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Wen Tingli was awakened by a low and soft voice.

It was a foreigner's voice, which sounded vaguely familiar. She tried to turn her head to follow the sound, but she had no strength. Suddenly she remembered that it was the voice of Dr. Louis whom she had met at Lu Mansion.

"It's just a minor scratch on her right leg. The main problems now are hypoglycemia and fever... In my opinion, Miss Wen's illness is caused by overwork. She is seriously lacking in sleep and nutrition, and is too nervous. This cold is like the last straw that broke the camel's back for her. Fortunately, she is young and healthy. If she were weak, she would have developed a serious illness long ago. Let her have a good rest first. When she wakes up, let her eat some light porridge and snacks. I will prescribe some vitamin pills for her."

Wen Tingli didn't dare to move. It seemed that she was still in Kuang Zhilin's house.

Damn! I don't know if I succeeded in stopping Lu Shicheng from going to the appointment.

But Lewis said, "Mr. Lu, I came in too hasty just now and accidentally left a few things behind. I'll go back to the clinic first. Melissa, you stay and take care of the patient."

Wen Tingli subconsciously held her breath, so the other person was Lu Shicheng!
It seemed that her words had worked. After all, she did not leave because she was curious about what Qiu Lingyun had revealed to her. Pretending to faint was a last resort. In order to make it more realistic, she deliberately did not eat breakfast before going out in the morning. Her performance must have been very successful... No, she was really sick, because at this moment, every bone in her body was sore.

If not for this, she might not have been able to deceive Lu Shicheng.

She gave a bitter smile and tried to open her eyes, but her temples were throbbing. The squeezing and dizzy feeling was really uncomfortable. She endured it for a while and finally opened her eyes a little to look around quietly.

This is a spacious suite with a living room outside the bedroom. The room is brightly lit, but it is hard to tell whether it is morning or afternoon.

Thinking of the heavy rain in the morning, she felt herself in the quilt and was surprised to find that someone had changed her into a set of clean clothes without her knowing.

She broke into a cold sweat.

Then a woman outside said in surprise, "Are you saying Miss Wen is awake?"

Soon a nurse poked her head in and said, "Oh, she's really awake."

Seeing Wen Tingli's panic, the nurse came into the room and explained with a smile: "Don't worry, I helped you change your clothes. Mr. Lu has very good hearing, I thought you were still asleep."

Wen Tingli looked outside and said to Melissa, "Thank you. What time is it now?"

"Half past eleven." The nurse came over to take her temperature.

What, she was only unconscious for three hours? !

Now that Lu Shicheng knew she was awake, he would come and ask Qiu Lingyun what she had said. After asking, he could still go to Principal Zou's house for lunch. However, tomorrow is the preliminary round of Yifeilin. If Zhu Zihe could meet Lu Shicheng today, she would definitely be able to achieve something.

Without saying a word, she threw off the quilt and got out of bed, but suddenly she felt dizzy.

"Don't move." The nurse quickly put down the thermometer and supported her. "The fever has not subsided, and you had hypoglycemia before. It is absolutely not suitable for you to get up now."

Wen Tingli covered her forehead listlessly: "I have something very urgent to tell Mr. Lu. Also, it rained so hard this morning. My family will be worried if I stay out for so long. I have to call them to let them know I'm safe."

"At least eat something to fill your stomach first, so that we can give you a second round of antipyretic medicine." The nurse brought in a food tray from the outer room, "This porridge is no longer hot, it's just right to eat it now."

Wen Tingli looked outside the house and asked quietly, "Is Mr. Lu outside?"

"I was there, but I just left." The nurse smiled. "Don't worry, Mr. Lu didn't enter the room from beginning to end. Speaking of which, Mr. Lu is really considerate to others. He asked the kitchen to prepare a lot of food for you to use whenever you wake up."

Wen Tingli was filled with shame: "Mr. Lu has always been so kind to others... I feel really bad for troubling him again."

