After shooing everyone out, Yu Jianing began to carefully apply the medicine.

The medicine was very cold, but after applying it for a while, it became very hot.

It's probably the same style as the one she wore on her knees.

Just as she finished dealing with everything and was about to put the medicine back on the bedside table, she suddenly experienced an uncontrollable feeling of being detached from her body.

"Smack..."

The liniment for bruises and sprains rolled onto the ground, with some yellowish liquid spilled onto the stall.

Xiao Ning leaned forward, holding onto the cabinet.

The jelly ball was biting her clothes from behind to prevent her from falling face-first off the bed.

"Little... Ning..." the system slurred as it pulled her backward, and Yu Jianing gasped for breath as she fell onto the bed.

For a fleeting moment, she felt as if her body was out of her control, like a puppet with its strings cut...

This is probably what Identity V is talking about...

The world is rejecting her...

"Little Ning..." Jelly Ball gently rubbed against her neck, looking at her weak appearance, and finally put the glasses that Senior Two-Dimensional Foil had given it on Yu Jianing.

"System..."

Xiao Ning turned around and touched its head. The feeling of being detached gradually disappeared, as if it had never existed.

But she knew this was just a temporary delay...

"Xiao Ning, are you done applying the medicine? Come out and eat when you're done."

The young heiress's voice called from outside the door.

"Okay, I understand."

After resting for a while, Yu Jianing slowly got out of bed.

I changed into a shirt using the "Goddess Wardrobe" app, wrapped myself up tightly, and went outside.

...

Xia You left early because she had to return to the production crew. Bai Puti heard some noises inside the house and stayed at the door.

When Xiao Ning came out, I almost instinctively wanted to pick her up.

"Stop hugging me, I can't handle this anymore..."

She spoke with a smile, her face pale and sickly, looking as weak as if she hadn't slept for days.

When they came out of the bathroom, they were completely different people.

Tizi paused for a moment, but still took her arm and walked towards the dining table.

only…

Her hands are so cold?

Before she could think it through, the two of them had already arrived at the dining table.

Song Xitong thoughtfully put a soft cushion under her chair, since she had fallen and hurt her tailbone, and sitting down might hurt.

"Thank you..." The sleazy woman slowly sat down, looking at the rich girl and saying it casually.

But there was an indescribable seriousness hidden in his eyes.

"It's...it's nothing..."

The young rich woman opened her mouth and used serving chopsticks to put some food on her plate. She had a feeling that the former was acting strangely today.

After the small talk, Chenxing began to eat normally.

They chatted casually, and even the air seemed lighter with their laughter.

Yu Jianing ate very little, but she didn't leave the table early; she just quietly watched them.

At the same time, I secretly made a decision in my heart...

"By the way, little rich lady, I'd like to see your newly renovated house."

After the meal, Xiao Ning mentioned it to Xi Tong.

"Hmm? Let's wait until next month. There's no furniture in there right now. The paint was just applied, and the room needs to be aired out..."

"It's okay, I want to go take a look today."

"Uh..." Xi Tong subtly tightened her chopsticks, looking into the other person's eyes, which felt very familiar.

It seems like when they were out on the street during the talent show, Xiao Ning saw that leopard print phone case and gave it that same look?

A heartfelt longing...

"Hmm... okay... I'll make the contact."

...

The house viewing was scheduled for the afternoon, but she was worried about Jia Ning's health, so she asked her family to check on her first in the morning.

The group is now on their way to the airport; An Wanhe's mother has returned.

"Actually, you really don't need to... I can just go pick it up myself..."

The young artist stammered as Shen Fuyao, standing a seat away, patted her hand:

"It's alright. We were just curious to see what kind of mother could give birth to such an outstanding child like you."

After the culprit who harmed Manman was caught, Fuyao and Moyan took some time to visit the police station.

After coming back, the former... uh... couldn't be as assertive anymore, and instead started to take a gentler approach?

It's still a little bit... but it's much better now...

An Wanhe lowered her head and didn't speak. Xiao Ning noticed that she was in a low mood.

He patted her hand and continued to close his eyes, leaning against the car window.

She's feeling a bit carsick right now.

Today is a normal workday, and the roads to the airport are a bit congested.

When we arrived at our spot, Aunt An had already been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Xiao He, over here!"

When Anma saw Chenxing getting off the bus, she waved to them, and the impatience on her face lessened considerably.

Until she saw Xi Tong and Bodhi intimately helping Yu Jianing to dry heave by the trash can.

The entertainment industry is indeed quite dirty...

She has gotten to know her daughter over the years, including when she participated in a talent show to debut.

Among the members of Morning Star, the one she disliked the most was Yu Jianing, feeling that she was too provocative.

In addition, individual trainees don't have a company to back them up, which is why the "little lemon spirit" fan group was just established at that time.

Rumors about her chaotic private life are flying everywhere, claiming she was either kept by a sugar daddy or a mistress who broke up other people's families.

Therefore, An's mother harbored deep-seated disgust and aversion towards Yu Jianing.

"mom…"

An Wanhe walked up to her, and An's mother also snapped out of her thoughts. She gently patted her daughter's head and said softly, "Xiaohe, did you miss your mother?"

think?

How could she not want to? She dreams about it all the time!

But would she dare to even think about it?

Seeing that the young artist remained silent, An's mother's expression shifted, but she quickly concealed her emotions and hugged her tightly.

"Mom has thought of you all these years... and has never forgotten you..."

"I remember how you would burrow into your mother's arms on rainy days when you were afraid of thunder... I remember..."

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