Thinking of this, Yan Yan couldn’t help but lower his gaze.
Looks like he had to get Chen Yuchen to keep a closer eye on things over there, at least... he couldn’t let people shift their attention onto this little one.
People who are too special tend to attract a lot of unnecessary coveting and trouble.
At the sa ti, he was a bit worried that this kind of power would have bad effects on Her body.
"Little Gua, if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, rember to tell ."
Yun Qiqi nodded obediently. "Okay."
Yan Yan saw how dazed and unconcerned She looked and couldn’t help sighing.
He kissed her on the forehead and only said, "I’ll go ask Jiang Lihua about the rest when I get back."
Seeing that he wasn’t bringing up this topic anymore, Yun Qiqi finally relaxed. She let out a breath and happily wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing against him again.
.
The little troublemaking group that had just been kicked out of the ward, however, were all a bit baffled.
Ji Ruofeng and the others who didn’t know the inside story had no idea what had just happened and were completely confused.
Fu Lifei and Fan Xinglan were feeling even more complicated. They vaguely felt that the explosion must have sothing to do with their Little Sister-in-law, but they just couldn’t figure out how...
Could it be that their Little Sister-in-law was the one who blew it up?
And they’d been investigating this for so long—how did it suddenly have leads now?
Brother Yan was still in a coma and hadn’t even made a move, yet the lab got blown up, and even the company behind it was dragged out into the open.
The two of them racked their brains and still couldn’t get it, and in the end they each went back to their own hos and their own moms.
It was only when Fan Xinglan was about to leave that he rembered, "Oh right, did you guys see my sister at the hospital just now?"
"Sister Yubing? We didn’t see her. Why? Did she co over?"
"She told this morning she was coming to the hospital to see Brother Yan. Could it be she already left?" Fan Xinglan scratched his head, puzzled. In the end he didn’t think too much of it, turned around, and headed to the company.
Now that he’d inherited a few hundred billion in family assets, he was a corporate drone. Other than visiting Yan Yan, all his ti went into work, overti, work, and more overti.
The current life of Fan Xiaoye was truly tragic enough to make those who hear it weep and those who see it mourn—utterly miserable.
By the ti he finished work and got ho, it was already past eleven. What he didn’t expect was that as soon as he stepped into the living room, he slled alcohol.
There was a long-haired figure sitting on the sofa.
Fan Xinglan stared for quite a while before he recognized his own sister. He carefully walked over:
"Sis, why are you drinking here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
Fan Yubing paused, and after a long mont, as if wiping away tears with a tissue, finally spoke:
"You’re back?"
"Yeah." Fan Xinglan was a bit at a loss; it was the first ti he’d seen her cry like this.
He’d just been about to ask with concern what had happened when he heard Fan Yubing’s icy voice:
"Why didn’t you tell about Yun Qiqi recovering her mories?"
Fan Xinglan froze for a second. "Sis, did you see Little Sister-in-law today?" he blurted out. "I forgot to tell you. I thought you two weren’t that close and wouldn’t run into each other..."
Mainly, he’d sensed that his sister didn’t seem to be very fond of Little Sister-in-law, so when it ca to things about her, he subconsciously wouldn’t bring them up in front of Fan Yubing.
He never imagined his sister would even care whether Little Sister-in-law had recovered her mories or not.
Looking at Fan Yubing’s cold, unhappy face in front of him, he finally faintly realized sothing.
"Sis, did you go and say sothing to Little Sister-in-law again?"
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