"When illness strikes, it's like a mountain falling on you. No one can bear it. Doctor Louis said this is called overwork. This should be a wake-up call for Miss Wen. No matter how busy she is in the future, she should take care of her health."

The bowl of eight-treasure porridge was so fragrant and rich that Wen Tingli wanted to eat it all in one breath, but she pretended to have no appetite.

"I...I can't eat anymore."

"But you only drank two sips."

Wen Tingli shook her head apologetically: "My stomach feels a little uncomfortable."

The nurse put the porridge aside thoughtfully: "It seems that the digestive tract also has symptoms. I will ask Dr. Louis what to do."

Wen Tingli said weakly, "I would like to ask you to call Nurse Liu of the Internal Medicine Ward of Cixin Hospital for me and ask her to tell my family that I am playing at my friend's house for a while and will be back later."

She knew that Li Chengying's people must be extremely anxious at this moment, so she had to let them know that she was safe.

After a while, the nurse came back from the phone call, but she didn't come into the room immediately. She just said outside: "Do you have anything to ask Miss Wen? She is awake. Okay, I'll go in and ask her."

Wen Tingli panicked, Lu Shicheng came!
He probably found out something along the line of Qiu Lingyun, otherwise he wouldn't be so anxious to ask questions. He originally hadn't figured out what to do, but now he has made up his mind.

Someone was walking towards the room, and Wen Tingli quickly closed her eyes. Pretending to be asleep or crying was always her specialty. She could be scrutinized closely without being exposed, but she was still afraid that Lu Shicheng would notice, so she deliberately turned her head to the inside and pretended to be asleep.

"Miss Wen, don't you have something important to tell Mr. Lu—eh?"

Wen Tingli's heartbeat quickened slightly. Fortunately, Lu Shicheng did not rush into the room. The nurse hurried into the room to check on her and tiptoed out: "It's okay, she just fell asleep. She has a poor appetite and only drank two mouthfuls of the bowl of porridge... Well, I have already called to report this to Dr. Louis."

Wen Tingli anxiously watched the movements in the outer room. The hook was lowered, but she was not sure if it was heavy enough to stop Lu Shicheng.

After only ten minutes, she felt her body stiffen into a rock. Pretending to sleep was much more uncomfortable than actually sleeping, not to mention her heart was still hanging in the balance. Suddenly, she heard someone coming upstairs, and the steward from the morning said outside, "I called Principal Zou as you instructed. I told you that you had something urgent to do and couldn't go. Also, I called the dock. Are you planning to go there this afternoon?"

Wen Tingli was surprised and happy. Once Lu Shicheng suspected that the affairs of the White Dragon Gang were related to Mr. Lu Sanye, he immediately took action.

Doctor Lewis came upstairs shortly after. "I heard from Melissa. No, no, no, loss of appetite is not necessarily a sign of typhoid fever. I'll go in and check on the patient first. If she really has typhoid fever, fasting will actually be good for her."

Wen Tingli closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. It was not until this moment that she was sure that her morning's work was not in vain. Her tense nerves slowly relaxed, and she pretended to be asleep until she accidentally fell asleep.

This sleep was even more sound than the previous one, and she dreamed of her mother.

In the dream, it was vaguely a summer evening. She and her mother were sitting on a stool. She was still very young, holding a big piece of watermelon in her two little hands and eating it. Her mother gently fanned her with a palm leaf fan. Her mother still looked the same as before she died, wearing a plain cheongsam and a round bun on her head. The dim light shone down from the alley above, making the scar on her mother's face vaguely visible.

Wen Tingli felt a lump in her throat and fell headfirst into her mother's arms.

"Mom, I miss you."

The mother hugged her back tightly.

Wen Tingli cried, "You don't know how much has happened at home in the past few months. I'm so tired, Mom, please don't leave. Xiao Taozi and I can't live without you."

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, and tears rolled down her cheeks. However, her mother suddenly let go of her. She tried to chase after her, but her mother's figure became fainter and fainter, and farther and farther away. She cried and ran after her, but suddenly her feet were empty.

