Zhan Jingting was taken aback, and his brows gradually furrowed.
Aunt Zheng handed him the tray, "Master Zhan, it's ready."
Zhan Jingting closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Take it up to her. I'm tired and want to rest."
Zheng's mother: "......"
Before she could ask any questions, the man turned and left.
Zheng Ma was completely confused, but she didn't dare to delay and took the soup upstairs immediately.
"Madam, the midnight snack is ready."
Qiao Wanwan was playing on her phone when she heard this, and asked, "Has Jingting not come back yet?"
"He's back. He said he was a little tired and went to his room to sleep."
"What's wrong?" Qiao Wanwan frowned. "Are you feeling unwell? Are you having an attack?"
"Judging from his appearance, he shouldn't be having a relapse. He didn't say he had a headache, but his complexion wasn't very good."
"It's good that he didn't have an attack." Qiao Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. "But you still need to keep an eye on him and see if he has an attack. If he does, call me Master."
"Yes, madam, rest assured."
......
On a bench in the garden.
Zhan Jingting lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly and quietly.
Ever since he first met Qiao Wanwan at the party, he has been out of control and has become unlike himself.
He didn't delve into it, but tried his best to control his heart... that heart that kept wanting to get closer to her.
But a casual remark from Zheng's mother just now left him at a loss.
He was incredibly wealthy; he could afford to hire hundreds or even thousands of nannies, let alone a few. But ever since Qiao Wanwan gave birth, he had been personally taking care of her.
Is it because of responsibility?
He wanted to repay her because she had risked her life to give birth to his child.
Or perhaps he simply couldn't help wanting to take care of her himself...
Zhan Jingting suddenly remembered something Ruan Tang had said tonight.
Can you honestly say you haven't fallen in love with her all over again?
Is this love?
Could it be that he has really fallen in love with Qiao Wanwan?
He wasn't sure because he hadn't experienced it before.
Zhan Jingting felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe!
He took a deep drag on his cigarette, trying to ease the tightness in his chest.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind...
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