Chapter 82 My Brother's Care

Lin Yi'an didn't want to talk to Shi Jingsheng anymore; he thought the man was too despicable.

After a while, the girl still seemed a little sleepy and was still in a daze.

The man took her small hand, and when Lin Yi'an saw this, she felt like she wanted to explode on the spot.

What are you doing?

"Yi'an, look at you, you're overthinking it again, aren't you? I was just taking your pulse."

Lin Yiluo only answered after hearing this.

"I am not sick."

The man agreed as he took the pulse.

"The baby isn't sick, it's just that her period is due."

Menstrual period? What should he do then? This is a bit beyond Lin Yi'an's comprehension.

Shi Jingsheng glanced at Lin Yi'an and said with great pride.

"How about I take care of you, brother?"

Lin Yi'an isn't stupid; he can see through such an obvious attempt to steal someone else's partner.

"You don't need to take care of me, I'll do it."

Men love to see him stubborn and argumentative.

"You do what you know."

………………

Mo Ziyuan counted down the days and called Zhixia and Zhiqiu.

"Be careful these next few days. If you feel unwell, please tell Jing Sheng."

"Yes, young master."

"Tell me immediately if anything happens."

Lin Yiluo was very happy because she didn't have to go to class today.

………………

In the school gymnasium, Wen Shuyu had just finished playing basketball and was about to change her clothes when she overheard some gossip about herself in the changing room.

The man listened with great interest, hearing them say that they were the eldest son of a fallen family.

He glanced down and realized it must be because he was too handsome that they had such a misunderstanding. Hehe, I didn't expect them to have such good taste.

Several of Wen Shuyu's basketball buddies also heard it and wanted to go up and argue with them, but Wen Shuyu stopped him.

"It's okay, I don't care. Let them say what they want. I find it quite interesting."

They were a little confused and carefully examined Wen Shuyu.

He was fair-skinned and had a very elegant demeanor, unlike ordinary people. All of them came from wealthy families, at least much wealthier than Wen Shuyu. However, Wen Shuyu didn't look out of place standing with them; on the contrary, he seemed more like the wealthy type.

Moreover, his speech, behavior, and way of thinking are different from those of ordinary people.

"Wen Shuyu, are you sure your family didn't go bankrupt?"

The man drank the rest of the water in one gulp, and the water droplets ran down his neck and straight into his clothes.

Why do you say that?

"You say you have no money, but the water you drink is the same as what we drink, and it's not cheap. I don't know what fabric your clothes are made of, but they feel quite comfortable, so they must have cost a lot of money. I've never seen a poor person like you."

He smiled and said to them.

“I’m pursuing a better quality of life. I’m used to living a hard life, so I want to live a better life. I really don’t have any money. These clothes were all bought for me by Miss Lin, and she also gave me the money.”

The others remained silent. They had been avoiding the topic, afraid of hurting his pride. To be honest, Wen Shuyu didn't seem like the kind of man who could be supported by a woman.

One of the men asked timidly, "Is there anything I should be careful about when taking care of Miss Lin?" "Is there anything special about her?"

Hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"No, Miss Lin is very nice. She is gentle and kind to me. Moreover, she is not as scary as you imagine."

The group didn't believe it at all; how could Miss Lin, who was so aloof, not be scary?

Wen Shuyu was quite happy chatting with them; he found them all very interesting.

He's had many friends since childhood, mostly from prominent families—true friends, but also many fake friends. He's truly happy making friends outside of those aristocratic backgrounds.

He patted one of them on the shoulder.

"Isn't your father worried about finding business partners lately?"

The man nodded in response.

"That's right, my dad is almost driven crazy with worry."

He smiled.

"Okay, I understand."

…………………

When Lin Yi'an went to the girl's room again, Lin Yilu was sitting facing the wall, hugging her knees. The man smiled, walked over to her, and asked.

"What are they doing?"

The girl turned her head and said with a wronged expression.

"Brother, my stomach hurts."

The man's smile vanished upon hearing this.

"I'll carry you to bed, then I'll go find Jing Sheng."

"good."

Shi Jingsheng had a late breakfast and was still eating when Lin Yi'an pulled him over.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

"Take a look at her quickly."

"Okay, okay."

…………

"It's nothing."

"This is nothing serious? You're a quack, aren't you?"

"It's really nothing, it's just that everyone has a limit to how much pain they can tolerate. Ilo is more sensitive, so that's why she's like this. You can put on a heat pack to ease the pain, and also pay attention to your diet."

Lin Yi'an looked at Shi Jingsheng for a long time before speaking.

"Okay, I'll be careful. You can go now!"

Upon hearing that he was to leave, Shi Jingsheng immediately had a big question mark above his head. Why was he being asked to leave? And what was he to them as a tool? They were just going to send him away after they finished their work.

Why are you letting me out?

"Because my sister needs to rest, you'll disturb her if you stay here."

This reason was quite good, and it immediately left Shi Jingsheng speechless.

"Okay, I'll go out then. My sister, get some rest."

After Shi Jingsheng left, Lin Yi'an placed two cushions behind her.

His tone was unusually gentle.

"Want to watch TV? I'll turn it on for you."

"good."

The man pulled the TV over and played a really funny variety show for her, the kind Lin Yiluo always liked to watch.

"Look, I've poured some hot water for you and put it next to you. If you want some, help yourself. If you don't want any, just call Zhixia and Zhiqiu over. They're outside."

"Uh-huh."

After explaining things to the girl, Lin Yi'an was still a little reluctant to part with her. Why is it so hard for a girl, especially his own younger sister? His sister is so afraid of pain, she must be uncomfortable. Could he take her pain away from him? He is not afraid of pain, he is willing to do anything.

After leaving the girl's room, Lin Yi'an went straight to the kitchen, and on the way, he spoke to the maid beside him.

"Call the nutritionist and the chef over."

"Yes, young master."

Upon arriving in the kitchen, the chef began giving instructions, and Lin Yi'an was in a flurry of activity. After finally managing to finish cooking, he tasted the food himself.

"Ugh, this tastes awful."

The chef had a rather complicated situation.

"Young Master, why don't you let me do it?"

"No need, I'll do it again."

"good."

An hour later, Shi Jingsheng came over to look at the fruits of his labor after he finished cooking again.

"This soup is delicious, let me try it."

"This isn't for you, get out of here."

"If it's not for me, then who is it for?"

"It's for Yiluo, but never mind, let you try it and see if it tastes good."

"You're not using me to test for poison, are you? Have you drunk it yourself?"

The man said in a sly, cheeky tone.

"Let you try it and see if it tastes good, then I'll take it to my sister."

"Only after hearing this did Jing Sheng feel at ease enough to drink it. Otherwise, what if he poisoned himself?"

To his surprise, the soup not only looked good but also tasted delicious.

"Okay, the taste is good. Your cooking skills have improved these past few days."

"Of course, this contains all my love for my baby Yiluo, so of course I have to make it delicious."

"Okay, then I'll take it to baby Yiluo for you!"

"I made this, why should you deliver it?"

"Isn't it enough to bother you with such a small thing? Of course I'll come."

Lin Yi-an: ………

Lin Yiluo was very happy looking at the soup her brother had made for her. She couldn't hide the smile on her face. It was so nice that he made soup for her.

The man next to him, seeing how happy he was, felt somewhat helpless. He had only been putting on an act, yet he was so happy. Wasn't this what he was supposed to do? It seemed he should keep a closer eye on him; what if he got scammed?

How does it taste?

The man looked at her expectantly.

The girl nodded happily.

"It tastes great."

"Okay, then I'll make it for you every day from now on."