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After Zuo Zixian returned home, he didn't take too long to pack up his things. He checked himself in the mirror to make sure he didn't find any hidden wounds before going out to the hospital.

After all, she hadn't been to the hospital that night, so she felt that her mother must be exhausted.

If it wasn't because of the kidnapping incident, she should have gone to change her mother.

When she arrived at the hospital, Lin Yuehua had a haggard face, trying his best to smile at her daughter, "Zixian, you're here. Go see daddy."

Actually, they both knew that there was no sign of Zuo Jun waking up at all right now, and all the treatment was to keep him alive. However, they still held onto their hopes, thinking that there would still be a miracle.

Zuo Zisheng nodded and walked to the side of his father's bed, silently looking at his father who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Her father had once been tall and majestic, the person she most adored and relied on. However, now that he was lying motionless on the bed, he had lost a lot of weight. This made Zuo Zixian's heart ache.

Lin Yuehua also suffered greatly these past few days. After all, she had long been accustomed to the life of a Wealthy Class family. She had never experienced such hardships before, and her entire person had aged quite a bit.

But as long as they were together, she believed there was hope. So no matter how hard it was, she clenched her teeth and endured.

"Mom, you should go back to your apartment to rest. Leave this place to me first." Zuo Zi Wu instructed Lin Yuehua, who was at the side. He really couldn't bear to have his mother stay in the hospital every day.

Lin Yuehua hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she still nodded her head, knowing that it would be useless for her to stay.

"Then you stay here with your father and call me if you need anything."

After receiving the nod from the Left Scholar, Lin Yuehua walked out of the ward.

Zuo Zixian sat by the sickbed, touching his father's hand, a sense of desolation rising from the bottom of his heart. She didn't know how much longer it would be, or even where her hopes lay.

However, she never thought of giving up. Whether it was her family's winery or her father's body, she would not give up.

She sat next to her father and suddenly thought of the stories he used to tell her when she was a child. After thinking for a moment, Zuo Zixian took out his phone, found a few small stories, and started telling them to his father.

Her pronunciation was standard, her words were clear, and she was trying very hard to get her voice to her father's ear.

However, after reading a few stories, his father did not react at all.

This was an outcome that Zuo Zisheng had long predicted, and it would have been like this in the first place, but he still felt a little disappointed.

When it was almost 11 AM, Zuo Zixian thought about the lunch agreement with Ling Yiheng, and thought for a moment, then went to the balcony to call him.

Ling Yiheng was concentrating on a document on his laptop and didn't want to answer the phone.

However, when he saw the caller ID, he only hesitated for a few seconds before stopping and slipping towards the button.

"Hello."

When she heard the man's calm and clear voice from the other side of the phone, she didn't know why, but Zuo Zixian felt as if there was a power that made her feel at ease, a power that spread to her heart.

She was dazed for a few seconds before she regained her senses. She turned to Ling Yiheng and politely asked, "Mister Ling, where are you planning to go for lunch?"

The man was very dissatisfied with her unfamiliar yet polite "Mister Ling". His good-looking brows lightly knitted together for a moment, but he didn't reply after a long time.

"Hello, Mister Ling?" Zuo Zixian thought there was something wrong with the signal, so he opened his mouth and gave a tentative shout.

"Don't call me Mister Ling from now on." The man spoke with a voice that was neither too fast nor too slow. It was as if there was a violent, dark wave of rain that was about to arrive under the calm surface.

Zuo Zixian still trusted his intuition as he could tell that Ling Yiheng was not in a good mood.

"Well, what shall I call you?"

"Call me Yi Heng." He spoke very straightforwardly, but with a tone that did not allow for any rejection.

Instantly, Zuo Zizhen froze, feeling his cheeks turn red. With such a intimate way of addressing her, how could she possibly call him that?

The man seemed to know what she was thinking. His cold tone carried a trace of ridicule. "What? Can't you cry out? Don't look, we're not married now. "

He purposefully emphasized the four words, obviously reminding Zuo Zixian.

However, Zuo Zizhen replied without hesitation, "It's a fake married couple, I just agreed to help you deal with those women who want to get close to you and are also socializing with you, I'm not really your fiancée."

She really didn't know what this man was doing. He was always acting so dubious, as if there really was something between them.

Ling Yiheng's eyes darkened. He was very dissatisfied with her reply.