"Yinyin." Seeing her daughter about to cry again, An Ying’s eyes revealed a hint of helplessness. Even though she didn’t understand the relationship between her daughter and the man in front of her, An Ying didn’t want to owe him anything. She worried that accumulating such debts could become a means for him to control her daughter in the future. However, seeing her daughter sobbing, An Ying wished she could recover sooner and not be a burden to her. "Mom, if you’re worried about money, I have some." An Yin’s sparkling eyes fell on An Ying, pleading. "You..." An Ying urgently asked, "Where did you get the money?" As she spoke, she glanced at the man behind her daughter with her gentle eyes. Bao Shaojin stood upright, facing her gaze with calm, his lips tightly pressed, seemingly indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him. "Most of the pocket money you’ve given me over the years, I’ve saved." An Yin mumbled softly, explaining further to provide better treatment for her mother, "This semester, I did some part-time jobs occasionally and earned a little money." "Part-time job." An Ying looked at her daughter in disbelief, "What kind of job?" An Yin lowered her head, cleverly changing the topic quickly, "Don’t worry about what job I did now; the priority is your health, Mom. Shall we transfer to the deputy director?" A hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of An Ying’s lips, making her expression complex and subtle. Bao Shaojin stood aside, his sharp eyes holding a hidden glint, as he nonchalantly mentioned, "Aunt An, when An Yin heard you were hospitalized, she fainted from the shock. She insisted on coming to see you as soon as she regained consciousness. The doctor advised that she needs to rest well for the next few days. Under the current circumstances, it might be difficult..." The man was impeccably dressed in a suit, his chiseled, resolute face with well-defined lines, and his bright eyes exuded confidence. The man in front of her was skilled at manipulating people’s minds, and his intentions were deceitful. The thought of his ulterior motives for her daughter deepened An Ying’s worries. An Ying clearly understood her daughter. An Yin was naive, kind-hearted, and inexperienced in the world, holding onto beautiful expectations of life, never judging others with malice. With such a pure-hearted daughter, how could An Ying feel at ease with her getting close to this man? An Yin saw her mother silent for a long time and was about to offer some comfort when An Ying’s soft "hmm" reached her ears. "I’ll make arrangements." Bao Shaojin spoke promptly. An Ying watched the man’s words and actions passively on the surface. "Thank you." An Yin couldn’t hide her joy. Following this, An Ying truly witnessed the man’s capabilities. It took less than ten minutes to transfer from a regular ward to a comfortable, spacious deluxe ward. What’s more, as she was wheeled into the room, a kind-looking woman was already there. When An Yin saw the person in the ward, she exclaimed in surprise, "Aunt Zhang." Bao Shaojin actually brought Aunt Zhang here? "Miss An." Aunt Zhang smiled as she explained, "Sir asked me to come and help." An Yin turned her head, looking at the man behind her, shyly saying in a small voice, "I can take good care of Mom, you didn’t need to bring Aunt Zhang." Although her voice was soft, everyone present heard it. Aunt Zhang was well aware of the young girl’s shyness, and even before the man could speak, she warmly said, "It’s okay, sir is just worried about you getting tired." An Yin’s face flushed, and she didn’t dare to look at Madam An’s expression. In the center of the ward was a comfortable bed. After placing An Ying on the bed, the nurses left. Although the area in her cast was uncomfortable, An Ying still paid attention to everything happening in the room. The standing woman was clearly someone invited by the man, but her daughter seemed to know her well. As An Ying pondered, the woman stepped forward slowly to introduce herself. An Ying responded with a polite smile. During their conversation, Bao Shaojin took a step forward, getting closer to the young girl, and whispered in her ear, "Aunt Zhang will be here for a while." "It’s not necessary, I..." "Considering Aunt An’s condition, she needs constant care. Are you sure you can stay awake all the time?" The man interrupted her unrealistic expectations, speaking frankly. For more chapters visıt 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥 "I can, I can try." Hearing the man’s strong words, An Yin stubbornly retorted, but as she continued to speak, she lost confidence, with the last few words probably only heard by herself. "Be good; if you exhaust yourself, Aunt An will worry again." Bao Shaojin reminded. Even though he spoke the truth, An Yin still felt uneasy, wanting to argue back but finding no reason to do so. In the end, she could only comply with his arrangement. The room they were currently in was like Heaven compared to the previous ordinary ward. A large LCD TV hung on the wall, surrounded by greenery, and most importantly, the ward had several rest rooms for the companions to relax. An Yin had woken up in a similar environment before, so she wasn’t unfamiliar with it. After settling An Ying, Bao Shaojin received a call and hurriedly left the ward. On the first day of moving into the deluxe ward, Aunt Zhang took care of everything. Applying anti-itch cream, wiping the body... After all, she had worked for the Bao Family for many years, doing her job efficiently and meticulously. An Ying, concerned about her young daughter, avoided some of the more awkward matters. Aunt Zhang went to rest in the inner room. An Yin lay on the couch beside the hospital bed, covered with a thin blanket. In the spacious room, only a corridor light was left on. The mother and daughter had been silent for a long time, seeming to wait for the other to speak first. An Ying slowly turned her head, looking at her daughter who was pretending to sleep on the couch, her face showing a trace of doting. "Speak up." An Ying’s tone carried a hint of seriousness. The surroundings were quiet, reaching the point where a pin drop could be heard. The young girl on the couch curled up like a little turtle, quietly holding onto the blanket, trying to cover her face. "Yinyin, avoiding won’t work. I already met him." An Ying reminded. An Yin shrank further, like a little ostrich, taking a long time to squeeze out a sentence, "I don’t know what to say." An Yin pretended not to understand, while her fair cheeks were tenderly pink, making her look charming and alluring. "Have you two had a relationship?" An Ying intently watched her daughter. "Mom..." An Yin took a deep breath, her face flushed with shyness as she exclaimed, "Don’t be silly. Bao Shaojin and I aren’t what you think." Seeing her daughter’s embarrassed and angry expression, An Ying finally felt a sense of relief. An Yin couldn’t hide her feelings; her intense reaction was proof enough that she truly wasn’t involved with him.