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nMo Rao fell silent. She didn’t know if her intuition was right or wrong. She felt that something was wrong.

nNow that the driver was dead, there was no evidence.

n“Don’t worry about it. Rest well. You still have to film after you recover. I’ll talk to the brand that you’re being the spokesperson of. You can find time to film the endorsement advertisement when you recover. Announce the partnership on Weibo first.” Mo Yuan nagged Mo Rao like an old father and didn’t forget to tuck her in.

nMo Rao nodded obediently and ignored the conspiracy theories in her mind. She closed her eyes and continued to rest.

nOnly then did Mo Yuan get up and go to the doctor’s office to ask about Mo Rao’s exact situation.

nAt this moment, Fu Ying had already appeared in the ward. He seemed to have calculated the time. His eyes were filled with heartache as he looked at the woman resting on the bed.

n“Brother?” Mo Rao heard footsteps and thought that Mo Yuan was back, but she was very tired and didn’t want to open her eyes to take a look.

n“It’s me.” Fu Ying sat down by the bed and said gently.

nMo Rao immediately opened her eyes, which were filled with resistance. “Why are you here?”

nFu Ying sighed. “Do you really not want to see me that much?”

n“What else?” Mo Rao’s expression darkened.

n“You have no conscience.” Fu Ying shook his head and smiled bitterly.

nMo Rao didn’t understand what this meant, and she didn’t want to understand. She only wanted to distance herself from Fu Ying and not have unnecessary involvement with him in the future.

nJust as the atmosphere between the two of them was tense, Mo Wan and Fu Lin appeared.

nThe two of them were carrying some expensive supplements and porridge that Mo Wan had personally stewed. The moment Mo Wan saw Mo Rao, she quickly went over and asked with heartache, “Rao Rao, are you okay? Does it hurt?”

n“Aunt Mo, I’m fine. I’ve made you and Uncle Fu worry.” Mo Rao’s heart warmed as she replied sensibly.

nMo Wan glared at Fu Ying. Fu Ying could only stand up obediently and give his seat to Mo Wan.

nAfter Mo Wan sat down, she held Mo Rao’s hand, her eyes filled with heartache. “Why are you so unlucky? God isn’t kind to you at all…”

n“Who said that? God takes good care of me. Otherwise, how could I have met you, Uncle Fu, and Grandma?!” Mo Rao said very sweetly.

nAs expected, Mo Wan smiled. Fu Lin was very relieved.

n“Hubby, quickly open the seafood porridge I made and let Rao Rao drink it while it’s hot,” Mo Wan instructed Fu Lin.

nFu Lin quickly opened the thermos box. The still warm seafood porridge looked very enticing. There was fresh prawn meat, abalone, squid, sea cucumber… all kinds of crushed seafood meat.

nMo Rao was indeed hungry and hadn’t eaten anything today. She wanted to eat it herself, but Fu Ying took the food first. “Your hand is injured. Let me feed you.”

n“No need!” Mo Rao immediately rejected him with an awkward expression. “My left hand can be used for eating.”

n“It’s inconvenient since you have a needle in your left hand. Let me feed you,” Fu Ying insisted.

nMo Wan was sandwiched in the middle. She wanted to say that she could feed Mo Rao too, but Fu Lin gave her a look. She understood that she had to give her son a chance to perform.

n“There’s really no need!” Mo Rao said anxiously. She raised her hand to snatch the thermos box, but a sharp pain came from her finger and she accidentally tore her wound.

nThe most awkward thing was that just as she cried out in pain, her stomach growled.

nFu Ying immediately grabbed her wrist and ordered sternly, “Don’t move. Do you want to cripple yourself?”

nOf course not! Mo Rao was so frightened that she quickly stopped moving. The pain from just now left a deep impression on her.

nShe still had to draw with a paintbrush in the future. She had to let her fingers recover to their best state.

n“I’ll feed you. It’s just porridge. There’s no other meaning. You don’t have to overthink things.” Fu Ying sat down by the bed again and picked up the spoon to feed Mo Rao.

nMo Rao glanced at Mo Wan and Fu Lin, her gaze full of pleading.

nMo Wan couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to say that she would feed Mo Rao, but Fu Ying turned around and said, “Dad, Mom, aren’t you two going back yet? You can’t let Grandma see the news!”

nIt was evening, but not Old Madam Fu’s bedtime yet.

nMo Wan was also very worried about her mother-in-law. She could only reply, “Alright, your father and I will go back first. Rao Rao, I’ll come and see you tomorrow.”

nMo Rao was about to answer when Fu Ying stuffed a spoonful of porridge into her mouth. She couldn’t speak at all.

n“Rest well and treat Fu Ying as your nurse,” Fu Lin said to Mo Rao meaningfully before he left. Fu Ying owed her this.

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