It's already autumn, but Ying Qian is still wearing summer short-sleeved shorts and silk pajamas.

When eating, it shivers when the wind blows.

Meng Beiyan went to his room to get a black coat and draped it over her shoulders. "I'm going to buy you some clothes today. It's late autumn now, and it's getting quite chilly."

Although she really wanted to buy clothes, she didn't want to trouble Meng Beiyan, so she said, "I already have clothes to wear! There's no need to buy any!"

Meng Beiyan knew what she was thinking, so he remained noncommittal and nodded as if to agree.

The bright sunlight outside fell on my cheeks.

Meng Beiyan seemed to be able to see the fine downy hairs on Ying Qian's face, and the blemishes on her face were gradually magnified, such as acne scars and closed comedones.

She's just like any ordinary high school girl.

Yes, he's already in his second year of high school. Meng Beiyan thought about it and it felt like a lifetime ago.

Ying Qian blinked and asked seriously, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Meng Beiyan shook his head. "No."

"Then why are you staring at me like that? It's making me feel uneasy..."

"Look how much my little sister has grown up."

“Who doesn’t grow up? Only the dead don’t grow up,” she said.

After finishing breakfast, she suddenly remembered, "Brother, how is Sister Xuhe?" She couldn't forget the way Meng Xuhe cried until she was almost suffocating, and just thinking about it made her heart ache.

Upon hearing that name he now disliked, Meng Beiyan frowned and said indifferently, "It's nothing."

"Can I go see her?"

Meng Beiyan opened his lips as if to refuse, but seeing her bright and sincere eyes, he inexplicably hummed in agreement.

She was overjoyed and rushed to the kitchen with the plate in her hand.

Meng Beiyan lowered his gaze helplessly, watching her retreating figure, and chuckled inwardly, muttering, "Little vixen..."

The higher-ups gave Meng Beiyan a few days off, hoping he could rest for a while.

He obeyed orders, did not turn on the computer to work, and did not look at those troubling things. He spent the whole morning reading in the study. Occasionally, when Ying Qian came over, he would look away and talk to her.

He wanted to know how Ying Qian was doing at school.

But seeing her furrowed brows, it seemed there was something she didn't want to talk about. Meng Beiyan didn't press her, asked her what color she liked, and then there was no further communication.

I went to the provincial hospital in the afternoon.

Ying Qian had been hospitalized here when she was sick, and seeing a few familiar nurses made her a little nervous.

The nurse said it was her turn to rotate into the orthopedics department. She asked about Ying Qian's physical condition, and Ying Qian answered truthfully that she was indeed recovering well.

"And who is this?" the nurse asked, her eyes shining.

Ying Qian glanced at Meng Beiyan, and fearing the nurse might misunderstand, replied, "He is my brother."

When she was called "brother," she always felt a little guilty.

Meng Beiyan nodded, listened to their brief greetings, and then led Ying Qian into the ward.

Meng Xuhe was not staying in a private ward. There were three people in the ward, separated by a curtain. Fortunately, Meng Xuhe was the first person to stay in the room when he entered.

Her right leg was in a cast and was suspended in a sling.

Turning his head and seeing the person who came, he was at a loss. Meng Beiyan did not tell Tang Yawen.

Ying Qian wanted to know many things.

However, with Meng Beiyan there, she was forced to restrain herself as she was about to pounce on him.

Meng Beiyan's gaze darkened, and he consciously left the ward.

He didn't care what the little girls were talking about, and he wasn't the type to eavesdrop, so he went to the stairwell to smoke.

"Sister Xuhe, don't be too upset..." she comforted.

Meng Xuhe gave a soft "hmm" and asked about Lu Ziran's situation. She knew that Ying Qian would definitely not abandon Lu Ziran.

“You don’t need to worry about him. We took him to the hospital last night, and his housekeeper came to take care of him. He should be home by now. You should be the one worrying.”

As she spoke, she peeled an orange and fed a segment to Meng Xuhe.

"Were you brought directly to the hospital by your brother last night?" she asked curiously.

Meng Xuhe nodded, "Actually, I told my mom yesterday, but it was too noisy there, so I didn't see the message. She told my brother that I went out to play, and then that scene happened..."

“When we got back to the hospital last night, my mom’s eyes were swollen from crying…” she said, her voice gradually fading.

Ying Qian took her hand and asked, "Didn't Aunt Tang go to my brother's house yesterday?"

Meng Xuhe was puzzled as to why she would ask this question, and shook his head and said, "No, ever since I came back, my mother has been staying by my bedside."

“Okay.” Ying Qian’s expression remained unchanged, but she was increasingly shocked.

Meng Beiyan lied to her...

So the person who helped her change clothes was Meng Beiyan himself?

No way... She thought about it for a while and understood why he chose to lie.