"Summer."
"You can come out now."
Leng Chuanjin walked to the door of Xia Sanghuan's bedroom and knocked on it.
After hearing the noise outside the door, the girl walked out with a heavy expression.
She pursed her lips tightly and looked up at the man.
"Dinner is ready."
He noticed her expression.
He hesitated whether to comfort her or not, but in the end, he said nothing more and turned to go downstairs.
When she first got home, he had noticed that the girl had been in a state of high tension.
He didn't know exactly what had happened, but he could more or less figure it out from her expression.
Most likely it was related to the toxin in his body.
But his mind was in a complete mess because of his own speculations, and he didn't have the extra energy to bear any more bad news.
Looking at his departing back and thinking of the contents written in the documents, she bit her lower lip.
In the early stage of the poisoned person, there are no obvious adverse symptoms. In the middle stage, the symptoms start to appear, accompanied by dizziness, high blood pressure, insomnia and other symptoms.
In the late stage, the internal organs gradually deteriorate until death.
Most importantly, the root cause cannot be detected by current medical instruments.
These words were cold, like knives, stabbing at her heart one by one.
She silently followed him downstairs and sat down at the dining table.
Maybe thinking that she had been too tired these days, Wang Fu had prepared mostly her favorite dishes for dinner tonight.
But when she put the food into her mouth, she only felt it tasteless.
She only took a few bites and then stopped eating.
Facing the man's inquiring look, she just stood up expressionlessly.
"I'm full."
She was really abnormal tonight. Even Leng Wanqing couldn't help but mutter.
"Eat so little?"
The man's eyes darkened, and he quickly finished the remaining food.
"Second brother."
"Are you free?"
The door of the study was half-open. She leaned against the door frame and knocked on it.
She was holding a stack of materials in her hand, which were excerpts from the documents.
The man looked up from the computer and looked at her.
Before he could speak, the girl walked over first.
She slapped a piece of paper on the table and pushed it in front of the man.
"I've sorted out the key points."
"Take a look."
He silently picked up the paper and read it carefully.
She folded her arms and observed his reaction.
There was no sign of agitation.
Even though he was holding a de facto death notice in his hand.
"How long?"
He put the paper back on the table.
"What?"
"The time it takes to progress from the middle stage to the late stage."
His voice was cold and calm, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.
Her throat went dry.
"I don't know."
She felt that her voice seemed to be coming from another time and space, sounding hollow and powerless.
The man pondered for a moment and then nodded.
"I understand."
"You should still focus on Jing Zhan's illness. There's no hurry on my side."
"What do you mean there's no hurry?"
"If there's no antidote, you'll end up dead!"
Hearing his words, her emotions got a bit out of control for a moment, and she involuntarily raised her voice.
Looking at the man's indifferent expression, she only realized later how out of control she had been just now.
"...Sorry."
She lowered her voice and dropped her eyes.
"It's okay."
"I know you're worried about me."
"But even if we're worried now, there's nothing we can do about it, right?"
His words hit the nail on the head and left her speechless.
"Just rest tonight."
He reached out to turn off the desk lamp, stood up, and walked around the girl.
"Second brother."
She suddenly called out to stop him.
He turned around and silently looked at her back, waiting for what she would say next.
"What if you die tomorrow?"
She turned around and looked at him.
He saw that her eyes were a bit red.
Seeing that he didn't answer, she continued to press on.
"If you die, what will happen to Jing Zhan?
What will happen to Auntie? What will happen to Leng Wanqing? And what will happen to the Leng family?"
She asked five questions in a row, sounding a bit aggressive.
But she couldn't stop.
Actually, she also wanted to ask what would happen to her?
Facing the somewhat out-of-control Xia Sanghuan, Leng Chuanjin just let out an almost imperceptible sigh.
He stepped forward and comfortingly stroked her head.
"I won't die before Jing Zhan gets better."
"Because even if I'm not around, with Jing Zhan's ability, he can still hold up the Leng family well."
Her worries were so easily brushed aside by him, which made her feel a bit frustrated.
It was as if she had punched a cotton ball.
It would have been better if he had blamed her for speaking harshly than showing this kind of attitude.
"I'll leave first."
Seeing that the girl kept her head down and didn't answer, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
When he got to his bedroom, he lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
When he left, the girl was still standing silently in the study.
He didn't know if she had returned to her bedroom yet.
He didn't know if she could sleep well tonight.
He closed his eyes and forced himself not to think about those things anymore.
Actually, only he knew how heavy his heart was.
When he walked out of the study just now, he could even be described as fleeing in a hurry.
After Leng Chuanjin left, Xia Sanghuan stood there for a long time.
She didn't understand why he could say these words so calmly.
Death had too much of an impact on her.
She had clearly witnessed Xia Laosi's death with her own eyes not long ago.
Even for her master who had been missing for a long time, she would rather believe that he was just too busy to come home than believe that he was dead.
She silently packed up the materials she had brought and then returned to her bedroom.
She tossed and turned in bed, and the words the second brother had said to her just now kept appearing in her mind.
How strong was his psychological endurance?
If it were someone else, the most normal reaction would be to ask her to develop the antidote as soon as possible.
However, Leng Chuanjin calmly weighed the pros and cons on the spot, and even thought about the matter of Jing Zhan taking over the Leng family after his death.
Thinking of the expression on his face when he said these words, her heart ached.
She thought she would suffer from insomnia because of this matter tonight, but maybe because she didn't rest well last night, sleepiness soon overwhelmed her.
When she woke up the next day, she had already adjusted her emotions.
Anyway, the formula of the poison was already in her hands. It was just a matter of time before she could develop the antidote.
So, whether the second brother wanted to be cured or not was not up to him.
After figuring this out, she got out of bed and went downstairs for breakfast as usual.
Leng Wanqing hadn't woken up yet, and there were still only the two of them at the dining table.
"Second brother, have you bought the medicine I asked you to buy?"
Halfway through the meal, she suddenly asked.