The next day.
When Su Xiaoxiao got out of bed, her head was still dizzy. She looked around her room and felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"Young Madam, you're awake. Is there anything else that's bothering you?" When the maid Lin Qiaoyun came in to take care of Su Xiaoxiao, she saw that Su Xiaoxiao had already gotten up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
What's wrong with me?
Su Xiaoxiao looked at the maid who came in, puzzled. When she noticed that the gauze on her right hand had been changed, a cold voice suddenly flashed through her mind.
It was only then that she remembered what she had felt was wrong earlier: the sofa that had been blocking the doorway had been moved away at some point, and what was with the pajamas she was wearing?
She remembered that she was wearing a beige nightgown last night, so why was she wearing a light pink one now?
When Su Xiaoxiao looked at her with a puzzled expression, Lin Qiaoyun quickly said, "Young Madam, we didn't take good care of you. We hope you won't be angry."
"I want to know what's wrong with me?"
Su Xiaoxiao had no time to worry about any of that. What she cared about was the voice she heard last night and who had changed her pajamas.
Lin Qiaoyun glanced at Su Xiaoxiao cautiously, and seeing that she wasn't angry, she said uneasily in a low voice, "Young Madam, I only found out this morning that you had a low-grade fever last night."
"Who took care of me before you?"
Su Xiaoxiao felt a bad premonition rising in her heart, and her eyes were fixed on the maid.
"It's the young master who's taking care of you."
"What? You're saying Nangong Yi is taking care of me?"
Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but scream. She looked down at the pajamas she was wearing, her hand trembling as she pointed at Lin Qiaoyun, then hurriedly pointed at herself, momentarily at a loss for words.
Seeing her so flustered, the maid quickly stepped forward and whispered a 'shh', saying, 'Young Madam, the young master has been keeping your illness a secret from the old master. Please don't scream like that.'
"Where... is Nangong Yi?"
Su Xiaoxiao's mind went blank. No matter what happened last night, she had to get to the bottom of it with him.
"Young Master went to the company half an hour ago. He told you to rest well, especially your injured hand."
"I understand, you can go out now."
When Su Xiaoxiao heard that Nangong Yi was not home, she felt a strange sense of relief.
After the maid put her things down and left, she immediately pulled the blanket up to cover herself, trying to recall what she had vaguely heard and felt the night before.
She remembered that someone was talking in her ear all night, but she couldn't recall the exact words. However, she felt herself being held in a warm embrace.
Could it be...?
Suddenly, as if she had just remembered something, Su Xiaoxiao sat up abruptly in bed, her eyes filled with panic.
She suddenly remembered a voice; someone had been asking her who she was all night, but she couldn't remember how she had answered...
Nangong Foundation.
"Young Master, the Young Madam has woken up. But she seems to have no memory of what happened last night, and she's been asking Lin Qiaoyun a lot of questions."
After receiving a report from his servants, Dong Jinyang briefly relayed the situation to Nangong Yi.
He simply nodded and signaled for the other person to leave.
Nangong Yi rubbed his throbbing temples, but the coldness in his eyes faded slightly in an instant.
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