"The Tang family has developed well in recent years. Tang Youde was a soldier in his early years and suffered hardships. He is a very upright person. Otherwise, he would not have always remembered the kindness of the Yang family and wanted Miss Tang to fulfill the marriage contract." Shen Yi smiled. "Moreover, he has been committed to public welfare in recent years and has a very good reputation."

Le Yao nodded. It was similar to what she had thought. Moreover, knowing that the Tang family had a good family tradition, she could feel at ease befriending Tang Weiwei.

In the evening, Le Yao and Tao Qing arrived at the hospital carrying insulated food containers.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Fu Yun Shen, and Le Yao's heart jumped: "Second Young Master, is Nangong Jue in danger again?"

"Don't worry, she's awake. She's been moved to a regular sterile ward. You can go in to visit her now." Fu Yun Shen smiled and then reached out his hand. "Such a heavy box, a man should carry it."

Le Yao laughed in exasperation: "The one in that box is for you, this one is soup for Nangong Jue."

Nangong Jue was indeed awake, but because he was injured in the back, he had to lie face down.

Fortunately, there was a hole in the bed, so lying there wouldn't feel stuffy.

After completing the disinfection procedures and changing into a sterile hospital gown, Le Yao entered the ward.

Nangong Jue heard footsteps and assumed it was a nurse, so he didn't move. But when he felt the person approach the bedside, he realized they hadn't changed his IV drip or taken his temperature. He quickly looked up and his eyes lit up: "Alan."

"How are you feeling?" Le Yao glanced at the man who was wrapped up like a mummy, her feelings incredibly complicated.

"I'm fine." Nangong Jue immediately flashed a bright white smile. "Don't worry, I'm tough as nails..."

"It's good that you're alright." Le Yao smiled and opened the insulated box in her hand. "The second young master said you can't eat anything yet, only drink some soup, so I made pigeon soup..."

"I can smell the fragrance."

Le Yao raised the hospital bed, inserted a straw into the soup, then squatted down and stuffed the straw into Nangong Jue's mouth through the hole under the bed.

Nangong Jue gulped down half a bowl, then sighed, "Delicious." He then opened his mouth again.

Le Yao refused, saying, "You can't drink too much."

Nangong Jue could only smack his lips, but he didn't make any further demands.

"I'll cook you something delicious when you get better." Le Yao packed up the insulated food container.

“Okay.” Nangong Jue immediately smiled like a child.

As she came out of the ward, she saw Cui Li and Zhu Dekun being stopped by bodyguards outside the corridor. As soon as she saw Le Yao, Cui Li shouted, "Han Binglan!"

"No noise!" A nurse suddenly stepped out and shouted, "This is a hospital, not a market. If you want to shout, go outside."

Cui Li was immediately speechless and blushed, but she quickly lowered her voice and said, "I'm sorry, I did see my niece."

Le Yao felt it wouldn't be right not to go over, so she walked over and said, "Mr. Zhu, Mrs. Zhu, it's really unbecoming of you to be shouting like this."

"I am your aunt."

"Heh, when you twice tried to forcibly remove my kidneys, I had nothing to do with your Cui family anymore. Auntie? Do you even deserve to be my aunt?"

"You..." Cui Li was about to explode again, but Zhu Dekun stopped her.

“Alan, Jiaojiao was in the wrong this time, but she’s still young. What do you think, can we negotiate? We’ll accept any compensation.”