***
Lu Shicheng was answering the phone in the living room downstairs, while Zhou Wei was reporting to him.

"In addition to delivering newspapers around here, Miss Wen also works as a switchboard operator at Exelon. One job is in the morning and the other is in the afternoon. Both jobs were introduced by Miss Gao. The company has already investigated. Miss Wen is very active every time she goes to work. I found her recordings and listened to them. It doesn't sound like she's performing impromptu, nor does she sound perfunctory. She must really be short of money."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Shicheng stood there quietly for a long time without moving. At this moment, a sharp cry came from upstairs.

His face froze. There was only Wen Tingli on the second floor now. Her crying was so miserable, as if she had encountered something terrifying.

As soon as they reached the stairwell, Lao Liu heard the voice and came out: "Miss Wen, are you feeling unwell?"

No, it seemed like she was in a nightmare. She had been having a fever all day and it was about time she woke up.

Lu Shicheng stood at the stairs and listened for a while, then returned to the coffee table and continued to look through the documents.

But Wen Tingli did not stop crying, and her crying could be heard downstairs intermittently, disturbing her mood for no reason. It was not sobbing, nor was it talking in sleep, but a kind of heart-wrenching crying, as if she had accumulated too much pain in her daily life and could only vent it in her dream.

I only heard Lao Liu say, "People who are sick are most likely to have nightmares. Unfortunately, Melissa has gone back to the clinic with Dr. Lewis to save the patient. Do you want me to go up and wake Miss Wen up? If she has nightmares for too long, it will hurt her mind and body."

Lu Shicheng acquiesced.

Just as Lao Liu was about to go upstairs, Lu Shicheng put down the documents and stood up. Wen Tingli was not familiar with Lao Liu, and being awakened from her nightmare by a stranger would only cause her greater fright.

He went up to the second floor and walked straight through the suite. The bedroom door was half open and her mumbling in her sleep could be heard intermittently from the room.

When he got closer, he finally heard clearly that she was calling "Mom", and her cry was painful and suppressed.

This scene was so inexplicably familiar that he stood at the door in a daze. Some memories that were deeply buried in his mind were suddenly pried open by the sound of "Mom".

He knew that in her dream, the pain of witnessing the death of her loved ones was no less than what she felt when she was awake. She was already ill, and this would only make her condition worse.

He then raised his hand and knocked hard on the door, but Wen Tingli cried more and more urgently.

Suddenly, he heard the bed frame creaking, and she seemed to be struggling violently in her dream. Glancing inside, he vaguely saw her rolling to the side of the bed. It was a loft bed - he hurried into the room and just had time to stop her body at the side of the bed.

She was in great shock and her body was still falling down. He had no choice but to use his knee and right hand to hold her left half of the body, and his left hand to hold the other half of her body. When she stopped moving, he pushed her shoulders to try to wake her up. Unexpectedly, Wen Tingli grabbed his arm with her backhand.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

Their eyes met.

Lu Shicheng wanted to withdraw but failed, so he had to wait patiently for her to wake up completely. Although the light was a little dim, he got used to it after staying for a while. He saw the traces of tears on her face and also noticed that her eyes were a little unfocused.

There was regret, sadness, reluctance and pain in her eyes...

He looked at her quietly. The Wen Tingli in front of him was completely different from the usual Wen Tingli. Usually, she seemed to have endless words to say, endless energy, and endless enthusiasm, but the Wen Tingli in front of him was so fragile and pitiful.

***
Wen Tingli dreamed that she missed a step and fell off a cliff. She was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, and someone supported her from below.

She was terrified, gasping for breath, and staring blankly upwards. When her scattered will was gathered again, she realized that the person she was holding was Lu Shicheng.

Her thoughts froze instantly. In the semi-darkness, Lu Shicheng looked at her with a strange look, as if he was in a trance.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Lu Shicheng raised his hand and turned on the bedside lamp. He looked at her carefully for a while in the light, then gently pushed her back onto the bed.

