What are you doing here?

Seeing An Xinrong's hostile expression, Lu Yan almost thought that An Xinrong had finally figured things out.

She casually picked up a watermelon and patted it: "Buying a watermelon? I want this one, wrap it up for me."

Are they really just here to buy melons?

After paying, Lu Yan picked up the watermelon and said, "I'm going home now. I'll wait for you there."

The way they're saying that makes it seem like they're a young married couple.

An Xinrong felt inexplicably simmering with anger. If the photographer hadn't been there, she would have immediately confronted Lu Yan.

Only after Lu Yan had walked away did An Xinrong turn around and glare at Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan, who was being glared at, was speechless. Why was he being looked at like that? Had he done something wrong?

An Xinrong, holding the lunchbox, raised her hand and said, "Here you go."

"Thank you." Zhuang Yan opened the lunchbox and saw two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup, all of which were his favorites.

"You sent a text message expressing your feelings to Lu Yan?"

"The director forbids this topic from being discussed."

She would listen to the director if she wanted, and not listen if she didn't. An Xinrong had her own set of rules, so she asked again, "Then why did you send me a text message last time?"

How did you know that was me?

"Only you would say such disgusting things..." An Xinrong felt awkward praising me.

"Why did you send me that lovey-dovey text? Do you know what that means? If the audience sees it, and what about Wanwan... I don't want her to misunderstand." An Xinrong sat on a small stool, her back to Zhuang Yan, her hands supporting her chin.

Zhuang Yan paused, then chose to tell the truth: "I'm sorry, I didn't think that much about it. I sent you the text message because I thought you wouldn't choose me. If you're worried about being misunderstood, I won't do it."

Upon learning the truth, An Xinrong's heart skipped a beat, and she turned around abruptly: "Just because I won't choose you, you sent me this text message? What if I..."

"What if?"

“It’s nothing.” An Xinrong stood up and looked down at Zhuang Yan. “I’m warning you, stay away from Lu Yan. She’s Xia Wan’s aunt. There’s no way there’s anything between you two. Don’t be fooled by how nice Lu Yan is to you. She’s just playing with you. What kind of men hasn’t a woman like her seen? I advise you to have some self-awareness.”

Zhuang Yan felt dizzy, had a tightness in his chest, and was sweating profusely. His hands, which were holding the lunchbox, were trembling.

He wasn't in the mood to listen to An Xinrong; he just found her annoying. "Who I'm with is none of your business."

"If you get together with Lu Yan, you'll be torn apart by netizens." Seeing that Zhuang Yan hadn't listened to her, An Xinrong said angrily, "The Xia family and the Lu family won't approve either. You'll be the one who loses face, and Wanwan will be unhappy too..."

Zhuang Yan said, "I did nothing but get criticized by the whole internet. Besides, I'm the one who lost face, why are you so concerned? Even Xia Wan doesn't care."

How could Xia Wan not care? If she really didn't care, she wouldn't have called to remind her.

An Xinrong was furious. She was only thinking of him, so why was he so ungrateful?

After that, everything An Xinrong said revolved around "Xia Wan," but Zhuang Yan couldn't hear a word of it. It felt like flies had flown into his ears, buzzing incessantly. He stood up, wanting to find another place to eat.

Unexpectedly, his legs went weak when he tried to stand up, and Zhuang Yan uncontrollably fell backward and squatted on the ground. In an instant, he felt short of breath, dizzy, and his vision blurred. The overwhelming darkness seemed to be swallowing up his consciousness.

His sudden fall startled An Xinrong: "Zhuang Yan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, why did you suddenly fall?"

Zhuang Yan touched his cold forehead and thought: It seems that An Xinrong is really frightened; her voice is trembling.

After sitting for a while, Zhuang Yan recovered and said breathlessly, "I have a bit of heatstroke and low blood sugar."

Upon hearing that Zhuang Yan had low blood sugar, An Xinrong quickly picked up a watermelon and smashed it on the ground, then picked up a piece from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat a couple of bites first."

An Xinrong helped him to a shady spot, took a bottle of mineral water, wet a towel and stuck it to his face, and then blew a small fan into his face.

"Are you feeling better?" Seeing Zhuang Yan's weak complexion, An Xinrong stood up. "Wait for me a moment. There's a pharmacy nearby. I'll be right back."

An Xinrong rushed off and then rushed back, carrying a pile of medicine in her hands.

After drinking the small bottle of glucose water, Zhuang Yan's limp limbs gradually regained strength, and his rapid breathing began to return to normal.

An Xinrong was still worried, so she made him drink some more saline solution and a small bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid.

Seeing that Zhuang Yan's pale face had improved, An Xinrong's tense nerves finally relaxed. Suddenly, she broke out in a sweat, not knowing whether it was from the heat or from being frightened.

“I also bought cooling patches. Take off your clothes and put them under your armpits.”

Zhuang Yan removed the tissue from her face: "No need, I'm fine now."

Zhuang Yan was plagued by illnesses in his previous life. There is a saying that some people are destined to get certain illnesses, which have little to do with their lifestyle habits.

Just like his stomach cancer indicates that his stomach function is not good, the same applies to other illnesses. Today's sudden heatstroke and low blood sugar also served as a wake-up call for him. If it weren't for An Xinrong, he would have been in danger.

It seems I need to be more careful in the future, after all, it's my own body.

"Thank you, I didn't expect you to know so much." An Xinrong's performance just now exceeded his previous impression of her. She was calm, organized, and relieved the heatstroke in the fastest way.

“When I used to do girl group tours, there were days when it was hotter than anyone else’s. I often encountered people with low blood sugar and heatstroke. For someone like you, it would be best to carry some sugar with you and eat on time every day.”

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