"Oh, really?"

After talking with Huo Junyang, Lin Zhaojiang became even more curious about the young master of the He family.

When he's not having an episode, he's a normal person. But when he does have an episode, just like Xiao Liran described—he can turn the whole office upside down.

Has anyone noticed what causes his illness?

The young master's illness is serious, don't the two elders of the He family care?

And his sister...

Huo Junyang just mentioned that every time he has an attack, his sister brings a doctor to the scene promptly.

Lin Zhaojiang paused for a moment, then unconsciously pursed his lips.

"Uncle Lin?" Huo Junyang called him several times before he came back to his senses.

"Uncle Lin, is there anything else?"

"That's all," Lin Zhaojiang said in a low voice. "Please give my regards to your parents, and... I hope to see you in Yun City soon."

"Haha, you mean the illustration?" Huo Junyang shrugged. "My skill level is probably no match for Young Master He's!"

"Your skills are quite good too," Lin Zhaojiang chuckled. "Besides, anything is possible with effort. I have a feeling we'll meet in Yun City!"

*

The He family.

The room was spacious and comfortable, yet it exuded a chilly atmosphere. Even when the sun shone through the window, it failed to bring any warmth to the room. The sunlight spread across the floor, appearing pale, like white paint on a canvas.

He Nianhui sat against the wall, one leg curled up and the other stretched out, a nonchalant smirk playing on his lips. Hearing the door open, his gaze flickered, but he didn't look in that direction.

He Yining walked in, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor sounding slightly cold in the large room.

"Xiao Hui." She squatted down in front of him, with the loving expression of an older sister looking at her younger brother. "It's time to take your medicine."

He Nianhui glanced at her, smiled coldly, and suddenly raised his hand to knock the medicine over!

He Yining seemed used to it, stood up and looked at him, a mocking smile curving her lips.

"Xiao Hui, it's no use," she said softly. "Now the He family is under my control, and Dad will soon be retiring. And in everyone's eyes... you're just a patient!"

He Nianhui raised her eyes, her gaze sharp. "You know best whether I'm sick or not."

He Yining smiled, "That's hard to say."

He Nianhui suddenly stood up, the movement so forceful that he almost overturned the cabinet next to him. His eyes were fierce as he stared intently at the veins bulging on the back of He Yining's clenched fist.

Several doctors came prepared, like hyenas waiting for their chance, ready to step forward and pin him down.

He Yining's gaze held a deeper meaning. "Xiao Hui, I'm doing this all for your own good. What good will it do you to go against your sister? We're family!"

She bent down, gently raising the corners of her mouth as if teasing a pet, "As long as you don't make a fuss and cooperate with me, we can still be as happy as before. I promise you, your illness will gradually get better."

"roll!"

He Nianhui roared, gritting his teeth, "Who said we're family? You pervert, lunatic, slut!"

He wanted to say even harsher things, but his mind went blank whenever they started arguing.

"Perverted" was the most extreme word he could think of.

He actually envied those thugs and petty hooligans. He thought that when those people faced their enemies, their mouths must be very dirty, and they must be able to curse them out very satisfyingly.

It's a real shame, though, that none of the education he received from childhood taught him how to swear.

He was not taught how to guard against his closest relatives.

He Yining smiled, turned and left, leaving the doctor to clean up the mess.

As always, He Nianhui struggled desperately, exhausting all his strength, but was tied up and pressed down on the hospital bed by those people, who injected him with sedatives. Before long, his eyelids became heavy and his mind became unclear.

In his half-awake state, certain scenes from the past would always surface in his mind.

For some reason, his relationship with his sister has never been very good since childhood. Perhaps it's due to his outwardly warm but inwardly cold nature; he appears warm and friendly to everyone, but no one can easily enter his world.

His art style did indeed go to two extremes, and he even doubted whether he really had schizophrenia, and even went to see a doctor because of it. Little did he expect that this action would become a handle in He Yining's hands…

He Yining bribed the doctor to issue a certificate stating that he had a mental illness, successfully removing him from the list of He family heirs.

He Nianhui's head was throbbing with pain, his vision was fragmented, and some memories were already blurry. After so many sedatives, he seemed to have developed a resistance; the effects of the drugs were becoming more and more prolonged, and each time he suffered more and more.

"sister……"

He curled up in a ball on the bed, pulling hard at his hair, crying, "Help me, help me..."

"Devil!" he suddenly roared again, "You are a devil—"

*

Lin Zhaojiang stood downstairs at Song Wan's house, carefully examining the neighborhood.

The environment is nice, the property management is good, and the location of the community is not remote, only a ten-minute walk from the publishing company, which is very convenient. I heard that she bought it with her own royalties, and she has finally earned a place in this city through her own efforts, even if it is just a small single apartment.

He smiled, but then felt a pang of disappointment. His little rabbit had adapted to the law of the jungle, developed its own way of survival, and no longer needed his protection.

So, is he useless now?

Just then, Song Wan came downstairs and looked up at him, slightly startled.

"you……"

She looked unwell, wearing only a thin sweater, and appeared thin and pale.

Lin Zhaojiang picked her up from Xiao Liran in the morning, dropped her off downstairs, and then rushed back to Zhonglin Group to handle work. He didn't even go upstairs to sit for a while.

Seeing her like this, Lin Zhaojiang hurriedly went over and took off his coat to cover her.

Why didn't you wear more clothes?

"I was feeling really bored at home, so I wanted to go out for a walk. I didn't plan to go very far, but..."

"Although it's spring, it can still get a bit chilly after sunset, so you need to take care of yourself!"

Song Wan looked at him and smiled gently.

She used to say these things to him often. It was also she who would often drape a coat over him and, like a devoted wife, remind him to drink less and stay up less late...

Now the roles are reversed, and he's starting to chase after her.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Zhaojiang raised an eyebrow.

Song Wan didn't speak, but she moved closer to him. The afterglow of the evening stretched their shadows long, and on that path, their shadows seemed to stretch to the end of eternity.

"By the way, there's something I'd like to discuss with you," Lin Zhaojiang said in a low voice. "How about we get the illustrations for your book done by someone we know? What do you think?"

"What?" Song Wan was taken aback. "You mean Huo Junyang?"

“Is there anyone more suitable than him?” Lin Zhaojiang smiled. “He has painting skills, works to his name, and is someone we know very well.”

“But…” Song Wan paused for a moment, then truthfully expressed her thoughts, “Zhao Jiang, I prefer He Nianhui’s paintings.”