Then, he did not stay in the room, but quickly retreated.

Then I heard the steward whisper outside: "It's good that he's awakened. Crying and shouting are the most debilitating...Okay, I'll bring the food up right away."

Wen Tingli Mu listened blankly. What on earth was going on? How could Lu Shicheng appear beside her bed...

Did she have a nightmare? The scenes in the dream were vivid in her mind, and every word in the dream was still fresh in her mind.

How long had she been crying? How long had she been making a fuss? From what the steward said, Lu Shicheng probably came to check because he heard something was wrong.

Thinking of how she had just held on to Lu Shicheng, she could no longer lie down. She pushed the quilt away and got to the ground. She was shocked to find that her clothes were wet inside and out, so wet... She held onto the bed frame and thought blankly, maybe it was because of the fever-reducing medicine she had taken. How long had she been unconscious? It was already dark outside the window, at least dusk.

When she turned around, she found a set of clean clothes folded at the end of the bed. It was the set she had changed out of in the morning, and it had already been washed and ironed.

She cast a grateful glance towards the outer room, picked up her clothes and moved into the bathroom next door. There was an oval-shaped peep show in the bathroom. When she looked at herself, she was shocked by her appearance. Her face was as pale as paper, and strands of wet black hair stuck to her forehead. Her face was covered with tear marks, and her eyes were red and swollen like peaches.

Lu Shicheng looked at her with such a strange look just now, probably because he was frightened by her ghostly appearance. According to her usual temper, she had to wash up thoroughly before going out to see people, but she really didn't have the energy to wash up now.

"Knock-knock-knock." The servant suddenly knocked on the door a few times. "Miss Wen, are you okay? Your high fever has just subsided. It's not advisable to wash your hair and take a bath right now, so as not to faint again." Wen Tingli hurriedly replied, "Okay." But she was puzzled as to how the steward knew that she was thinking about washing. She scooped up a handful of water to wash her face, washed her hair with soap, looked left and right in front of the mirror, and felt much refreshed. Then she changed her clothes and left the room.

After being hungry all day, she felt like her feet were stepping on cotton when she walked on the ground. She finally moved to the outer room, but did not see Lu Shicheng.

The old steward was setting the food on the table alone.

"Miss Wen, did you have a nightmare just now? Have a bowl of calming soup first." The steward brought a bowl of steaming hot soup with a smile. Seeing Wen Tingli was stunned, he thought she was wondering about the origin of the soup, so he smiled and said, "Mr. Kuang had a younger generation who often had nightmares when he was young. When he had nightmares, it was exactly the same as what Miss Wen had just experienced. For this reason, the family always has some calming herbs. Originally, these things have not been used for many years, but I didn't expect that they would come in handy today."

Wen Tingli thought to herself that this so-called "nephew" of Mr. Kuang was most likely Lu Shicheng, otherwise the family would not have gone to so much trouble to prepare for it all year round.

Did Lu Shicheng often have nightmares when he was young? Was it because he missed his mother? He was not like ordinary people who could cry or shout. Once he had a nightmare, he could only endure it by himself, which was even more harmful to his health.

As she was daydreaming, she suddenly saw the steward looking at her curiously. Wen Tingli had long suspected that the steward had seen what happened in the room, so she felt a little uncomfortable. She sat down at the table with a thick face and said weakly, "Thank you."

This time she was not pretending, she really had no strength. There were a lot of food on the table, all of which were soft and easy to digest. The eight-treasure porridge was replaced with a lighter lotus seed porridge. Sugar was added to the porridge, which tasted even sweeter than the bowl she had at noon.

She loved sweets to begin with, and these were even more to her liking. After eating a few of these things, her strength was restored to 80%, and her spirits improved. Her mind became active again. She looked up at the steward with a smile, thinking about what to say. At this moment, a man suddenly walked in from outside, nodded to the steward, and motioned him to leave.

