Chapter 110 No

After settling Zhong Suisui in, Zhong Wan picked up a pen and paper, and slowly stood up, leaning against the back of her chair.

I still feel a bit sore and weak, but it's much better than before.

She looked up at the two people in front of her, and when she saw Lu's mother lying limply on the ground,

Zhong Wan sighed softly, walked slowly to her, and reached out to help her up with difficulty.

"Get up, the ground is cold,"

Her voice was weak, and her slightly pale face was covered with beads of sweat.

"Thank you, Master Zhong."

Seeing this, Lu's mother quickly got up and asked Zhong Wan with some concern, "Are you alright?"

Zhong Wan shook her head slightly: "Just go back and rest."

As she spoke, she withdrew her hand and glanced at Lü Yingying, who was slumped on the hospital bed.

Seeing this, Lu Mu turned her head to look. Her gaze fell on the painting in Zhong Wan's hand, and she paused. She moved her head slightly, her eyes fixed on the painting. Looking at the familiar eyebrows and eyes on the paper, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Master Zhong, can we keep this painting?"

Just as Zhong Wan was about to agree, she heard the system's voice sound again.

[Ding! The quest remnant "Spirit Gathering Drawing Paper" still contains slight fluctuations of merit energy. It is recommended to handle it immediately to prevent leakage, attracting wandering spirits, or affecting the living.]

Zhong Wan was taken aback upon hearing this, and quickly asked in her mind, "How should we handle this?"

The simplest and most effective method is to burn it with yang fire. The host can go to the designated smoking area of ​​the hospital or find a quiet, well-ventilated place. The system can provide the residual merit power of the drawing paper to aid combustion, ensuring that the yin energy and merit are completely dispelled.

Zhong Wan looked up at Lu's mother, whose eyes were full of tension, and shook her head slightly: "No, I still need to deal with this."

Seeing the fleeting disappointment and reluctance in her eyes,

Her face showed signs of weariness, and she was about the same age as her mother.

Zhong Wan couldn't bear it any longer and explained, "The residue on the drawing paper isn't suitable to stay with you; it will cause you trouble."

As she spoke, she picked up a pen and paper, glanced down, quickly drew a simple card, and handed it over: "Here, you can keep this."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Seeing this, Madam Lü was overjoyed and quickly accepted the gift with both hands, expressing her gratitude.

Looking at those familiar eyes and brows, my eyes welled up with tears.

"Alright, that's all settled. I should go now."

Zhong Wan put away her paper and pen, turned around, and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Madam Lü quickly followed and delivered the money, saying, "Thank you, Master Zhong. Don't worry, I'll transfer the money to you when I get back."

"Don't mention it, it's just a matter of mutual benefit."

Zhong Wan nodded slightly: "Just don't forget."

As Zhong Wan reached the door, she turned around, catching a glimpse of the still unresponsive figure out of the corner of her eye. Then she looked at the weary and worn-out-looking Mother Lü before her.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak up: "Lu Yingying, the deceased is gone, and the living must go on."

"He chose to love you with his own life, and you... should also pull yourself together as soon as possible."

"Don't let him down, and don't let those who care about you down either."

Seeing this, Lü's mother quickly stepped aside to make way for her.

Zhong Wan turned around and leaned against the door frame, supporting her slightly tired body. She looked at the person inside and said a few more words: "Love yourself before loving others."

"Your time, life, and emotions are all precious; there's no need to waste them on unworthy people."

Zhong Wan's words were pointed, and Lü Yingying finally made some move.

She looked down at her fingers, at the mark left by the ring on her ring finger, and then thought of the child who had given his life for her. She smiled bitterly and looked up at Zhong Wan: "Thank you, Master Zhong."

Her tears flowed silently again, but this time there was no sadness in her eyes, only a hint of determination and realization: "I know, I won't make that mistake again."

Her gaze inadvertently swept over Zhong Wan's hand holding the drawing paper, noticing the simple yet antique ring on her finger. Looking up at Zhong Wan, who was in a much better state than her, she asked softly with some curiosity, "Master Zhong, you're right. If I may ask, are you married?"

"Um?"

Zhong Wan was instantly filled with question marks, looking at him with great confusion.

With a bitter smile, Lü Yingying continued, "To be honest, I once thought I had found love. Before the wedding, there were all sorts of sweet words, but I never expected it to turn out like this..."

"I was so happy when I received that wedding ring. I thought I had found happiness. But I never expected that the wedding ring would be the last gift he gave me. Even more unexpectedly, it became a shackle that trapped me, and marriage became a cage."

"I'd like to know, you... you must know how to love yourself very well, and you must have found a very reliable person, right?"

Zhong Wan looked at the expectation in her eyes, raised her hand and glanced at her ring: "A cage or a reliance, sometimes they seem very similar, but in the end they are still different."

"The essential difference between them lies in whether they are imprisoned in despair or willingly."

"Actually, you're very lucky. You still have family and a career. Men aren't everything to you."

"Let yourself out of that cage."

At this point, she glanced at the ring on her hand and chuckled softly, "As for me,"

"Did they get married, or was it a whirlwind romance?"

Lu Yingying's eyes widened instantly, and she repeated incredulously, "A whirlwind marriage?!"

"Um."

Zhong Wan nodded: "Yes, we had a whirlwind marriage. He's quite reliable. Most importantly, he supports my career and is my lucky charm."

Zhong Wan thought, this could be considered a career for her, and the key was that this industry... she shouldn't lose her job?

"The God of Wealth?"

Upon hearing this, Lu's mother couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is 'God of Wealth' such a strange nickname?"

Zhong Wan chuckled, pulling herself out of her thoughts, and replied with a smile, "I suppose so."

"Alright, that's enough for today. I should go now."

Zhong Wan nodded slightly to them, said nothing more, turned and left, her steps slow but her goal clear.

She ignored the two people inside, basking in the warm sunlight in the corridor, thinking of her God of Wealth, and felt as if she had regained some strength.

Zhong Wan's lips curled slightly, but she paused when she looked up and saw that figure.

Ding Shaoqi?

How did he end up here?

Zhong Wan frowned slightly, glanced at the ward she had just left, and then looked at the man standing by the window in front of her.

A sudden feeling of unease washed over me. The ward was just one room away from the window, and it was still unoccupied.

Zhong Wan didn't know if he had heard anything.

But she really didn't want to deal with the police.

Zhong Wan glanced at the elevator beside him, then looked at the staircase not far away. Her thoughts raced, and just as she was about to turn away, she heard him speak.

"Mr. Zhong, it's been a long time."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, then looked up at Ding Shaoqi.

Looking into his shrewd yet cold eyes, he smiled and nodded: "Captain Ding, you're joking."

"You've come to see Tongtong?"

"Um."

Ding Shaoqi nodded, stood up, glanced at the ward out of the corner of his eye, and looked at Zhong Wan, continuing to ask, "Tongtong said that Boss Zhong also went to see her, so what's going on now?"