Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother
Chapter 221 Old Ailment

Chapter 221: Chapter 221 Old Ailment

Shen Jingrou’s words made Bao Shaojin’s thick eyebrows lift slightly.

What was troubling her, Bao Shaojin was well aware of.

Seeing him remain silent, Shen Jingrou continued to voice her doubts, "So, what do you plan to do next?"

What she really wanted to ask was: Are you planning to snatch your cousin’s girlfriend?

Yet she feared asking this would be too absurd.

All the while, a cacophony of chirping noises filled Bao Shaojin’s ears. With a cold face, he turned his head, his gaze falling on Shen Jingrou, "Are you that idle?"

Shen Jingrou felt a chill rise in her heart.

"I was just asking," Shen Jingrou’s voice grew weaker and weaker, clearly feeling guilty.

The spacious hospital room was filled with a disinfectant smell that assaulted the nostrils, making Shen Jingrou feel very uncomfortable.

Her daughter had poor health since childhood, and visits to the hospital were commonplace, giving her an aversion to hospitals.

Perhaps recalling the past, her mood also grew dismal and blue.

She walked to the bedside and watched An Yin sleep peacefully, the worry on her face deepening further.

An Yin, being targeted by big brother, I don’t know if it’s fortune or misfortune! I hope you can be joyful all your life and never end up like the girl Bao Xun cared for...

"Big brother, when An Yin wakes up, tell her that I brought the gift Uncle Meng gave her." Shen Jingrou lowered her voice.

Last time at the hospital, Gu Qingyun left those two wooden boxes in her car, so she brought An Yin’s share during her visit.

"Did you two go to the Meng Family?" Bao Shaojin asked, his deep eyes as if brewing something.

"We went to ’Jianjia Alley’." Shen Jingrou corrected.

There was a difference between the "Meng Family" and the "An Residence."

Everyone within the circle knew that the "An Residence" at "Jianjia Alley" was truly Meng Heming’s home!

"Hmm." Bao Shaojin hummed lightly.

Shen Jingrou couldn’t guess what he was thinking. Did he not want her to take An Yin to the Meng Family? Or was there another meaning? Since big brother didn’t say, she couldn’t be bothered to ask.

"Big brother, I’ll leave now." Although they all grew up together and big brother was a few years older than her, his elder-like, calm aura always commanded respect from those around him.

"Mm."

Another one-word response.

Shen Jingrou was used to it and stepped toward the door.

"Miss Shen!"

Assistant Lin, who was waiting by the door, nodded.

Shen Jingrou returned with a smile.

As she was about to turn the corner, Shen Jingrou spotted a familiar figure in another corridor.

"Uncle!" Shen Jingrou quickened her pace.

The middle-aged man pushing a wheelchair stopped, turned his head upon seeing the approaching person, and greeted, "Miss Shen!"

"Uncle Ma!" Shen Jingrou called out upon seeing the middle-aged man.

Uncle Ma’s usually stoic face showed a hint of delight.

Seated in the wheelchair, Meng Heming hid his gloomy expression and looked at the other person, "Since we’ve bumped into each other, come sit in my room for a while."

"Sure."

Shen Jingrou nodded without hesitation.

It wasn’t ideal for the three of them to linger in the hallway, and Uncle Meng preferred tranquility. With nurses consistently passing by, he definitely wouldn’t be comfortable.

Uncle Ma wheeled the chair toward Meng Heming’s room.

On the way to the room, Shen Jingrou looked worriedly at the man in the wheelchair, "When I visited your home a few days ago, Auntie said you went to H City. It’s been just a few days, how did you fall ill?"

"An old ailment." Meng Heming sighed.

Shen Jingrou was taken aback. She had heard from her father in the past about Uncle Meng’s severe past injury. When she inquired further, her father told her not to be so curious. Back then, Shen Jingrou thought that perhaps Uncle Meng’s injury was a chronic condition.

Hearing his vague words now, Shen Jingrou decided not to press further, worried that if her speculation were true, it would embarrass Uncle Meng.

As Meng Heming spoke, they arrived at the room.

This floor was filled with VIP rooms, the residents of which were either wealthy or noble!

After entering the room, Uncle Ma didn’t push Meng Heming to the bedside but instead went to the window, which resembled a small living room, with a TV, coffee table, sofas... suitable for receiving guests.

Once Uncle Ma had positioned the wheelchair against the wall, Meng Heming stood up on his own, and seeing this, Shen Jingrou quickly rushed over, nervously stretching out her hand to support him.

Before she could touch him, she heard him say with a hint of laughter, "Shen girl, I’m not so old that I need someone to support me!"

Shen Jingrou quickly retracted her hand, extremely embarrassed, "I was just afraid you’d fall."

Meng Heming looked helpless as he walked to the sofa and sat down, gesturing beside him, "Sit!"

Shen Jingrou sat down properly.

"Did you come to the hospital because of Xiao Ai?" Meng Heming was the first to ask.

On the mention of the little one, a rare serenity appeared on the otherwise serious face of Su Ran.

"It’s because of my friend," Shen Jingrou continued, "Last time, when I took a friend to your place, on the way back we stopped to have some food by the roadside, and a couple was having a spat there. Some soup accidentally splashed into my friend’s eyes. The situation was quite serious at the time, so we came to the hospital. I just wanted to check on her today."

Shen Jingrou recounted the incident once again.

At this point, Uncle Ma brought over two cups of warm water, placed them on the coffee table, and then washed some fresh fruits. Once everything was set, he stepped aside.

After talking so much, Shen Jingrou was also thirsty, so she picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and gently put it down.

"Your friend is quite unfortunate." Meng Heming remarked outright.

"Yes." Thinking about it, Shen Jingrou couldn’t help but feel indignant for An Yin.

But it was accidental; An Yin could do nothing but swallow her pride!

Meng Heming watched her as she tried to defend her friend, the coldness in his eyes gradually dissipating, his voice carrying a subtle tone, "Why haven’t I heard you mention this friend before, is she new?"

"Yes, she’s really kind, I’ll introduce you next time." Shen Jingrou was eager.

Meng Heming slightly furrowed his brows. In his position, it’s hard to fully trust people, but since it was just a young girl, there was no harm in meeting her, so he agreed, "Okay!"

Having watched Shen Jingrou grow up, naturally, he cared for her. He didn’t want those with ulterior motives to take advantage of her under the guise of friendship.

Seeing Meng Heming agree, Shen Jingrou grabbed an apple from the fruit plate and handed it to him, "Uncle, eat first!"

After keeping a cold expression for so long, Meng Heming finally broke into a faint smile, "Looks like I must meet this friend of yours." Meng Heming reached out to take the apple.

"Hehe." The usually graceful and elegant Shen Jingrou showed a mischievous smile.

It was only in front of close people that she would reveal this side of herself.

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