"Mr. Lu." Wen Tingli stood up somewhat at a loss.

Lu Shicheng watched the steward take the things away, then turned to look at her.

[Are you feeling better? ]

"I'm much better now." Wen Tingli nodded hurriedly. "I haven't had time to thank Mr. Lu because I've been bothering you all day with this illness. By the way, the porridge and snacks just now were really delicious. It's strange that every time I'm sick or sad, I'll feel better immediately after eating something sweet."

She was eager to make some small talk to ease the awkwardness of the previous scene, but Lu Shicheng walked straight up to her and looked into her eyes with extreme concentration in the light of the green Western lamp above his head.

Wen Tingli's breathing stagnated. It was the first time that the two of them stood so close to each other, so close that she could see the color of his pupils. Her family all had dark brown eyes, but his pupils were extremely black. She saw herself in his eyes, two small shadows, like two light-colored leaves floating in the water, swaying slightly with his gentle breathing.

Her face started to get hot for no reason, and she took a step back subconsciously: "Mr. Lu..."

Lu Shicheng didn't move, but just raised something in his hand to signal her to take it.

It was a small iron box with a piece of paper attached to the bottom with a few lines of words written on it.

[Louis went back to the clinic to see another critically ill patient. Before he left, he told me to check the whites of your eyes when you wake up. If they are yellow, you may have been infected with hepatitis and I must notify him immediately.]

As soon as these words came out, Wen Tingli immediately forgot the strange feeling just now and asked nervously, "So are the whites of my eyes yellow?"

Lu Shicheng lowered his eyes to hide the smile in his eyes, shook his head at her, and did not call, but sat on the sofa beside him. Wen Tingli breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little embarrassed. She was really stupid, she actually mistakenly thought that Lu Shicheng wanted to take advantage of her. She quickly changed the subject and pointed to the iron box: "What is this?"

Lu Shicheng pointed at the note and asked her to read it herself.

[If you still have a fever after you wake up, I will also notify Louis as soon as possible. You can take your own temperature.]

Wen Tingli returned to the bedroom holding the iron box. In fact, she knew her fever had subsided without testing because her head no longer ached.

While stuffing the thermometer into her clothes, she glanced outside the door. Lu Shicheng probably had something to ask her and did not leave immediately.

It was very quiet inside and outside the house, but this distance that was neither too far nor too close gave me an inexplicable sense of security.

Lu Shicheng often gave people this feeling. He didn't talk much and wasn't particularly warm to others, but he always had a kind of magic that made everyone who got along with him feel relaxed and comfortable. Even the naive Xiao Taozi noticed this.

However, no matter how modest Lu Shicheng was, he couldn't stand being disturbed again and again. She stayed here for a whole day, and he might have been annoyed to death. If she was sensible, she would have taken her temperature and then left quickly.

Of course, her goal today was achieved, but unfortunately she had been sleeping all day and had no chance to find out whether Lu Shicheng had already started to deploy his troops, let alone whether Zhu Zihe had taken any further actions...

After thinking for a while, she took out the thermometer and went out to say to Lu Shicheng: "I don't have a fever anymore. Thank you, Mr. Lu. It's time for me to go."

Lu Shicheng glanced at the iron box in her hand, and Wen Tingli smiled and explained, "I stay in Cixin Hospital all day, and I already know how to read a thermometer."

He looked at her face again, longer this time.

Wen Tingli coughed nervously. Before coming out, she looked in the mirror. Her complexion was much better than when she had just woken up.

Finally, he pointed to the sofa next to her.

【Please take a seat first.】

After sitting down, Wen Tingli naturally changed the subject: "It just so happens that I have something very important to say to Mr. Lu. This morning, in order to drive Qiu Lingyun away, I--"

She smiled shyly, "I deliberately brought up the names of Mr. Lu and Mr. Kuang to scare him, but he said that Mr. Lu's 'prestige won't last long'. I said he was bragging, and he told me to 'wait and see'. I asked again, but he refused to explain clearly. I know the character of this father and son very well. Qiu Dapeng is vicious and cunning, but Qiu Lingyun is a person who can't keep secrets. Today he suddenly learned to restrain his temper. Maybe the White Dragon Gang is really planning some big conspiracy."

