A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

"What kind of look is that?" Lu Congyue frowned.

Shi Peiran coughed lightly, his gaze darting away: "It's nothing..."

Even so, his gaze still subtly swept over a certain part of Lu Congyue's body.

Lu Congyue was in a bad mood and didn't pay much attention to Shi Peiran. After pacing back and forth a few times, he asked in a low voice, "Shi Peiran, that kind of medicine... is it harmful to the human body?"

"Huh? This... didn't you already know?" Shi Peiran answered subconsciously.

Lu Congyue pursed his lips into a straight line, and after a moment said, "I am a man, and she is different from me."

Shi Peiran scratched his head: "I don't know either, the school didn't teach this... Should I ask my teacher?"

Lu Congyue remained silent.

Shi Peiran was unsure of his meaning and looked at him with suspicion.

"..." Lu Congyue, "Aren't you going yet?"

Shi Peiran was both amused and exasperated: "No, where am I supposed to find someone in the middle of the night? I'll call and ask tomorrow."

Lu Congyue looked at the night outside. There was nothing he could do but wait.

Soon, the doctor came out and said that the injection had been given and a sedative had been administered. He told them to take the patient to a ward and that the patient would be fine after waking up the next morning.

It wasn't appropriate to leave Shi Peiran at the hospital so late at night, so Lu Congyue told Shi Peiran to drive back first to check on the situation and also to tell Sun Yongxian that if the child was asleep, it was fine, but if the child was awake, she should tell the child that she would come to pick them up tomorrow.

Shi Peiran responded and left in a hurry. Lu Congyue pinched the bridge of his nose and returned to the bedside.

Zhuang Qingxiang slept peacefully, her pale skin still flushed with an unnatural red, as if the effects of the medicine had not completely worn off. Her hair was soaked with sweat and clung messily to her forehead, making her look disheveled and frail.

Lu Congyue glanced at the amount of medicine in the IV drip, then turned and left the ward.

It hasn't been long since he last came for Chinese medicine injections, so his medical records should be available. He wants to know if it's the same medicine.

Hearing that he had also been affected by the same medication, the doctor was somewhat surprised. After reviewing the medical records, he shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. Our county hospital doesn't have the equipment to specifically test for this kind of problem..."

Lu Congyue asked Zhuang Qingxiang again whether she could breastfeed in this situation. After thanking the doctor, he returned to the ward to continue watching over Zhuang Qingxiang.

In the early morning, Zhuang Qingxiang woke up with a painful ache in her chest. She hadn't fed her child all night and felt excruciating pain in her chest.

I was startled by the whiteness all around me as soon as I opened my eyes.

"Awake? How are you feeling?" Lu Congyue's calm voice almost made Zhuang Qingxiang jump.

"Director Lu?" She looked at the man sitting by the hospital bed in surprise.

He looked tired, clearly having not slept well the night before.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhuang Qingxiang murmured to herself subconsciously. Then, memories of last night flooded back like a tidal wave. Her face turned deathly pale, and she sat up abruptly. "Director Lu, last night... last night..."

"What happened last night?" Lu Congyue immediately asked.

Zhuang Qingxiang, her face pale, froze for a moment: "Someone...someone is trying to bully me! I..."

She looked down at her hands, her eyes reddening and glistening with tears of fear and anger, and said in a hoarse voice, "I killed someone..."

Lu Congyue's expression instantly turned extremely serious: "What did you say? What exactly happened?!"

"I don't know, I felt unwell last night and wanted to see Dr. Shi... but as soon as I stepped out, someone covered my mouth... I... I hit that person with a brick many times..."

Zhuang Qingxiang recounted what happened last night in fits and starts. Her memory was somewhat hazy, and her words were also somewhat incoherent, but Lu Congyue listened intently.

After she finished speaking, Lu Congyue asked, "Do you remember how you were drugged last night?"

"Drugs?" Zhuang Qingxiang looked bewildered.

