Lin Zhi refused to follow him, so she withdrew her gaze and turned to look out the window, with the back of her head facing him.

"You haven't seen Zhouzhou for several days. Do you miss him?"

Hearing him mention Zhouzhou, Lin Zhi's heart moved and murmured: "I'm not in a good condition right now. If I see Zhouzhou, I'm afraid I'll scare him."

"It's more suitable to recuperate when we go back." Yan Jia was very persistent.

Lin Zhi didn't know what he meant. In the hospital, he had to spend more manpower and energy to take care of her, and he couldn't do anything too extreme. But when he returned to Jiangshan Garden, everything had to be obeyed by him.

Lin Zhi refused to go back and said nothing.

However, Yan Jia became irritable and frowned: "There are many patients in the hospital, so it is not suitable to stay here. It is more suitable to go back to Jiangshan Garden."

Lin Zhi didn't speak, and turned her face towards him, her black but lusterless hair spread over her shoulders.

She didn't say anything, probably because she was confronting Yan Jia.

"You should say something." He said solemnly.

After a long time, she said hoarsely: "I won't go back."

"Okay." Yan Jia let her go, "It's okay if you don't go back."

He couldn't stand the bowl of porridge on the table and called someone in: "Replace the porridge. What kind of porridge should the patient eat?"

The servant he brought over immediately took away the half bowl of porridge: "Yes, Mr. Yan, I will prepare some other dinner."

"I haven't eaten yet, prepare one for me."

"Okay, Mr. Yan."

Lin Zhi saw that he would leave soon and was unwilling to say anything to him.

Yan Feng left, and Yan Jia was enjoying a happy time, so she didn't want to dampen his mood.

Although Yan Feng was in a vegetative state when he was still alive, Yan Jia was at least afraid of them. From then on, Yan Jia became even more aggressive towards them.

Not long after, the servant brought a cooked black-bone chicken soup and some light meals.

Sitting down at the dining table, Yan Jia served Lin Zhi a portion of soup in a small bowl.

The hot soup was still steaming. He held it in front of her and said in a calm voice, "Drink the soup."

"I can't eat it." Lin Zhi refused to drink. "My high fever just went away today and I have no appetite."

"I've been waiting for nutrient solution for a few days, and I can't do it without eating."

"Then leave it here. I'll eat it if I'm hungry."

"Eat it now." He almost commanded.

Lin Zhi raised her head, and there was a cold chill in her eyes. Those eyes soaked with tears were as cold as the wind, without any warmth.

After staring at Yan Jia for a long time, she finally didn't resist, and she didn't have the strength to fight him to the death.

She is tired, very tired.

Taking the bowl of chicken soup, Lin Zhi's hand shook. Unintentionally, there was a "clang" and the soup bowl fell to the ground and broke.

She quickly said: "I didn't mean it."

"Is it hot?" He took out a white square towel from his pocket and wiped the chicken soup on the back of her hand. His hand was very cold, but Lin Zhi's hand was very hot.

"fine."

The servant walked in in a panic: "Mr. Yan."

"Tidy up."

"good."

Yan Jia was very patient. He took another bowl and silently filled it with a bowl of chicken soup.

This time, he didn't let Lin Zhi take it. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and fed her spoonful after spoonful.

The maid came from Jiangshan Garden. She never dared to say anything about her master, even if she saw something she shouldn't have seen.

They had known for a long time that there was some confusion between Yan Jia and Lin Zhi, but they didn't expect that just after the eldest young master died, the eldest young mistress would immediately get involved with the second young master who was in charge of the family.
Chapter completed!