After saying this, she looked at Lu Shicheng cautiously: "Mr. Lu, have you offended the White Dragon Gang recently? I heard that Gang Leader Cao is the best at hurting people behind their backs, so you must be careful."

Lu Shicheng was just thinking about something. Wen Tingli waited for a while, cleared her throat and said, "This is what I want to talk about."

[Thank you, I will keep an eye on it.]

"You're welcome. I've troubled Mr. Lu several times before. I have already regarded Mr. Lu as a friend. If you need any help in the future, Mr. Lu just needs to give me a call." Wen Tingli patted her chest.

Lu Shicheng did not give Wen Tingli the opportunity to get close to her any further, but just looked at the Western clock in the corner.

Wen Tingli mistakenly thought he was going to order her to leave, so she bowed and said, "Thank you Mr. Lu for your care today, otherwise I might not be able to participate in the competition at Xinxin Department Store tomorrow. I heard from Gao Xiaowen that Yifeilin has attracted many advertisers because it invited Miss Zhu Zihe. In order to avoid being overshadowed by Yifeilin, Miss Dong has specially found many reporters to report on tomorrow's preliminary competition. If I perform badly, I will be embarrassed in all the newspapers in Shanghai."

At the end, she smiled brightly, "By the way, I heard this morning that Mr. Lu was going to Principal Zou's house for an appointment, so you must have met Miss Zhu Zihe today. I wonder what kind of program Miss Zhu has prepared for tomorrow's competition. Mr. Lu, would you mind telling me a little? The same type of programs from both sides will definitely be compared together. If I knew in advance what kind of performance Miss Zhu would prepare, I wouldn't have made a fool of myself."

Lu Shicheng didn't respond, he just lowered his eyes and drank a sip of tea.

Wen Tingli blinked, and the atmosphere seemed to become a little strange all of a sudden.

She quickly recalled what she had just said in her mind.

She probably said nothing wrong, because even if Lu Shicheng noticed her ulterior motives, it wouldn't matter. She and Zhu Zihe were the hottest players in their respective families. If no one watched Xinxin's game, the subsequent prize money and opportunities would also drop sharply. It was reasonable for her to show her concern for Zhu Zihe in front of him.

Oh no! Lu Shicheng wouldn't misunderstand that she was trying to find out about his relationship with Zhu Zihe in a roundabout way. She bit her lip in annoyance. Thinking back to everything that happened today, it was indeed difficult not to cause some misunderstandings.

Would he think that she was jealous and that was why she kept asking about Miss Zhu Zihe in front of him?

As he was daydreaming, Lu Shicheng put down his teacup, took out a pen from his pocket and wrote:

[I haven't seen this Miss Zhu Zihe today.]

Wen Tingli looked at the words in front of her with a red face.

He was considering her face and taking the initiative to give her a way out.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was happy or relieved. She only knew that she was very embarrassed, so embarrassed that she had to end the topic immediately. So she laughed generously and said, "I heard that Xinxin Department Store has prepared a lot of wonderful warm-up programs. If Mr. Lu is free tomorrow night, you might as well go to Xinxin Department Store to watch the game."

Lu Shicheng didn't respond, and Wen Tingli bit her lip again.

Fortunately, the manager came over at this time.

"Master Cheng, I'm looking for you over there."

Wen Tingli didn't want to bother any more, so she took the opportunity to say goodbye and go downstairs.

But the manager didn't let her go and chased after her with a bunch of things in his arms.

"Miss Wen, Dr. Lewis has prescribed a few bottles of medicine for you. Here are the instructions. Just take them according to the instructions on the paper. One of the medicines needs to be taken every eight hours, not earlier or later. Miss Wen took the last one at 11:30 in the afternoon, so now is the perfect time to take the second one."