"Last night..." Lu Congyue coughed lightly, choosing a less provocative way to put it, "It was the same as when I was taking Chinese medicine before, so it must have been something you ate."

Zhuang Qingxiang immediately recalled the image of Lu Congyue embracing her with feverish body heat, and then another image suddenly popped into her mind.

It was me, clinging to him, begging him, pleading with him...

Zhuang Qingxiang's originally pale face instantly turned crimson. She hurriedly lowered her eyes, her fingers trembling slightly in panic.

Seeing her face growing redder and redder, Lu Congyue guessed what she was thinking about. Suddenly feeling that the temperature in the ward was a bit high, he got up, walked to the window, opened it, and took a few quiet, deep breaths.

Zhuang Qingxiang desperately tried to forget the mistakes that should not have happened and regain her senses.

Fortunately, Lu Congyue opened the window, and the cool morning breeze blew in, dispelling the unpleasant feeling.

Zhuang Qingxiang cleared her throat and said, "Before bed, Yueyue gave me a piece of candied fruit, saying it was given to me by an old lady. Apart from that and my three meals a day, I haven't eaten anything else."

Lu Congyue's face darkened slightly: What kind of shameless person would exploit even an ignorant child!

"Director Lu, what should we do now?" Zhuang Qingxiang was panicking, not knowing whether the person who ambushed her halfway was alive or dead.

Lu Congyue turned to look at her: "What are your plans? Do you want to report it to the police?"

Zhuang Qingxiang hesitated for a moment.

Lu Congyue knew what she was hesitating about. If a widow encountered such a thing and went to report it to the police, she would definitely be pointed at and gossiped about and would be unable to face anyone after the news got out.

But he hoped she could be strong and not be afraid of worldly opinions.

Zhuang Qingxiang's voice trembled slightly: "If I report it to the police... if that person dies, will I... will I be arrested and go to jail?"

"No!" Lu Congyue said firmly, "You acted in self-defense, and that person deserved to die."

Zhuang Qingxiang clenched her fist, then let out a slight sigh after a while, and said firmly, "Director Lu, I want to report this to the police!"

A faint smile appeared in Lu Congyue's eyes. He nodded and said, "Okay. I'll go buy breakfast first, and then I'll go to the police station with you after breakfast."

As soon as Lu Congyue left, Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't wait to get up and go to the bathroom.

She hadn't fed her baby all night, and besides the pain from engorgement, she was also experiencing milk leakage. She felt that her front was wet and needed to clean it up quickly.

After rushing back to the ward, Lu Congyue also returned with breakfast he had bought from the hospital cafeteria.

As soon as he entered the room, he took a sniff.

The air, which had just become fresh from opening the window, changed again, now carrying a milky and sweet smell, just like the smell on the kang (heated brick bed).

Lu Congyue's Adam's apple bobbed, and after a moment he expressionlessly invited Zhuang Qingxiang to eat, even taking off his own shirt and giving it to her.

Zhuang Qingxiang blushed as she took the clothes and quickly put them on.

She knew he had noticed her wet front.

Having lost face in front of Lu Congyue so many times, she was almost numb to the idea of ​​losing face.

The two had just finished breakfast when Shi Peiran and Niu Jianzhong came over together.

Lu Congyue didn't try to hide it from Zhuang Qingxiang and asked, "Section Chief Niu, what did you find last night?"

"I came here to report this to you!" Niu Jianzhong said impatiently. "We found signs of a struggle near the warehouse, as well as a piece of broken brick stained with blood, but we didn't find any injured people."

He paused, then added, "That place is a bit remote, and no one goes there at night. The person on duty at the warehouse said they didn't hear any unusual noises."

After speaking, he looked at Zhuang Qingxiang and asked, "Comrade Zhuang, what exactly happened last night?"

"We'll talk about it at the police station later," Lu Congyue interrupted him, to prevent Zhuang Qingxiang from reliving last night's events again.