After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

Zhu Yan let Zhu Cheng do as he pleased, and was held securely in his arms. Perhaps he would have felt awkward before, but now he was used to being held and it was fine, and he even enjoyed it a little. After all, who else could receive such treatment, being taken care of so carefully by their handsome and powerful older brother?

Zhu Cheng escorted Zhu Yan into the room, then walked to the bedside, gently set her down, squatted down, supported himself on the edge of the bed, and looked up at Zhu Yan.

"Let me apply the medicine for you."

Zhu Cheng reached for the ointment on the bedside table, preparing to open it:

"No need, I've already applied it."

Zhu Cheng stopped what he was doing, looked down at the hideous wound, and indeed there was a faint smell of herbs.

Zhu Cheng tossed the ointment back onto the bedside table, stood up, lifted the blanket, and gently placed Zhu Yan's legs on the bed, carefully covering them with the blanket.

"have a good rest."

After saying that, Zhu Cheng simply got up and stood with the others, remaining silent as he quietly stared at Zhu Yan lying on the bed.

Sensing the eerily quiet atmosphere inside, Zhu Yan couldn't help but speak up, "You all go ahead and do your work, you don't need to stay here."

Upon hearing this, instead of leaving, everyone sat down on the sofa.

"I'm finally done with work, so I can spend the afternoon with you." Zhu Yu was the most unceremonious, plopping down on the edge of Zhu Yan's bed and refusing to leave.

Zhu Qian, sitting on the sofa, echoed, "Perfect timing, I'm free too, I'll sit with you for a while."

Zhu Yan's gaze then fell upon Zhu Mo and Bai Zheng, who sat calmly on the sofa watching him, showing no intention of leaving.

"Don't worry about me, Ayan. Mom just wants to see you a little longer. I'm much freer than them." Bai Zheng said with a smile in her eyes and a gentle tone.

Zhu Yan withdrew his gaze, offering no objection, but instead opened his phone and began playing with it. He knew that someone would soon urge Zhu Mo and his group to leave.

Sure enough, just one minute later, Lin Xiang knocked on the door and came in, saying to Zhu Mo:

"Master, Young Master Sheng'an cried out in pain during the examination and refused to have the medicine applied." Lin Xiang nodded slightly and slowly said, word by word.

As Lin Xiang finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on Zhu Yan. Zhu Yan immediately understood and smiled faintly, "You guys go see Brother Sheng An, Lin Shen is here."

"Alright, Ayan, you get some rest. We'll head over there." Zhu Mo didn't stand on ceremony and left with Bai Zheng after giving a few instructions.

After all, Xie Shengan was a child they had raised for over ten years. Now that Zhu Yan was alright, they should go and see Xie Shengan.

Zhu Cheng and Zhu Qian both left with Zhu Mo, but Zhu Yu remained sitting by Zhu Yan's bedside, showing no intention of leaving.

"Third Brother, aren't you going?" Zhu Yan asked curiously, turning off his phone and looking up.

Zhu Yu's lips curled into a disdainful smile. "It's enough that Mom and Dad went. If I went too, who would keep you company?"

"No need to stay with me, I'll go to sleep soon." Zhu Yan's voice was a little low, perhaps because he was tired.

Zhu Yu didn't speak. He turned around, placed one foot on Zhu Yan's bed, put one hand on his knee, and leaned forward, getting closer to Zhu Yan.

"Ayan, you don't like Sheng An, do you?"

Zhu Yan didn't answer. She lowered her head, reopened her phone, and, not knowing what to do, just tapped randomly on the screen before exiting, pretending to be very busy.

"Not bad," Zhu Yan reluctantly gave his assessment. Although it was somewhat against his conscience, he could tell that they had feelings for Xie Sheng'an. If he were to tell his true feelings, his father, mother, and brother would be in a difficult position.

Zhu Yu stared intently at Zhu Yan, who was engrossed in her phone with her eyes down, and sighed, "Yan, if you're angry, you can say so. You don't have to keep it bottled up inside."

Zhu Yan's fingers trembled as she typed on her phone, but she didn't look up, her expression unchanged.

Zhu Yu didn't care whether Zhu Yan answered or not, and continued, "I'm sorry, Yan, we didn't mean to keep Sheng An's matter from you. He went abroad a few years ago and said he would come back soon, but everyone was too excited because you found him and forgot about this, so we didn't tell you."

"I'm not angry." Zhu Yan still didn't look up.

Zhu Yu: Okay, it seems the little darling is still angry.

Zhu Yu didn't give up. Instead, he patiently scanned the room, his gaze finally landing on the fruit plate on the tea table. He gave Lin Shen a look.

Lin Shen understood, walked over, brought the fruit plate over, and handed it to Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu took the watermelon, picked up a slice with the fork, and brought it to Zhu Yan's lips. "Okay, you're not angry. How about a slice of watermelon?"

Zhu Yan glanced at the watermelon offered to her mouth, then at Zhu Yu, before opening her mouth and biting into it. However, the watermelon was quite large, and some juice spilled from the corners of her mouth. Zhu Yu grabbed a tissue and wiped her mouth, secretly thinking to himself:

Thankfully, my two silly older brothers, who don't understand the details, went to find their younger brother, Sheng An. Otherwise, would he have had the chance to spend time alone with his brother and strengthen their bond?

Luckily, I'm pretty smart.

Zhu Yu was secretly pleased with himself, completely unaware of Zhu Yan's restrained actions.

Zhu Yan had never encountered such treatment in his entire life. Even when he was sick in the Wen family, Wen Lin and Lan Li would not even glance at him, let alone feed him medicine or wipe his mouth.

So what seemed like a heartwarming scene to outsiders turned out to be an awkward and bewildering experience for him.

Lin Shen: Hmm... Young Master Zhu Yu is wise enough to notice that the young master's emotions are not right, otherwise the young master might have been sad for a long time.

Zhu Yan had just swallowed a piece of watermelon when Zhu Yu offered him a piece of mango.

Zhu Yan was somewhat at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

"Brother, I really want to sleep." Zhu Yan said, trying to cut his losses.

"Ah? Okay then, you can rest." Zhu Yu looked regretful, as if he was still not satisfied.

Just as he stood up, Zhu Yan thought he was about to leave, but he suddenly leaned closer and whispered to Zhu Yan, "Don't bottle up your unhappiness in the future, tell me, okay?"

"Okay." Zhu Yan didn't even dare to look Zhu Yu in the eye before casually replying.

Finally, Zhu Yan tricked Zhu Yu, and Lin Shen approached again and asked, "Young Master, shall I go and draw the curtains?"

She had just taken her first step when Zhu Yan called out to her, "No need."

Lin Shen: ?

"Weren't you going to sleep?"

Zhu Yan leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling, her flat tone revealing no emotion. "Bring me my computer."

Why bother sleeping? I'm not in the mood to sleep at all. I might as well use my computer to do some work and pass the time.

"Yes."

Since Zhu Yan had spoken, Lin Shen didn't dare to question it. He took the computer from the table, handed it to Zhu Yan, and stood to the side again.

At this moment, Zhu Yan had no idea that someone was about to start causing trouble again.