Soon, the housekeeper came hurriedly with the shift schedule, "Master, it was Zhang Cui who was on duty yesterday, but she suddenly asked for leave to go back to her hometown at 7 o'clock last night."

Shi Zhengyang sneered: "Going back to your hometown?"

He picked up the pen on the table and tapped it twice, and immediately a secret guard pushed the door open and came in.

"Three things. First, check all of Zhang Cui's communication records; second, find out who she's been in contact with recently; third..."

The pen broke with a snap.

"I want to see someone before dark."

Zhuo Lin's heart tightened and he immediately took his men out.

Dare to attack the Shi family?

Then let these people know what it means to be unable to escape even if you have wings.

…

Here, Shi Heng carried Gu Youran back to the bedroom.

He carefully placed her on the bed, pulled the quilt over her and covered her carefully, even tucking in the corners.

Gu Youran closed his eyes, his face was pale, and his breathing was shallow, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Shi Heng was sitting on the single sofa beside the bed, his right hand clenched into a fist, blood seeping from his knuckles, but he was completely unaware and just looked at her quietly.

Time flows in silence.

"Your hand needs bandaging."

Shi Zhengyang was standing at the door at some point, holding a medicine box in his hand.

Shi Heng didn't even raise his head, "No need."

"She'll be worried when she wakes up and sees this."

These words finally made Shi Heng move.

He looked down at his bloody right hand, and then he remembered the punch he had just thrown out of control at the wall.

Shi Zhengyang walked over and opened the medicine box with quick movements.

Shi Heng subconsciously tried to pull his hand back, but his father grabbed his wrist.

"Don't move."

The moment the sterile cotton was pressed against the wound, Shi Heng's muscles tensed, but he didn't make a single sound.

Shi Zhengyang skillfully cleaned the wound and wrapped it with gauze.

Neither the father nor the son spoke again.

After bandaging the wound, Shi Zhengyang packed up the medicine box and glanced at the person on the bed before leaving. "She'll be fine."

The door closed gently.

The sky outside the window gradually turned pale, and finally the sunlight shone through the gauze curtains.

Shi Heng's posture hardly changed, except that he would occasionally touch Gu Youran's forehead gently with his hand, and when she turned over unconsciously, he would carefully tidy up the corner of the quilt that had slipped off for her.

During this period, Shi Zhengyang came quietly once and saw his son's sculpture-like figure through the crack in the door.

His gaze lingered on Shi Heng's bandaged hand for a moment, and finally he just gestured to the bodyguards at the door to strengthen the guards, and then hurried away, with an unshakable solemnity between his brows.

It was not until five o'clock in the afternoon that Gu Youran slowly opened his eyes.

Her vision was still a little blurry, but it immediately fell on Shi Heng's right hand wrapped in gauze.

"What's wrong..." The voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Shi Heng immediately held her hand and said, "It's okay, it was an accident. How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

He looked at her face carefully. It looked better than before, but still pale.

Gu Youran forced a smile to reassure him, "I just felt a little tired. I feel much better after a good night's sleep."

She moved her body and tried to sit up.

"Don't move." Shi Heng held her shoulders, "Lie down, you need to rest."

He stood up and said, "Are you hungry? Aunt Wang made some bird's nest porridge and has been warming it up. I'll go get it."

Gu Youran was indeed hungry, so she nodded and said, "Okay."

Shi Heng quickly came back with a bowl filled with crystal clear bird's nest porridge.

He sat on the edge of the bed, carefully helped Gu Youran up, and placed a pillow behind her.

"Come on, go slowly." Shi Heng scooped up a spoonful, blew on it and brought it to her lips.

Gu Youran opened her mouth obediently, and the warm porridge slid into her mouth, but she frowned slightly.

Shi Heng immediately stopped the spoon and asked, "What's wrong? Is it hot?"

He tasted the porridge on the edge of the spoon and said, "The temperature is just right."

"It's okay, it's just... it doesn't have sugar, so the taste is a little bland."

Shi Heng's hand holding the bowl froze.

There are two spoonfuls of sugar in this bowl of porridge.

He took back the spoon as if nothing had happened, "Then put more sugar next time."

He scooped up another spoonful and blew on it. "Two more bites? Aunt Wang has been cooking for three hours."

Gu Youran held the spoon obediently.

In fact, she couldn't taste anything, but she squinted her eyes and said, "Hmm, it's delicious."

Shi Heng stared at her slightly bulging cheeks and suddenly put the spoon into the bowl. "Wait, I forgot to add the osmanthus honey."

When he turned around, Gu Youran secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the kitchen, Shi Heng stared at the sugar jar, put his fist to his brow and took a deep breath.

When I came back, there were a few more drops of food coloring in the bowl.

"It smells even better with honey." He handed the golden porridge to her, "Smell it."

Gu Youran moved closer to the bowl, with the tip of her nose almost touching the porridge.

She couldn't smell anything at all, but still looked up in surprise, "What a strong scent of osmanthus!"

Shi Heng suddenly leaned over and hugged her, resting his chin on the top of her head.

The hug was so tight that the porridge in the bowl spilled out and splashed onto his sleeves.

"Ah Heng, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't move," his voice was muffled, "let me hold you for a while."

Gu Youran calmed down.

She couldn't see his bloodshot eyes, but she could feel his heart beating abnormally fast.

After a long time, Shi Heng finally released his arm.

Gu Youran sighed, "You should eat something. You've been guarding here since this morning, and you haven't even had a sip of water, right?"

Shi Heng subconsciously wanted to deny it, but when he looked up, he met her eyes.

Those eyes were so bright at this moment that he had nowhere to hide.

"I'm not hungry." He looked away and put the bowl of porridge on the bedside table. "You should rest more..."

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