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How did she endure so much pressure in her everyday life when she was so frail?

The more Si Zhengting observed her, the more anguish he felt. Eventually, he felt so much pain that he became numb – it was so painful that he went into a daze.

He threw those documents onto the coffee table in front of the sofa. His gaze was deep and thoughtful, but there was also a hint of guilt and pain in his eyes. He glanced toward the woman lying on the sickbed, looking at her gaunt face, her tightly closed eyes. He stared at her intently for about 30 minutes – the 30 minutes seemed to be an experience that lasted a lifetime.

Why was he, such a strong and manly man, such a coward when it came to love?

Si Zhengting clenched his fists. He could not calm himself down for a long while. His emotions were also complicated.

On one hand, he deeply regretted the hardships that had befallen her.

On the other hand, he was jealous of Mother Zhuang, as she had all of Zhuang Nainai’s attention…

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When Si Jingyu arrived at the VIP ward of the hospital, she saw Si Zhengting silently standing on the balcony and smoking.

His usually straight-backed silhouette was unusually slumped over at the moment. His figure seemed sad and mournful as it was enveloped in the fog of smoke.

It was a chilly day in October. The cold air permeated the entire city of Beijing.

But he was still wearing that thin dress shirt from yesterday, and it seemed like he was unaffected by the cold.

Si Jingyu’s heart clenched violently.

As she opened the glass door of the balcony, the pungent scent of the nicotine rushed over, and she could not help but cough twice.

Si Zhengting put out his cigarette after he heard the noise. He then turned toward its source.

Si Jingyu was disappointed by Si Zhengting’s actions. She scolded, “Don’t you know that you’re being a fool at the moment? You’re not cherishing your body at all! Hurry home and get some rest, I’ll help you watch over Zhuang Nainai here.”

Si Zhengting’s gaze was impassive. His face was pale and lacked vitality. His voice was monotonous. “There’s no need for me to return home.”

He immediately followed up with a question, “What are you doing here?”

Si Jingyu’s heart clenched. She wanted to say something but remembered her motive in coming to the hospital; thus, she lowered her voice and replied, “Mother heard that Nainai has fallen sick from working excessively. So, she found an old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner to check up on Nainai. We can help her get better and, conveniently, also get the practitioner to check up on you as well.”

Si Zhengting had had a concussion. Although there seemed to be nothing wrong with him according to the scans that they had done, he had to go for a check up later on. As Ding Mengya was worried about her son, she allowed Si Jingyu to find a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner to do a check-up on her son.

However, if they had told Si Zhengting that they had hired the practitioner to check on his concussion, he would definitely be unhappy about it. Thus, Si Jingyu used a roundabout method to inform him about the practitioner.

As expected, Si Zhengting did not reject the notion. He opened all the windows and allowed the smoke to disperse, then opened the glass door and walked into the ward, which was slightly warmer than the outside air.

Upon seeing Si Zhengting’s dedicated actions, Si Jingyu was shocked.

She knew that he had liked Zhuang Nainai a lot in the past, but she had never realized that he had liked her to this extent, such that he was careful about all these minute details.

In the sick ward, the old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner walked toward Si Zhengting and said, “Extend your elbow.”

Si Zhengting pointed at the person on the sick bed. “Attend to her.”

The practitioner was shocked, his expression confused. Wasn’t he here to attend to Mr. Si? Why was he being asked to attend to someone else?

But after seeing Mr. Si’s expression, the practitioner knew that he should not ask any more questions. He walked toward the bed and took Zhuang Nainai’s pulse.

The practitioner’s facial expressions underwent a series of changes. He finally withdrew his hand.

Si Zhengting pulled a blanket over Zhuang Nainai, then turned to the practitioner. “So what’s the result?”

The practitioner was very professional. “Mrs. Si has indeed been overworked. Do not worry, her constitution is very strong, she merely needs some time to recuperate. She also does not require any medication. Traditional Chinese medicinal meals will do the trick, but…”