o persuade him, he won't listen.If this continues, my body definitely won't be able to handle it.So he called Mu Xing Xiaobao, hoping she could come and persuade the young master, but it seemed Mu Xin...Mu Xing glanced at the man with a dark gaze, softly hummed in response, then thought of Old Master Ye and hurriedly said, "Uncle, can you help me contact Ye Feibai's grandfather I promised to give him a reply three days ago, but I've been delayed for several days."

Fu Lingxiao lowered his head, his dusty black eyes seemed to be gazing at her, his voice slow and steady: "No rush, wait until your body recovers before we talk."

"I'm fine now, Uncle, can you help me contact him"

Mr. Ye's health can't wait any longer.

She also needs to help her little uncle with his eyes. In the limited time she has, she wants to finish everything she wants to do as soon as possible.

Fu Lingxiao keenly sensed the girl's urgency. He wanted to follow her wishes, but he was also worried about her body.

For a moment, he reached out and gently pinched her delicate cheek, his tone laced with reluctant concession. “I’ll get in touch for you tomorrow. Get some rest today.”

Mu Xing knew that her uncle was already making concessions, and obediently agreed, "En."

- 11:00 PM.

Zhao Jin carried a large bag of files to the hospital, looking exhausted.

Recently, the boss has been ignoring group affairs. Things have gotten to the point where he doesn't even process documents that are sent to him.

He could still manage group affairs, but for documents that required the boss's personal signature, he was helpless. Without his signature, many subsequent tasks couldn't proceed.

So, he went to the hospital every night after finishing his shift, hoping against hope that maybe one day his boss's mood would improve.

Zhao Jin stood at the door of the ward, carefully knocking.

From the previously silent ward, a low voice echoed: "Enter!"

The boss finally paid attention!

Zhao Jin was so excited that he immediately pushed the door open.

A man in a black suit leaned against the hospital bed, holding a petite girl close to him intimately. His big hand held her slender finger and played with it.

That gaunt face was aloof and cold, his eyes were calm and placid, yet there was a hint of tenderness between his brows.

The ward was no longer as cold and biting as it had been a few days ago.

Zhao Jin even felt like someone was slapping cold dog food on his face. He lowered his eyes respectfully and said, "Mr. Fu, there are some documents that need your signature. I'll read them to you, and you just sign."

The man refused: "No, leave it here, come and get it tomorrow morning."

Zhao Jin quietly glanced at his eyes, "Yes."

He took the file out of the bag, placed it on the mobile dining table, and retreated to the bedside, "President Fu, I've put it on the dining table."

Fu Lingxiao gave a faint "en" and then instructed, "Find out where Ye Lao is now and contact him, saying we'll visit tomorrow."

"Alright, I'll head out first then."

Zhao Jin exited the monitoring room and called the Information Department.

In the ward, Fu Lingxiao raised his hand and gently pinched Mu Xing's chin, lifting it up. His misty eyes stared at her, his thin lips slightly curled, "Baby, will you read me the contents of the document"

"Okay."

Mu Xing wanted to sit up straight and earnestly help her little uncle with work.

But he held her tightly in his powerful arms, "Just lean on me."

Mu Xing didn't struggle anymore, reaching out to the table beside the bed and taking a document. She opened it and read it word for word.

Those tedious words, coming from the little girl's mouth, were as if coated with a layer of honey by her soft and sweet voice, sounding exceptionally pleasant.

Fu Lingxiao listened very carefully and waited until Mu Xing finished reading. Then he took out the pen that never left his side, signed in the place where Mu Xing instructed him.

After signing a document, he reached for the water cup on his bedside table and gave Mu Xing a few sips. He then continued with the next document.

She was busy until three in the morning. The little girl was sleepy and her voice got quieter and quieter until it became mumbling.

Fu Lingxiao supported her head, which had tilted down, and pressed it against his chest. He took the documents from her hand. “You worked hard, sweetheart. We’ll stop here for today. Let's go to sleep.”

Mu Xing was truly tired of reading. She nodded and leaned against the man's chest, falling asleep directly.

Looking at the sleeping little girl, Fu Lingxiao's hollow eyes condensed a deep light. He lowered his head and gently kissed her brow, then placed her gently on the bed.

I picked up the file again and scanned it line by line.

When all those files were finally processed, the sky outside was just beginning to lighten. Fu Lingxiao's eyes were already stinging with pain, like needles pricking them, and his vision was gradually becoming blurry.

He had grown accustomed to such sudden and repetitive occurrences. With a calm demeanor, he packed the files into a bag, handed it over to his bodyguard, and returned to their room. He lay beside Mu Xing, extending an arm under her neck, pulling her close, pressing his cheek against her hair, closing his eyes to rest.

- Morning.

Shen Qiong rode her motorcycle, speeding towards the hospital.

After she left the hospital that day, she never went to see Little Star again. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but her unlucky older brother said that Little Star was still in a coma and Iceberg Fu Ge (Big Brother) was in a bad mood and wouldn't let her go and cause trouble.

She didn't have to go to school for the time being, so she patiently stayed at home.

She received a message from her kind elder brother, Little Star had woken up. Brother Fu, the Iceberg, should be in a better mood now, and she could finally go see Little Star!

As the motorcycle drove into a secluded road, Shen Qiong suddenly realized that a black sedan was following her. Judging by its manner, it seemed to be tailing her

She slammed on the gas, glancing in the rearview mirror, the black sedan was speeding up too.

Sure enough, it was coming for her!

Want to catch up with her Dream on!

Shen Qiong pressed down on the gas pedal, and the car behind her sped up relentlessly in pursuit.

That posture, it looked like it was going to ram into her.

Shen Qiong narrowed her eyes and twisted the throttle to the maximum.

The motorcycle darted across the road like a phantom, sending a swirl of withered leaves flying.

Shen Qiong's driving skills were excellent, and coupled with the powerful engine of her motorcycle, she quickly lapped the cars behind her. However, she did not dare to relax, arriving at the hospital at top speed.

Until she ran into Shen Lu's ward, she finally let out a long sigh.

Shen Lue saw her face full of panic and asked in doubt, "Early in the morning, being chased by a ghost"

"On my way here, a car was following me, trying to hit me."

Shen Qiong was a little scared. If she hadn't discovered it in time, the car would have hit her, and she probably wouldn't even know how she died.

Hearing this, Shen Lue's brows furrowed suddenly, "Did you see the license plate"

Shen Qiong: "A black sedan, no license plates."

"Which section of road I'll check the surveillance."

"The Northern Road of Azure Clouds."

Shen Lue opened his laptop and quickly typed on the keyboard, accessing the road surveillance system. He checked from Cangyun North Road all the way back, and surprisingly, he found that the black car had lingered outside the villa area for a long time.

It was clearly premeditated.

It's a pity that tracing back further leads nowhere.

Shen Yue looked at Shen Qiong, "Have you offended anyone recently"

Shen Qing shook her head. "No, I stay at home every day. Who could I possibly offend"

Lan Hua has already been caught, who else would want to kill Xiao Qiao

Shen Lue's handsome face darkened, biting his nails as he fell into deep thought... I could have realized it wasn't a hallucination, we wouldn't have wasted a year."This time last year, he wasn't terminally ill.He wouldn't resist her, wouldn't push her away, wouldn't waste time in s...