"Don't worry, she just has a very high fever and her throat is speechless. It's caused by tonsil inflammation and internal heat. Once the high fever comes down, she can be cured. Remember not to eat hard food, don't talk, and drink more in the past few days.

Hot water…”

Jing Jiaren lay on the pillow and felt much better when she heard that she was no longer mute.

The servant brought some millet porridge for her to eat. It was her favorite flavor... abalone porridge.

The abalone is chopped very finely, waxy and fragrant.

Jing Jiaren was hungry and ate a big bowl.

Aunt Pan was very happy when she saw it: "I usually have to persuade you for a long time before you reluctantly eat. Today, you have a good appetite. The young master must be happy when he comes back."

Master...

Jing Jiaren opened her mouth and asked, "Who is the young master?"

Aunt Pan was arranging the dishes and chopsticks out of sight.

Jing Jiaren wanted to be pissed to death, and kept shouting: "I want paper and pen, give me paper and pen!"

I wanted to find paper and pen by myself, but every time I was pushed back by the servant before I even got out of bed.

She struggled fiercely, and finally the servant simply tied her body up.

"Miss Jiaren, you are so ill and you still want to play in the yard. If the young master comes back and sees you, he will be furious."

"..."

"Just rest in bed and recuperate. If anything happens, just call me."

Jing Jiaren's lips trembled.

It's a joke, she can't say anything, how can she call someone else!?

"I just called the young master to tell him that you were awake, and he would be right back."

squeak.

The door was pushed open at the right time, and Leng Lintian, who had just come back, was still carrying the moisture from outside, leaving footprints on the wooden floor with his feet.

Jing Jiaren stared at him with wide eyes, her throat rolled violently, and she whined.

Leng Lintian, it was indeed him, not her imagination.

Leng Lintian took off his coat and handed it to the servant, then walked to the bed and pulled out a chair.

Aunt Pan reported: "Master, I told you on the phone that Miss Jiaren has a high fever, tonsil inflammation, and can't speak."

"Yes." Leng Lintian's eyes fell on Jing Jiaren's fiercely struggling body, "Don't move."

"Master, I also told you that Miss Jiaren was not in a good mood and kept wanting to go to the ground... As a last resort, I tied her up. You said you could control her emotions first..."

Leng Lintian responded and reached out to smooth Jing Jiaren's hair.

Her face is very pale, but her eyes are very determined, revealing a touch of stubbornness...

This expression looks very much like Jing Jiaren.

Leng Lintian's fingers almost froze, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She really looks more and more like Jing Jiaren, more like her every day...

[Let me go!] Jing Jiaren struggled fiercely, her throat hurt, and a mouthful of dried blood coughed into her mouth.

Leng Lintian quickly took out a towel and put it in front of her lips, asking her to cough it out.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Be honest, and I will untie you immediately. Huh?" Leng Lintian looked at her with distressed eyes, and his breath was so close that it hit her face.

Jing Jiaren was slightly stunned when she smelled the aura emanating from him...

It was a feeling I hadn’t seen in a long time. I was sad and angry when I saw him!

Didn't he agree to let her go? Why did he take advantage of the chaos and take her back again?

Why is there a picture of her in this room and everything is decorated according to her preferences? Why does the servant call her "Miss Beauty"?

Obviously, Leng Lintian arranged all this and was waiting to catch her back.
Chapter completed!