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At about six or seven in the morning, she vaguely heard the attending doctor come in to take over from another doctor. Wen Tingli answered a few questions vaguely, then turned over and fell asleep again.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky.

Wen Tingli stretched lazily in bed, thinking of what happened last night, and quickly got out of bed, ran to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Perhaps because of the timely treatment last night, the rash on her neck had disappeared by more than half.

She breathed a sigh of relief and heard someone whispering outside. It turned out to be Lu's entourage.

She opens the door.

"Did you disturb Miss Wen?"

Wen Tingli smiled: "No, I woke up by myself. Were you all here last night?"

"Mr. Lu was worried about any danger at night, so he asked us to wait outside Miss Wen's door all night. Oh, this is Miss Wen's change of clothes. It was too late yesterday, so Mr. Lu didn't want to disturb Mrs. Zhou and Miss Wen's rest, so he waited until this morning to send someone to your house to get it."

Wen Tingli took the package of clothes but didn't speak for a long time. The attendants thought she was being reserved and said with a smile, "Miss Wen, don't be reserved. Mr. Lu has always been polite. Miss Wen has helped Mr. Lu a lot before. Now that Miss Wen is seriously ill, Mr. Lu will take good care of her."

Wen Tingli's smile faltered. Wait, she didn't like this statement. All this was not because "she had helped Lu Shicheng a lot", but because Lu Shicheng was so kind to her.

She looked at the two men's appearance carefully and seemed to have seen them in Lu Mansion, but judging from the fact that they were not assigned to guard near her home, they were obviously not Lu Shicheng's confidants.

But she still said gratefully: "I have everything I need, brothers, please go and have a rest."

"Mr. Kuang has already sent someone to take over our shift. Mr. Lu has never said anything about this."

Wen Tingli pretended to ask casually: "Is Mr. Lu always so nice to people?"

"Of course." The man was very talkative. He pointed at his companion and said, "Last time, my brother Gao suffered from acute enteritis. Mr. Lu specially arranged a separate ward for him to be treated. I heard that Gao's mother was worried about her son, so she brought the old lady from Wuxi to Shanghai to live for a few days. After that, he arranged the old lady's food and accommodation in a very detailed manner... Don't look at Mr. Lu's young age. In terms of how he behaves, everyone in the Lu family is convinced by his conduct."

Wen Tingli looked at the burly attendant named Gao and could hardly laugh.

Wen Tingli went back to her room and closed the door. She changed her clothes while thinking to herself. She was very clear about Lu Shicheng's politeness and consideration when she first dealt with him.

A man with a mature personality would never have two faces in front of others and behind their backs. He would be so nice in front of outsiders and even better to his own people. Therefore, she was not surprised when she heard what her follower said.

But she still felt a little lost deep in her heart. At least, Lu Shicheng's care and consideration were not just for her.

She fished out the note that Lu Shicheng had written to her last night from under her pillow. The paper was a little wrinkled, but the handwriting on the note was so clear. Lu Shicheng's way of expression was always so concise and effective.

She should have been full of sweetness, but at this moment, she suddenly realized that something was missing between them.

Until now, he had never confessed his feelings to her in person. Thinking of this, the man's words rang in his ears again. "Last time, my brother surnamed Gao suffered from acute enteritis, and Mr. Lu also..."

As the saying goes, “Those involved are often confused, but those who are not involved can see clearly.” Could there be some misunderstanding here? !

Perhaps, Lu Shicheng bought her favorite snacks and piled them up in her room not to please her, but just to repay her for saving his life.

He patiently taught Xiao Taozi to read, not to please her family, but just to reward her for her sleepless care during this period of time.

He bought these personal items for her according to her preferences, not out of any special feelings, but just because she had bought him pajamas before.

These thoughts popped into Wen Tingli's mind one by one.

He was so kind to his close associates that he would be doubly attentive to his savior, to the point of causing her to misunderstand him.

She was not sure whether Lu Shicheng noticed the subtle undercurrents when the two of them were together. Even if he did, who knew if he would attribute it to an illusion caused by the two of them being in the same space for too long?
In fact, before this, the relationship between the two had been in a strange state. He repeatedly took care of her and helped her, but whenever she wanted to think about that, he would distance himself from her with a sober and restrained attitude.

She guessed that she was attractive to Lu Shicheng, but because the environment of the Lu family was too complicated, he did not dare to easily give his trust to others. Therefore, she took the initiative to take that step. However, that night at Taotao Ju, she waited until ten o'clock but he did not show up for the appointment.

He broke his promise.

He still owed her an explanation.

Although she learned from later events that Lu Shicheng's breaking of the appointment was related to his being in danger, as long as he did not explain the reason to her in person, there was still something shrouded in mystery between the two of them. Besides, he did not necessarily go to the appointment that night out of emotional impulse. Maybe he just wanted to make things clear with her in person.

If you think about it carefully, Lu Shicheng's attitude towards her obviously changed after he encountered danger that night.

That disaster made him regard her as someone he could trust.

She was very confused now. Was he treating her as a benefactor and giving her special care, or was he developing a special feeling for her out of gratitude?

No matter which situation it was, she couldn't accept it in her heart!