Wen Tingli looked at the clock and it was indeed half past seven.

Looking at the paper again, it clearly recorded the number of times she took the medicine today and the corresponding times.

This meticulousness and patience are in no way inferior to those of the hardworking nurses at Ci Xin Hospital.

Wen Tingli was so grateful that she didn't know what to say: "You are so thoughtful."

The steward hesitated to speak, and only looked at Wen Tingli with an intriguing look, then turned his head to look upstairs, and finally said with a smile: "The driver is already waiting outside, Miss Wen, please get in the car."

Wen Tingli waved her hands hastily: "This place is very close to Cixin Hospital. I can ride my bike back by myself."

"Doctor Louis said that Miss Wen should not be exposed to the wind these two days. I heard that Miss Wen will participate in a competition tomorrow, so it is better to be cautious."

When I came out, I saw that the bicycle had been repaired and the driver was helping to move it to the back seat.

Even her muddy awning was washed clean.

Wen Tingli was filled with inexplicable gratitude and thanked him again and again. When getting into the car, she couldn't help but look back. There were lights on in several rooms in the apartment, and she didn't know which room Lu Shicheng was in to answer the phone. She left in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to say thank you to him again.

***
As soon as she returned to Ci Xin Hospital, she immediately called Li Chengying.

"Being sick is not a trivial matter." Li Chengying's voice was full of worry. "Next time you encounter this kind of situation, just terminate the action in advance. At worst, we can find another way... OK, OK, I know you are anxious to help Dean Deng out of danger... You have done a good job, leave the rest to us. By the way, our guys can basically confirm that Zhu Zihe has a problem. She stayed at Principal Zou's house all day today. Probably because she couldn't wait for Lu Shicheng to come, she went to Yanfei Bookstore in the evening, nominally to buy books, but coincidentally, there is a branch of the White Dragon Gang next door to the bookstore. I think she will take new actions soon. After all, Zou Zheping trusts her so much... OK, I will notify you as soon as she makes any moves."

Wen Tingli was still thinking about it until she went back to her room and lay on the bed. Mrs. Zhou covered her with the quilt and said, "Go to sleep. If you still feel uncomfortable when you wake up tomorrow morning, don't go to participate in that competition. Let Dr. Thompson take a good look at you first."

Wen Tingli rested her arms under her face and stared at the pile of medicine bottles on the bedside. It was impossible that Lu Shicheng had not suspected her today, but once he was sure that she was really sick, he still spared no effort to help her.

Looking back on the situations during these missions, the biggest uncertainty was Lu Shicheng's character. However, after repeated contacts, she found that he acted more principled than she expected.

She whispered in her heart: Wen Tingli, you actually know that Lu Shicheng is a good person, otherwise even if you were so sick that you only had one breath left, you would not allow yourself to actually faint in front of him.

She suddenly threw off the quilt and got out of bed.

"What are you going to do? Be careful of catching a cold. Lie down now."

Wen Tingli put the medicine bottles away one by one in the cabinet beside the bed, making sure that no one would rummage through them, and then she lay back down on the bed.

"Now you know to take care of your medicine. Taking medicine is secondary. Going to bed early is the right thing to do." Mrs. Zhou was still nagging, "Just now you were mumbling on the phone outside. Are you asking someone to deliver newspapers for you? By the way, which classmate's house did you go to for treatment? Mrs. Chen said that your classmate must be a rich man. This vitamin pill, wow, wow, wow, it's very expensive."

Wen Tingli was sleepy and tired, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye while listening to Mrs. Zhou's words.

The next day, nearly half of the newspapers were advertising the beauty pageant that evening.

In the afternoon, Wen Tingli rushed to Xinxin Department Store, and many newspaper reporters came to the door.

"Quick, quick, that's Wen Tingli. I heard she's the most capable contestant in this Xinxin competition. Miss Wen, Miss Wen, please say a few words to everyone."

(End of this chapter)