Chapter 175 Yi'an is very sad

"Ha!" the man sneered.

Lin Yi'an never thought he had any real strength, but he had powerful backers. His biggest backers were Shi Jingsheng and Mo Ziyuan.

Shi Jingsheng patted the man's shoulder, and Lin Yi'an instantly understood what he meant: Shi Jingsheng would help him solve the problem.

In an instant, Lin Yi'an suddenly remembered something terrifying.

He looked at Shi Jingsheng and asked seriously.

Do you have that thing in your room?

Shi Jingsheng knew what he was asking, but he didn't have it in his room, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

Lin Yi'an went even crazier.

"You mean... you want my sister to take medicine?"

His sister is so young, how can she take medicine that is harmful to her body? But what if something goes wrong if she doesn't take it?

He didn't want to be an uncle, because it meant his precious little sister would be harmed, and he was extremely unwilling to do so.

"Jing Sheng, do you have any other medicine? I mean, the kind that won't harm your body."

Shi Jingsheng felt like Lin Yi'an was treating him like a magician, the kind who could conjure up anything.

"Yi'an, calm down. I saw the medicine the doctor prescribed for Ziyuan. It can temporarily render Ziyuan infertile, so don't worry."

"That's good, that's good."

He got excited again as soon as he finished speaking.

"Should my sister take some supplements? I'll have someone prepare them right away. Is she losing too much blood? I should also find a female doctor to examine her wounds. What if the doctor doesn't know her own strength? No, no, what if Ziyuan doesn't know his own strength?"

He suddenly remembered all the horrific things he had seen on his phone—tearing apart, this and that—it was terrifying. He couldn't imagine his sister suffering such pain; it was all his fault.

Lin Yi-an started crying loudly again, and the two assistants next to him, realizing that something was wrong, quickly stepped back.

As they reached the door, Jing Sheng called out to the two of them.

"Have the housekeeper prepare some of my usual porridge and send it to my study."

"good."

It was clear that Lin Yi'an was truly heartbroken; large tears were falling, one by one, onto the ground.

Shi Jingsheng grabbed a chair and sat down in front of him.

"Yi'an, you've played with quite a few people, how could you not know what's going on? You should see it as part of your growth. Besides, Ziyuan knows what's good for him. Didn't you also hire a teacher for Yiluo and give her lessons?"

Lin Yi'an pulled up Shi Jingsheng's coat, which he had taken off by the bedside, and wiped away his tears.

“Jing Sheng, you know, I've never had parents since I was little, and I have no idea how to take care of my baby. I work hard outside just to give her the best, but when has she ever suffered like this with me? It's all my fault, all my fault.”

Sigh, how could Shi Jingsheng not know? He really felt sorry for Lin Yi'an, poor Yi'an, but there was nothing he could do. Neither of them could outmaneuver Zi Yuan. If they could, they would have known about today's events long ago.

"Yi'an, it's not your fault. Think about it from another perspective. Your sister can live happily with you for the rest of her life, but she can't grow old without ever experiencing any joy, can she? You yourself still have fun all the time, don't you?"

Now that things had been discussed openly, Lin Yi'an suddenly felt less upset. Although Mo Ziyuan was despicable and wicked, it had to be said that in his eyes, there was no man in the world more outstanding than him. His own sister had found such a good man right away, so he should be happy, especially since that man was his brother.

Although he is outstanding, his sister is the best, and no one else is good enough for him.

Shi Jingsheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Lin Yi'an had come to a decision.

“Mo Ziyuan is currently ill. You should think about how to resolve this matter once he regains consciousness.”

Lin Yi'an didn't want to. He already owed Mo Ziyuan enough, so this wouldn't make a difference. Ziyuan was such a good person, he wouldn't hold it against him.

In the end, Shi Jingsheng shouldered everything alone. He couldn't even imagine what the two of them would do without him. Thinking of this, a sense of pride welled up in his heart.

Two hours were almost up, and Lin Yi'an stood nervously rubbing his hands together at Shi Jingsheng's door.

