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Wen Qi glanced at him sideways, a mischievous smile playing on her lips: "Whether it works or not, we'll find out by trying."

Su Xinghe gritted his teeth and made a firm decision—

For Grandpa.

I took a deep breath, walked to the old man's bedside, and clenched my fists.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words stuck in his throat and he swallowed them back.

"..."

An awkward silence.

Wen Qi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smile barely concealed on her lips.

Su Xinghe still couldn't open his mouth!

Wen Qi asked, "You really can't bring yourself to curse?"

Su Xinghe nodded.

Wen Qi thought for a moment and said, "Okay then, give me the money and I'll pay."

Su Xinghe's face lit up with joy.

Wen Qi walked over and said, "Go pour me a glass of warm water."

Su Xinghe turned around and ran to pour a glass of warm water, which he then handed to Wen Qi.

Wen Qi: "You'll give me a lot of money, right?"

"...So much money!"

"Alright!"

So much money!

Wen Qi even had the energy to bleed herself out. She squeezed out a drop of blood and it fell into the cup, instantly mixing with the water.

"Give this glass of water to your grandfather."

Su Xinghe was a little confused, but only for a moment before doing as Wen Qi suggested.

I walked to the bedside, lifted Grandpa's head, and slowly fed him water.

Despite being in a coma for several days, Mr. Su's swallowing function has not deteriorated.

Not long after, Old Master Su on the bed let out a weak groan.

Immediately afterwards, his eyelids began to tremble slightly, and his fingers curled slightly, clearly showing signs of waking up.

"There's a response! Grandpa's responding!" Su Xinghe was so excited he almost jumped up.

Wen Qi walked to the carved chair next to her and sat down, taking an apple from the table.

"Miss Wen, you...didn't you say you were going to draw a knife and start cursing?"

Wen Qi: "If you don't even scold me, how can I open my mouth?"

"..."

Su Xinghe: "Miss Wen, you're so capable, how could you be bullied so badly by the Wen and Lu families?"

"...I was foolish before, I couldn't judge people well, I treated trash like treasure, I deserved to be bullied."

"Then what do you do now..." Su Xinghe asked tentatively.

What do you think?

Su Xinghe instantly understood, touched his nose, and didn't ask any more questions.

The woman in front of him has torn apart the scumbag boyfriend, beaten up the mistress, and Wen and Lu are now in complete chaos.

What else is there to say?

Outside the door, Wan Jiansi stood guard, listening to the sounds coming from inside the room.

At first, there was a slight noise, and even a brief sound of something being thrown or hit.

Before long, the noise subsided, and the room returned to silence.

Wang Zhu stood at the top of the stairs, her face seemingly calm.

I was terribly panicked, always afraid that something bad was going to happen.

He glanced deeply at the third floor, then turned and quickly returned to his room.

The door was opened a crack from the inside.

Su Xinghe poked his head out: "Uncle, come in."

As soon as Wan Jiansi entered, Su Xinghe immediately slammed the door shut and locked it with a click.

Wan Jiansi walked to the bedside, leaned down to take a closer look, and saw that the old man's eyelashes were trembling slightly.

His lips moved slightly, and a bit of color returned to his previously deathly pale face: "Awake?"

Wen Qi leaned against the window, looking rather roguish: "We need to slow down a bit. It'll be about right when the first light of dawn appears."

Wan Jiansi's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for many days, finally settled down: "Thank you, Miss Wen. If the old master can wake up, the Su family will definitely repay you handsomely."

"We'll talk about repaying the debt after this is all over."

Wan Jiansi frowned, still disbelieving in ghosts and superstitions deep down: "Miss Wen, do evil spirits really exist in this world?"

Wen Qi hates being asked all sorts of questions: "Do you believe that there really is someone in this world who can slap you across the face?"