Yan Yan was startled and almost made a sound. She quietly walked towards the bathroom.

"Knock, knock, knock." When no one answered, the knocking became more urgent.

"Please come in." Yan Yan stood at the door of the restroom, pretending to have just come out.

“Miss Yan Yan,” Wei Qiao pushed open the door and stood at the entrance, but did not come in.

"What's wrong?" Yan Yan asked, feigning confusion.

"It's nothing. I noticed your room door is still open. Just a reminder to close it properly when you go to sleep at night." Wei Qiao glanced around cautiously but didn't find anything unusual.

"Okay, thank you, Wei Qiao." Yan Yan nodded and said gratefully.

"What was that sound just now? I think I heard some faint cries." Yan Yan tilted her head, looking curious.

"Oh, it must be the doctor giving an injection, and someone is screaming because they're scared. Are they disturbing your rest? I'll have the bodyguard go check on them," Wei Qiao said seriously, as if she knew nothing.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you." Yan Yan smiled, then frowned and touched her injured right arm.

"Okay, make sure you get some rest. The doctor said you'll need to stay in the hospital for a few days before you can be discharged." After saying that, Wei Qiao closed the door.

Yan Yan pursed her lips, her eyes showing some displeasure. Clearly, Wei Qiao's attitude towards her had also changed.

She needs to hurry up with her plans.

The next morning, Yan Yan was having breakfast in her hospital bed when she suddenly heard a knock on the door, followed by Rong Hong's voice.

Yan Yan's eyes lit up, and she immediately put down the spoon, then slowly used her left hand to scoop out the porridge.

"Please come in," Yan Yan called out deliberately in a weak voice.

Rong Hong strode in and, seeing Yan Yan's somewhat strained movements, couldn't help but frown. He said apologetically, "Yan Yan, I'm so sorry, I really didn't expect it to turn out like this."

After thinking it over all night, Rong Hong calmed down and realized that with Shen Zhi Qiu's kind nature, she would never intentionally push Yan Yan down.

Moreover, even if it was caused accidentally, she would definitely admit it and apologize to Yan Yan.

"I'm so sorry you slipped and fell at home. I'll have someone put a carpet on the stairs to prevent you from slipping again."

Yan Yan pursed her lips, her eyes filled with grievance, but when she met Rong Hong's gaze, she awkwardly lowered her eyes and whispered, "I also believe that Zhi Qiu definitely didn't push me on purpose. Although she seems to dislike me a little lately, she couldn't possibly have really wanted to push me down. It was an unintentional mistake."

Upon hearing this, and seeing Yan Yan's aggrieved expression, Rong Hong felt a surge of guilt and self-reproach.

However, Shen Zhi Qiu had repeatedly emphasized to him that she really did not push him.

Rong Hong frowned and began to think.

He knew that Yan Yan had always been a kind and sensible child. She would never intentionally hurt others, much less frame them.

Therefore, he believed that there must be some misunderstanding, or that Yan Yan had accidentally fallen and perhaps didn't tell him the truth to save face.

“Zhi Qiu told me that she feels you’ve been treating me very well lately, and she’s a little unhappy about it.” Seeing that Rong Hong didn’t say anything, Yan Yan calmed down and added fuel to the fire again. “I explained to her that taking care of your health is really just part of my job, and I genuinely consider you all as my own family, which is why I’m so concerned about you.”

But in Zhi Qiu's eyes, it seems like I'm trying to steal you from her. You know, Zhi Qiu used to live outside, and her previous family didn't treat her well. It's normal for her to be jealous since you and Rong Mo treat her so well.

So I don't blame her. I've always considered her a good friend and an older sister.

Seeing how sincere Yan Yan was, Rong Hong's heart began to tip the scales a little.

But then the image of Shen Zhi Qiu's aggrieved and disappointed face flashed through his mind, and he immediately took a step back.

For a moment, he couldn't tell who was lying.

"Uncle Rong, could you get me the comb?" Seeing that he hesitated, Yan Yan immediately pulled out all the stops and pointed to the comb next to the bedside table.

“Okay.” Rong Hong glanced at her and immediately walked over.

"Could you also get me my hair clips? My hair's a bit messy," Yan Yan said, touching her hair with her left hand.

Rong Hong then noticed that beside the bed there was not only a wooden comb, but also a delicate little box.

"Could you please open the small box for me? The hair clip is inside," Yan Yan guided naturally.

Upon opening the lid, Rong Hong's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

But he pursed his lips, forcefully suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and took the comb and hair clip to the hospital bed, handing them to Yan Yan.

Yan Yan took the comb, said thank you, and then started combing her hair by herself.

Rong Hong stared at the red hair clip in his hand, his heart churning with emotions. He gently stroked the red hair clip, as if lost in memories.

Yan Yan unconsciously curled the corners of her mouth and proudly raised her smiling face.

"Uncle Rong, could you help me clip the hair clip to my right side?" Yan Yan asked, raising her injured right hand and saying somewhat embarrassedly, "My hand hurts, I really can't do it, is that alright?"

Yan Yan smiled gently at Rong Hong, her face only lightly made up, looking very refreshing.

Rong Hong was somewhat dazed, gazing silently at Yan Yan as her cool and beautiful face gradually overlapped with his memories. His eyes were filled with complex emotions. He didn't even want to refuse; his fingers trembled slightly as he watched Yan Yan turn to the side, and he carefully picked up the hair clip.

Yan Yan was wearing an ordinary hospital gown, and her soft, long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall.

Rong Hong gently clipped the hair clip into Yan Yan's hair.

Long-forgotten memories flooded back instantly.

He recalled the little things from the past, how he would always put hair clips on her hair like this.

However, when he came to his senses and saw Yan Yan's innocent smile, his feelings became complicated again.

He realized that Yan Yan was just someone similar to "her". He had indeed lost his composure just now.

Rong Hong took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He smiled at Yan Yan and said, "This hair clip suits you very well, it's really pretty."

After speaking, Rong Hong steadied himself and prepared to leave.

Yan Yan didn't speak, but gently stroked the hair clip with her hand and looked at him tenderly.

"Uncle Rong, could you talk to me a little longer? It's so stuffy in the hospital, and the air isn't good. I'm so bored all by myself here."

Rong Hong withdrew his foot, his expression suddenly becoming somewhat dazed.