Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 200 The Humble Lin Xuanze

Chapter 200: Chapter 200 The Humble Lin Xuanze

Dr. Song glanced at the time, "Let’s get her to a ward first, she should wake up soon."

"Okay." Lin Xiang followed in slippers.

Shen Xuan had just left the VIP ward when she saw a group of familiar faces entering the room next door; she peeked out from behind the door for a glance.

Yun Yue, lying on the hospital bed, had bandages wrapped around her head, her complexion somewhat pale. Even without any color to her face, she was still so delicate it made people envious.

Even in a comatose state, she exuded an innate arrogance that made her decidedly unlikable.

Yun Yue woke up shortly after being wheeled in. She sniffed the smell of alcohol, stared at the ceiling for a long while before turned her head and realized she was in a hospital.

"Yueyue, you’re awake. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Does your head hurt? Do you recognize me?" Lin Xiang, seeing her wake up, anxiously bombarded her with questions.

She raised her eyes to scan the people in the ward; the whole family was there. She pursed her lips and spoke softly, "I’m fine, Aunt Xiang."

Lin Xiang let out a sigh of relief, seeing that she still recognized her.

Lin Xuanze couldn’t help but interject, "Mom, what stupid questions are you asking? If you’re going to ask something, it should be challenging, like what’s 73469 multiplied by 466766?"

She sat up, leaning against the head of the bed, feeling a dull pain in the back of her head. Only then did she realize that her head was wrapped in bandages. She glanced at him with unfocused eyes, he looked absolutely guilty, "34292831254."

Lin Xuanze had just opened the calculator on his phone when he heard her reciting a string of numbers and calmly put his phone back in his pocket.

"Mom, she’s fine."

Still nonhuman.

"You caused all this trouble, now apologize to Yueyue at once!" Lin Xiang scolded him, her voice rising several pitches.

It’s no joke.

Lin Xuanze’s smug expression disappeared in an instant; he hung his head, stepped forward a few paces, and said with sincerity, "Sorry."

He really didn’t know she was allergic to mustard!

If he had known, he would never have added mustard.

"Oh." Her indifferent response caught Lin Xuanze off guard.

"Don’t be like this; you’re making me really nervous." He was somewhat clumsy, still blaming himself, wasn’t she?

But it was his first time being a brother! He also didn’t know how to sweet-talk girls; he really didn’t know how to appease her!

Everyone else learned how to be a brother from a young age, but he had picked up a sister at 17. She was even tougher in fights than he was, with a tomboyish temperament—he never considered her a sister but rather a brother!

Only now did he realize she was a girl.

She raised an eyebrow and spoke teasingly with a smirk, "So what should I do then? Beat you up?"

Lin Xuanze: "... If it’ll make you feel better, I guess not."

Yun Yue: "Then let’s go with a beating."

Lin Xuanze: "?!",

She’s really going to hit him!

"Then go easy on me."

Thinking of the time she fought at school and that time in the underground parking lot, he wondered what kind of level she would go to on him.

He felt it would be a knockout!

After all, she held grudges.

"Come here." She lazily crooked her finger, her gaze teasing and bold, making him feel trepidation inside.

He shuffled over slowly, and Lin Xiang unsympathetically made room for him, even giving him a push when he moved too slow.

Lin Xuanze: "..."

My own mother!

He felt like crying but had no tears.

Standing before her, her skin appeared tender and fair under the light, and there were faint traces of blood vessels visible. Her eyelashes were very long, fluttering like little fans.

The upturned corners of her eyes gave a sense of flamboyance and carefreeness.

She slowly rolled up her sleeves to reveal her pale wrists.

Lin Xuanze remained exceedingly calm where he stood, already struggling internally.

He truly wanted to run away, but his mom was blocking him from escaping. Besides, his legs seemed a bit weak, not quite responding to his commands.

She clenched her fist and flexed her wrist, then hooked her lip and gave him a sidelong glance, a smirk that sent a chill down his spine.

She swung her fist with great force, and even at a distance, he could feel the strength behind the punch; coming closer, he would feel the wind from the swing.

He took a punch in the chest and coughed twice, pretending nothing was wrong and said composedly, "Done venting? It’s not enough? Throw a few more punches; I can take it."

But in reality, it hurt so much!

Why was it that other people’s sisters were delicate and charming, capable of acting coy, while her punch could nearly take his half-life?

"One punch is enough," she said with a grin, her lips curving up. She had purposefully held back, although it was still stronger than an average girl’s punch. If she hadn’t, a real hit from her could send someone flying.

He felt as if he was being looked down upon.

"Yueyue, are you really letting off steam? Just one punch seems too light. Besides, you’re a girl, how strong can your punch be? You should have kicked him," Lin Xiang felt it wasn’t enough, it was too easy on the boy.

Lin Xuanze felt like dying, with a mournful expression, he said, "Mom, I really realize my mistake. You know how strong her punch is. If she kicks me, I’ll be the one lying here tomorrow."

"You make sense... Let’s not waste my medical expenses," Lin Xiang nodded earnestly, "Giving you a kick would be letting you off easy. I see you’re quite good at running errands."

"..."

"?" Lin Xuanze widened his eyes. Running errands?

Him, the great Lin Family’s eldest young master, running errands?

Who could afford that?

Who would dare to have him run errands?

Lin Xiang gave him a look: "If Yueyue tells you to go East, you cannot go West. If she tells you to stand, you cannot sit down. If she tells you... understand?"

Lin Xuanze meekly nodded: "... How could I not understand?"

Lin Xiang was relentless, "That’s settled, then. You’ll atone for your own mistakes until Yueyue forgives you."

"Dad..." He looked pleadingly towards Yun Zhonghai for help.

Yun Zhonghai was about to intercede when Lin Xiang’s glare sent him back, and he changed his tune: "You really did go too far this time. Listen to your mother; it’s time to give you a good lesson!"

He had forgotten that his father was utterly whipped by his wife, without any say at all.

Lin Xiang glanced at the time: "It’s almost midnight. You all go back first; I’ll stay here to take care of Yueyue."

"There’s no need, Aunt Xiang. I’m fine and can be discharged," Yun Yue spoke up, knowing it was somewhat troublesome to stay in the hospital.

"That won’t do. The doctor said you need a CT scan tomorrow and another checkup. So, you are staying in the hospital tonight, and I will accompany you tomorrow. We can’t be negligent with these things," Lin Xiang firmly refused to let her be discharged and tucked her into bed, telling her to sleep.

Liu Lanfang, seeing that she was alright, followed Yun Zhonghai back home.

Yun Yue: "..."

Aunt Xiang, usually so agreeable, was very insistent about this matter, just like Liu Lanfang.

Lin Xiang waited until she closed her eyes before switching off the light and laying down on the accompanying bed next to her.

Early the next morning, she got up to ask Mr. Xiao for leave, and Sister Li brought clothes for both of them. After finishing breakfast, she took her for the checkup.

"Dr. Song, is she really all right?" Lin Xiang stared at the photo on the computer.

She couldn’t quite understand it and could only ask Song Yu.

Song Yu saw her sitting carelessly on the chair as if there were nothing wrong and chuckled, "There’s nothing to worry about. She can be discharged. Just don’t get the wound on her head wet. After a week, the bandage can be removed, and there’s no need to return to the hospital."

Lin Xiang finally felt a weight lift from her heart, "Thank you, Dr. Song."