would splash water on Ji Mulan’s face.

Xu En smiled. After exchanging routine greetings with Shen Qing, he reflected a moment, “One of my business partners is in ICU, I’m going to see him later.”

“I see,” Ji Shaojun nodded, not prying further, “Then you should go quickly.”

Xu En also knew that Ji Mulan and Bai Lian, mother and daughter, didn’t get along well. He wasn’t clear about the past between the two, but he could feel that Ji Mulan’s attitude toward Bai Lian had been problematic for some time.

After he left with Ji Mulan,

Ji Shaojun turned to Bai Lian, gesturing for her to help herself to some water, “You and your mother…”

He wondered if there was any possibility of reconciliation between them.

After all, they were mother and daughter.

Now, Ji Mulan’s relationship with Ji Heng was somewhat mended.

“Stop,” Bai Lian couldn’t stand hearing about Ji Mulan, placing her workbook on the table, “Uncle, I came to see my aunt.”

To others, it seemed there wasn’t much of an issue between Bai Lian and Ji Mulan.

But only Bai Lian knew

The original Bai Lian was already dead.

Dead in the icy cold lake.

Ji Shaojun silently watched Bai Lian sit by Shen Qing’s bedside, instinctively checking Shen Qing’s pulse.

Shen Qing even gave him a white-eyed look, annoyed at his meddling.

Ji Shaojun then turned to make Bai Lian a cup of tea; his familial bonds were thin, Ji Mulan was his sister, and he couldn’t let go.

“Alian, your grandfather said you’ve been going to bed past midnight and getting up before six?” Shen Qing could now sit up and lean against the headboard, her head swathed in bandages.

Her voice was becoming stronger as well.

In short, she was recovering very well.

Ji Heng had woken up in the night to use the bathroom and saw that Bai Lian’s window was still open; that day, he came over worriedly to discuss this matter.

So, on behalf of Ji Heng, Shen Qing spoke, “Your health is important. We can take our time, there’s no rush this year.”

Bai Lian withdrew her hand, looked up still in her school uniform with an unzipped jacket revealing her white shirt underneath, and said to Shen Qing with a voice both soft and slow, “But I need to study, Aunt.”

Shen Qing: “… Right, right, studying is most important, studying is most important, but try to go to bed by midnight if you can.”

Ji Shaojun placed the tea to one side, listening and utterly speechless.

Is this how you persuade someone?

After seeing Shen Qing, Bai Lian went back home, as she still had Lance waiting for her at home.

After she had left, Ji Shaojun glanced at Shen Qing, “Dad asked you to persuade her, not to indulge her.”

“Why don’t you say it then?” Shen Qing leaned against the headboard.

Ji Shaojun was even less helpful than Ji Heng.

Before Bai Lian could speak, he likely would be the one to start saying, “It’s okay, Alian, whatever time you study until it’s fine, your uncle will stay up with you.”

Ji Shaojun opened his mouth.

He wanted to retort.

But he didn’t know where to start.

“Illogical!” He could only bury his head and go to the bathroom to fetch water for Shen Qing.

Outside the ICU at the hospital.

At the age of sixty, Liu’s father looked into the glass room at Liu Xinming with a fierce gaze, “No matter who it is, I want them dead. Get me Zhao Jingzhou, even if it costs ten times more!”