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Hong Mei could hardly bear to see Jin Lingling suffer.

Every night, she heard the painful, suppressed sounds of Jin Lingling being tormented by Li Chengzhi, and Hong Mei felt as though her heart would bleed.

If it were only for a day or two, then perhaps it would be bearable, but it had been two whole months now.

Every day, Jin Lingling would not wake until the sun was high in the sky, and Hong Mei worried that one morning she would find her young mistress dead in her bed, never to awaken again.

Jin Lingling saw Hong Mei’s concern, took her hand, and squeezed out a weak smile, "Hong Mei, don’t worry. Before the person who killed my son is brought to justice, I’m not going to die so easily."

"Miss, what nonsense are you talking about!" Hong Mei quickly covered Jin Lingling’s mouth and spat several times before she stopped.

Despite her weakness, Jin Lingling smiled faintly, "That medicine is really powerful, these days I’ve been tortured so badly that I can hardly get out of bed, let alone him. His body must be in even worse condition."

While massaging Jin Lingling’s arms and legs, Hong Mei replied, "Isn’t that the truth?

He spends the nights with the miss, takes his medicine in the afternoon, and then goes to that Lin harlot.

Going back and forth like this every day, even someone made of iron couldn’t endure it!

It’s only because of the medicine that he thinks he’s unharmed, but in fact, he’s been hollowed out inside long ago. "

Jin Lingling’s pale lips curled slightly, "It’s good that he’s hollowed out. I’m just waiting for the day he collapses in Lin Siyu’s bed."

Hong Mei nodded and began to prepare the hot water for Jin Lingling’s bath.

That afternoon, as expected, Li Chengzhi hurried back to the mansion, sneaking into Lin Siyu’s courtyard. It wasn’t until dusk that he returned to Jin Lingling’s courtyard, his legs weak and unsteady.

Jin Lingling had already been waiting with a smiling face, the chicken soup laced with "ingredients" was also ready...

During these days when Lin Yuan was recuperating in the Lin family hollow, Xia Zheng never left her side, so the business of Fuman Building was naturally thrown back to Lao Fan to manage.

However, Lao Fan was also not someone who could sit still; he would run out every other day.

Just as he was about to leave one day, he suddenly saw a familiar face arriving at Fuman Building.

Even though many years had passed since he last saw them, Lao Fan recognized the old man with the clean-shaven, pale face at first glance.

"Not good!" Lao Fan muttered to himself, quickly scurrying back into the second-floor elegant room, and shut the doors and windows tightly.

"Hey, boss, what’s going on?" Seeing Lao Fan’s actions, reminiscent of fleeing from disaster, Shopkeeper Liu quickly came out to greet him. Before he could ask, he saw a small gap in the door upstairs, revealing just Lao Fan’s mouth: "Don’t say I’m here!"

Shopkeeper Liu was bewildered by his actions, but he understood what was happening after hearing what the newly arrived young guest said.

"Shopkeeper, is your boss here?" A clear, youthful voice rang out, carrying an air of energy.

Shopkeeper Liu followed the voice and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy enter the door, surrounded by a group of guards. The child had a rosy face and white teeth, with an air of nobility that was evident, even at a young age, which gave others an inexplicable sense of his distinguished status.

Two people who accompanied the child gave Shopkeeper Liu a peculiar feeling—one was just over a decade old, with eyes that constantly moved about, extremely agile.

The other was much older, but the odd thing was that he had no beard and had a pale, well-maintained complexion, which was clearly well-kept.

Shopkeeper Liu couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable, an old man nearly his age actually powdered his face. The more he looked, the more it troubled him.

Seeing that Shopkeeper Liu didn’t respond, the older man furrowed his brows, "Shopkeeper, my young master is asking you a question; didn’t you hear him?"

Without speaking, Shopkeeper Liu felt even more discomfort—the man’s voice was sharp and squeaky, neither masculine nor feminine, which made him unbearable to look directly at!

Suppressing his discomfort, Shopkeeper Liu bowed to the young master and said, "Young master, to be honest, our boss is not here, but if you have any orders, please feel free to command."

"Not here?" A hint of disappointment flashed across the young master’s innocent face, but he still asked persistently, "Don’t you have three owners? None of them are here? Not even Xia Da, *cough* Young Master Xia?"

Could it be that this young master knew the Young Master? Shopkeeper Liu’s thoughts whirled, and he instinctively glanced up at the room where Lao Fan was, catching sight of Lao Fan shaking his hand.

Shopkeeper Liu subtly shrugged his shoulders and smiled apologetically, "The Young Master is also not here."