As he was rubbing, he suddenly remembered something very important.

"Should I not go in? My baby is a girl, what if she gets shy when she sees me?"

Shi Jingsheng knew that although he was asking him a question, he had no intention of not going in. It was impossible for Lin Yi'an not to go in.

“I also think Yiluo will be shy, so maybe you shouldn’t go in.”

No, that won't do.

He said it with absolute certainty.

Shi Jingsheng understood immediately; just by looking at him, he knew that Lin Yi'an's understanding of him went far beyond mere comprehension.

Two hours later, Lin Yi'an rushed inside like lightning.

Lin Yiluo was sleeping in the room, and Mo Ziyuan was also sleeping.

He was covered with a blanket, and his clothes were lying around.

Shi Jingsheng could tell from Lin Yi'an's expression that he was about to cry again.

He walked over to the man and spoke softly.

"Don't cry. They're both asleep. What if you wake them up?"

Lin Yi'an held back his tears and gestured to the two people over there, wanting them to separate.

Shi Jingsheng pretended not to understand what he meant.

"I'll go check their pulses, you just stay here."

Before the blanket was even lifted a crack, Lin Yi'an rushed over nervously to the bedside.

You won't believe it until you see it, and what you find will shock you.

He had been trying to hold back his tears, but now he couldn't hold them back any longer.

The crying not only woke up Lin Yiluo, but also Mo Ziyuan.

The girl tried to sit up, but Lin Yi'an grabbed the blanket and pounced on her.

Mo Ziyuan's eyes widened immediately; he was about to cry too.

Even though he's a boy, he gets shy sometimes; he didn't have a blanket.

Shi Jingsheng really couldn't bear to look.

There was only one quilt in his room, so I had to go to the dressing room next door and get him another one.

Mo Ziyuan looked at Lin Yi'an with a wronged expression.

"Brother Yi'an, I'm not wearing any clothes and I don't have a blanket to cover myself with."

Mo Ziyuan did it on purpose, deliberately trying to anger Lin Yi'an.

Lin Yi'an was also deeply hurt, and he looked at Mo Ziyuan as if he wanted to kill him.

"You're a boy, nobody's watching you, you don't need to wear clothes."

"But I'll get shy!"

"Boys shouldn't be so stingy."

"Oh well!"

Lin Yi'an hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation until Mo Ziyuan pulled back the covers and openly displayed himself.

The movement was so loud that Lin Yiluo also looked in that direction, and Lin Yi'an quickly covered the little girl's eyes.

"Mo Ziyuan, what are you doing? Do you want my sister to get a sty?"

Mo Ziyuan lowered his head, looking unhappy.

“Brother Yi’an, it was you who made me do this.”

He was truly impressed; he'd never seen him so obedient before.

Shi Jingsheng pulled the blanket up to the man and spoke on behalf of Mo Ziyuan.

"Alright, Yi'an, Ziyuan is such a good boy, so well-behaved. Come on, Ziyuan, give me your hand, let Brother Jingsheng take your pulse."

"Yes, thank you, Brother Jingsheng."

When Lin Yiluo saw Mo Ziyuan reach out his hand, she also reached out her little hand.

Lin Yi'an immediately noticed the spots on the little girl's arm, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

It's not like you have to kiss him, so why kiss his baby?

He looked at Mo Ziyuan with great anger, his eyes filled with an undisguised malice.

Lin Yilu tugged at the man's sleeve.

"Brother, your eyes are so scary!"

The little girl's voice was a bit hoarse. Not only that, Lin Yi'an also noticed something else: his precious little sister's lips were chapped.

He got even angrier and grabbed the water bottle from the side, bringing it to his younger sister's lips.

Lin Yiluo obediently drank it, and tears suddenly fell in front of her.

Lin Yi-an cried again.

He cried more bitterly than ever before, holding Lin Yiluo and crying there.

The girl was at a loss. She didn't understand why her brother was crying, so she could only gently pat the man's back and soothe him with her hoarse voice.