Her lover must succumb to her charm, appreciate her, be obsessed with her, pursue her, tolerate her, like her strengths and accept her weaknesses. If there are other factors mixed in the feelings between the two, it cannot be called love in her heart.

No, she couldn't continue to get along with Lu Shicheng in this muddled way. She had to figure out his thoughts as soon as possible, otherwise she would just sink deeper and deeper into a chaotic situation. Today at the latest, she wanted to hear him explain in person what he felt towards her.

She was a free-spirited person by nature. After making up her mind, she stopped worrying about it. She packed up and went to find Lu Shicheng. As soon as she went out, she ran into Kuang Zhilin, who was asking her attending physician about her condition in the corridor.

"Is Miss Wen feeling better?" Kuang Zhilin walked over immediately.

Wen Tingli smiled and said, "Much better. Thank you Mr. Kuang for your concern." At this time, Kuang Zhilin handed the food box in his hand to the two followers, opened the lid, and inside were two large baskets of freshly bought pan-fried buns.

"This is what Master Cheng bought for you."

Look, Lu Shicheng is really good to his own people. When Wen Tingli saw the attendant named Gao who happily took the food box, she didn't know what to say. She went to the back building to visit Lu Shicheng accompanied by Kuang Zhilin.

When I looked inside at the door, I saw Lu Shicheng sitting in a wheelchair beside the bed, and the doctor was changing the white gauze on his forehead.

"Miss Wen is here." Kuang Zhilin knocked on the door with a smile.

Lu Shicheng hurriedly looked towards the door, and the doctor turned his head and said, "Well, Miss Wen looks much better than last night."

Wen Tingli walked in with a smile. Lu Shicheng was sitting with his back to the light. He was wearing an ordinary hospital gown, but he looked so clean and pretty. However, his short hair was a little messy because it had not been trimmed, and the wounds on his body were too shocking.

She shifted her gaze towards his face and was surprised to find that Lu Shicheng was also looking at her carefully. He seemed to be assessing whether her condition had improved. His eyes first fell on her neck and then moved to her face.

Unexpectedly, their eyes met in mid-air. Wen Tingli stared directly into those eyes that were like a pool of water.

Kuang Zhilin saw this and told his attendant with a smile, "You can bring in breakfast now."

The people in the room retreated collectively in tacit agreement.

Wen Tingli organized the words in her mind. She had to ask the answer she wanted in an extremely natural and unobtrusive way.

It can't be too direct, or she'll seem impatient, nor can it be too explicit, or she'll be embarrassed.

Because she was only focused on thinking, she walked very slowly over the short distance.

Seeing this, Lu Shicheng was a little confused. She was rarely so listless. Could it be because she didn't sleep well last night? Before she came to him, he stood up on his own initiative, holding on to the armrest of the wheelchair.

When he stood up, Wen Tingli knew that his physical condition had improved a lot, because his body was very stable, and he no longer staggered when he stood up like he did a few days ago.

But she still subconsciously stepped forward and supported him.

"Does it still hurt?" The words came out almost immediately.

Lu Shicheng seemed to be about to shake his head, but suddenly, he looked at her and nodded.

He pointed to his ribs with his other hand. It still hurt.

However, Wen Tingli did not see Lu Shicheng's action because she was looking down. She was busy regretting her forgetfulness just now. Before she was sure about Lu Shicheng's attitude, what was the point of their action?

She quickly withdrew her hand and sat down opposite him with dignity.

Now Lu Shicheng was even more confused. He looked at her for a moment, but finally asked nothing. He just piled the snacks on the table one by one into Wen Tingli's hands.

Seeing all the food being pushed to her side, Wen Tingli couldn't help laughing: "How can I eat so much?!"

Lu Shicheng took the opportunity to push the bowl of steaming porridge in front of her.

Wen Tingli coughed and said, "Yesterday, Mr. Lu suddenly asked people to buy so many Lufini cookies. Is it because Mr. Lu knows that I like to eat that? Is Mr. Lu so nice to everyone around him?"

For the last two sentences, her voice seemed to be blown away by the wind, and suddenly became so low that it was almost a whisper.

But she believed Lu Shicheng could hear it.

In an instant, the room became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Lu Shicheng was already mute, but at this moment, he was much quieter than usual, so quiet that even the air around him seemed to be frozen.

Lu Shicheng indeed heard it, and only he knew how fast his heart was beating.

Wen Tingli was not much better than her.

To answer this question clearly, Lu Shicheng had to face his own feelings directly. There was no room for evasion or perfunctory answering.

He - should be able to figure out what he is doing to her? No, with his intelligence, she believed that he would know the answer soon.

Sure enough, she felt his gaze fall on her cheek, which made her eyelashes tremble a few times, but she stayed there stubbornly.

I don't know how long it was, but I saw Lu Shicheng turned his head, looked out the window and smiled. I couldn't help but look up, and saw Lu Shicheng looking at her with an extremely serious expression, and then he took out the pen from his pocket with a serious look.

Wen Tingli suddenly felt all the blood in her body rushing to her brain, not only because he did not avoid her question, but also because of his unusually serious expression at this moment.

She watched him touch the tip of his pen to the notebook, and saw the black ink flow from the tip of the pen onto the white paper.

Her heart was beating so fast it could not be described as chaotic; she could hardly breathe.

(End of this chapter)