Suddenly, the system's mechanical voice rang in my ears: "The world trajectory has detected a deviation and has been automatically corrected."

Shen Kong was stunned for a moment, and after a little thought, he quickly realized the problem.

No matter what the conflict is, the decline of the Chen family and the kidnapping of Han Li are definitely intrinsically linked, and his texting to the Chen family was actually to prevent this incident from happening to some extent. If the Chen family had avoided this disaster, all subsequent plots would most likely have been rewritten, so there would be an automatic correction of the world's trajectory to get the plot back on track.

However... there is one thing that Chen Kong can't understand.

From the very beginning, the plot direction given by this so-called Three Views Correction Studio was very brief. Whether it was the power struggle that might arise within the Han family, or the connection between the decline of the Chen family and Han Li's kidnapping, most of them were inferred by Shen Kong through various signs. This brought up a new question——

"By the way, isn't this a melodramatic novel about love in the entertainment industry?"

The system quickly replied: “Yes.”

Shen Kong frowned slightly and asked, "Why would a melodramatic novel be so complicated in these details?"

The system's voice remained unchanged: "The setting of the novel is not within the scope of the studio's consideration, nor is it within the scope of your work."

"Okay." Shen Kong himself had no intention of getting entangled. He stretched his body, and his muscles and bones made a creaking sound under his movements. He shrugged perfunctorily: "It doesn't matter. You are the boss anyway."

As if it didn't expect Shen Kong to give up so easily, the system was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked:

"So what are you going to do next?"

Chen Kong yawned, blinked away the sleepy tears from the corners of his eyes, and replied nonchalantly:

"What can I do? Of course I can wait."

This novel is so obsessed with leaving the world line, so maybe just wait for the plot to come. Anyway, the major events that affected Han Li should be almost in the past, so it should be almost time to wait for the next node of the plot - according to the information given to him by the studio, three days after Han Li was injured, the Han family will find him at the foot of the mountain, so it should be enough to wait until the day after tomorrow.

Shen Kong stood up, staggered to the refrigerator, and took out a bag of bread and a box of milk.

At this moment, he seemed to remember something and paused for a moment.

Han Li should have woken up by now.

Shen Kong hesitated for a second, took out another portion of milk and bread from the refrigerator, held them in his arms, then turned and walked into the basement.

The basement was silent, bright light tubes were crackling overhead, and all the medical instruments were placed in their original positions, flashing cold light under the lights.

Shen Kong found Han Li's ward with familiarity and walked in.

Han Li lay quietly on the hospital bed, his pale face without a trace of blood, his thin lips pressed into a monotonous straight line, his dark eyelashes drooping like crow feathers on his bleak little face.

Chen Kong stood in front of the bed and reached out to touch Han Li's forehead.

The temperature has dropped, it seems that the anti-inflammatory medicine he injected earlier was quite effective.

At this moment, Chen Kong was keenly aware that Han Li's body stiffened imperceptibly the moment his forehead was touched, and his tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly.

It seems that he is awake.

Chen Kong was too lazy to expose him, so he just reached out and lifted the quilt covering Han Li, then pulled his loose hospital gown pants off.

Now, Han Li's stiffness is visible to the naked eye.

In fact, he had been wondering why this strange kidnapper chose to save him. Moreover, according to his fragmented memories during his coma, even this place, which was obviously an underground clinic, was carried by this man. Han Li thought about whether he was after money and power, or wanted to threaten his family through him, but he had never thought of this possibility...

Although he is young, his family has made him mature enough to understand how chaotic and dark this world is.

Han Li gritted his teeth, secretly clenched his fingers at his sides, his whole body was cold, and he quickly calculated all the possibilities in his mind. Then he realized in despair that based on the strength shown by this man, his chance of counterattack was zero.

Just as Han Li fell into despair, he felt a strange pain in his immobile legs. A cold feeling came from his still numb skin, which made him a little dazed, and his brain reacted a little slowly -

Is this... applying medicine?

Just as he was lost in thought, Han Li felt a sudden sharp pain in his wound, which instantly tensed up all his nerves. He used all his strength to restrain himself from screaming, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Why, do you want to continue sleeping?"

A man's deep voice sounded not far away, lazily and with a hint of teasing.

Han Li knew that he had been discovered. He took a deep breath, forced himself to open his eyes, and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

He saw a tall man looking at him at the foot of the bed. He didn't stand properly, but folded his arms, leaning loosely against the wall, his eyes slightly squinting at him with a hint of interest.

There was still dried blood on his cheeks, and there was an untamed danger between his brows, like some deadly cold weapon that could kiss the warm throat in an instant and then tear it apart with the most primitive ferocity and cruelty.

Han Li felt as if his heart was being grabbed forcefully.

All his internal organs contracted together, and his heart in his chest was beating rapidly. He didn't know whether it was out of fear of his life being threatened, or something else more bizarre and complicated - he only knew that in his short and immature life experience, he had never come into contact with such a life form.

Han Li tightened his fingers somewhat at a loss, and felt his palms and between his fingers were wet with sweat.

Chen Kong was calm and composed, with no guilt at all, as if he was not the one who deliberately poked the other person's wound when applying medicine.

He stood up, picked out bread and milk from his arms, raised his hand and threw them into Han Li's arms.

While Han Li was frantically catching the food flying towards him, Chen Kong pulled over a chair and sat down.

He put his feet on the edge of the bed and opened the bag.

Chen Kong was really hungry this time. The huge consumption for a whole day and two nights made him starving. He ate up the bread, which was half the size of his face, in no time. When he looked up again, he found that Han Li was still staring at the food in his arms in a daze.

Shen Kong raised his eyebrows and asked as he poked the straw into the milk bottle:

"Why don't you eat?"

Han Li seemed to be called back to reality by his shout. He raised his head, staring straight at Chen Kong with a pair of clear black and white eyes. The fingers holding the bread tightened slightly, and the plastic bag made a slight friction sound.

His voice was hoarse and childish, with a maturity that did not belong to his age:

"…What do you want?"

Han Li knew very early on that equal exchange was the only rule of thumb in this world. No one would do something without any purpose. Only by ensuring that one has value to be used can one always seize the initiative.

Shen Kong raised his eyebrows nonchalantly and replied:

"…World peace?"

He took a sip of milk, then frowned slightly and held the box a little further away.

Han Li was caught off guard by Chen Kong's perfunctory response. Being young, he had not yet developed the skill of hiding his emotions. A complex expression of confusion and frustration appeared on his face, and he said with forced calmness:

"Thank you for saving me. As long as you are willing to send me back to the Han family, my father will give you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Shen Kong's sneer:

"Little devil, you still don't know who wants to kill you?"

Han Li was shocked and speechless. The implication in Shen Kong's words was like a shining cold steel spike, nailing him to the spot. His brain worked sluggishly, trying to make out some other subtle hints from it.

Chen Kong yawned, took a few steps with his long legs to the bedside, and without changing his expression, he stuffed the milk in his hand that he had poked open into Han Li's hand:

"Good boy, don't waste food."

After saying this, he left Han Li, who was stunned by his words, standing there, and then turned away without any guilt, lazily throwing down a sentence before leaving:

"Drink more milk to grow taller."

The author has something to say: Shen·Shameless·Conscienceless·Kong: It’s not that I don’t like drinking milk, I just want the best for my child’s future.

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