Aunt Chen saw An Ying silent and said aggressively, "Isn’t it good to lie down obediently and recuperate? Stop meddling in other people’s business." "You..." An Ying was so agitated she wanted to retort, but the pain from her body made her gasp. "Who are you? Why are you speaking to my mom like that?" An Yin ran into the hospital room, passed by two beds without finding her mother, and only when she reached the innermost side did she hear a woman talking to her mom in a hostile manner. As soon as An Yin finished speaking, a tall and strong figure stood behind her. Aunt Chen, hearing someone rebuke her, turned abruptly and saw a young girl. With just one glance, Aunt Chen deduced from her appearance that she was An Ying’s daughter. "Did I say something wrong?" Aunt Chen craned her neck, intending to say nastier things, but when she saw the man behind the girl, she gulped hard, her momentum visibly diminishing. When An Yin saw her mother lying on the hospital bed, she lost interest in squabbling with the woman. If it wasn’t for the man’s strong hand supporting her waist, she might have already collapsed to the ground. "Mom, mom." An Yin muttered softly, slowly walking towards the side of An Ying’s bed. Aunt Chen glanced back and forth at the two people who suddenly barged in, mumbled a few words, and walked out with her phone. As for the patient who previously complained about lowering the volume, they didn’t dare to make a sound after encountering the unreasonable Aunt Chen. "Silly child, don’t cry." An Ying soothed with a helpless voice. Upon seeing her daughter, An Ying was startled for only a second before regaining her usual calm. She originally hoped to hide the truth for as long as she could. "Wuwu..." An Yin reached out to cover her mouth tightly, intermittently letting out suppressed sobs. An Ying knew her daughter’s sensitivities, so she didn’t say much and let her cry for a while. In the next moment, An Ying’s clear eyes looked behind her daughter. Since the man appeared in this narrow space, An Ying had noticed his presence, especially since one of his hands was on her daughter’s waist. "Hello Aunt An, my name is Bao Shaojin." The man wore a well-tailored suit, showcasing his tall and straight stature, his sharp and neat lines, and his exceptionally handsome face, which was truly eye-catching. The man’s demeanor exuded an innate regal aura. Being not far away, An Ying could see from his expression the noble air that enveloped him. Compared to his friendly address, An Ying responded somewhat stiffly with two words. The room was crowded and noisy; even with a curtain, anything said was overheard by everyone. An Ying had many questions but refrained from asking due to the circumstances. An Yin wiped her tear-stained face, sobbing uncontrollably as she stammered, "Mom, what... what happened... to you?" An Yin barely stifled her sobbing. Bao Shaojin noticed the girl’s intense emotional swings and a hint of sternness showed in his eyes, worried she might faint again. The girl was weak and couldn’t handle any shocks! An Ying raised her eyes, seeing the man’s sharp gaze fixed on her daughter, feeling an emotion welling up inside. His gaze was full of undisguised love, plain and fiery, and seeing this, An Ying’s expression turned melancholic. An Ying focused on her daughter. Seeing her swollen eyes from crying, she sighed lightly, "Alright, stop crying. You’re a grown-up now, aren’t you afraid of being laughed at by others?" An Ying dodged her daughter’s question. Hearing this, An Yin pouted, sniffled, and finally stopped sobbing. "Does it hurt?" An Yin reached out, wanting to touch, but seeing her mom’s hand and foot in thick casts, and even her forehead bandaged, she froze midway, feeling terribly uneasy. "It just looks scary. It doesn’t hurt anymore." An Ying pulled a faint smile. An Yin didn’t believe it. "Mom, you still haven’t said why you got hurt?" An Yin persistently asked. An Ying’s eyes drifted over the man behind her daughter, showing a trace of distress on her face, "I’ll tell you slowly when we get home." Clearly, she didn’t want Bao Shaojin to know the details about her injury. "I..." An Yin, driven by curiosity, failed to see An Ying’s reluctance to elaborate, just as she was about to press further, she was interrupted by the man’s voice. "Aunt An needs peace and quiet now, we can ask her when she feels better." Bao Shaojin’s cool voice came from behind. An Yin suddenly turned, staring at the man’s stern face. She had been so focused on crying that she almost forgot the man had been by her side all along, which... could have affected An Ying’s reaction. An Yin felt a shiver run through her, and she angled her head down in embarrassment as warmth seeped from her waist. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵 Lowering her head, she saw the man’s slender hand resting on her waist. An Yin felt her mind pounding, as if a drum was beating, leaving her utterly bewildered. The next moment, she mumbled quietly, "Your hand," and hurriedly tried to brush his hand away. The young girl’s voice was soft and tender, to outsiders who didn’t know better, it sounded like an act of shyness. An Ying caught her daughter’s small movements in sight. Bao Shaojin understood An Yin was timid, and he didn’t want to appear inappropriate in front of elders, so he swiftly withdrew his hand. After the man removed his hand, An Yin hung her head low, turning her face to avoid An Ying’s gaze, displaying a timid demeanor as if she had done something wrong. Knowing her daughter was thin-skinned, An Ying didn’t say anything, though she was quite curious about their relationship. As the atmosphere turned awkward, a sound drew everyone’s attention. "Bed 65, your delivery is here." Outside the room, the delivery guy’s loud voice resonated. With his call, a voice from the other side of the curtain responded, "Mine." Followed by footsteps. Bao Shaojin noticed a hard bench on the other side of the bed and quickly brought it over to the girl’s feet, "Sit." An Yin was torn about how to introduce him to An Ying, but when she saw him thoughtfully move a bench to her feet, she was momentarily at a loss about sitting or standing. An Ying gently encouraged when she saw her daughter’s awkwardness. An Yin sat down hesitantly. At this time, a strong smell wafted through the room. As soon as An Yin smelled it, she recognized it as the scent of stink bean curd. On the hospital bed, An Ying knitted her eyebrows tightly; during her stay, she had become accustomed to this smell, as the family member accompanying the patient next door often ate stink tofu noodles. Compared to everyone else’s calm expressions, Bao Shaojin’s face was noticeably more sullen. With many people in the hospital room, the air was already not circulating well, and now someone was openly eating such a foul-smelling dish. Bao Shaojin’s dark eyes flickered with a hint of subtle menace.