you are a star

The wooden door of the utility room was banged loudly by the housekeeper!
"Qiao Nan, Mr. Liang is awake, get up quickly, if the third young master finds out, you will feel better!"

Qiao Nan broke out in a cold sweat.

When she rushed to the living room, Liang Muxing was being pushed out in a wheelchair by his servants, looked up at her, and laughed.

It was rumored that Liang Muxing suffered from a serious illness three years ago, and after waking up, he turned into the stupid look he is now, completely unable to take care of himself.

But Qiao Nan knew that it was a miracle that he survived.

Because three years ago, he almost died.

"Nannan, Nannan..." He cheerfully called her name.

Qiao Nan wiped off his saliva, took the nutritious porridge brought by the servant, took a sip with a spoon, and handed it to him after it cooled down, talking in a low voice like coaxing a child.

"Today's porridge is delicious, good boy, open your mouth..."

But for some reason, when the spoon came close to his mouth, he suddenly knocked over the bowl in Qiao Nan's hand in a manic manner!

Qiao Nan didn't expect him to go mad suddenly, he couldn't hold the bowl firmly in his hand, and all the hot porridge poured out.

"Ah—" Liang Muxing cried out in pain and rolled to the ground.

"Are you going to burn Mr. Liang to death!" the butler roared angrily, and pushed Qiao Nan away!

Qiao Nan staggered from being pushed by him, and his back hit the low cabinet. His whole back was numb and he couldn't move due to the pain.

The Liang family was in chaos, and everyone scolded her. She broke out in a cold sweat from the pain and supported the low cabinet with her hands, but when she raised her eyes, she froze in place, looking in the direction of the yard with a pale face.

A black car stopped, and the tall and long-legged Liang Feicheng got out of the car.

He is back?

"what happened!"

When the man's cold voice came, the originally chaotic living room fell silent. Everyone turned their heads, and when they saw the man walking in from the door, they lowered their heads in unison, and called out respectfully, "Third Young Master."

Liang Feicheng glanced at everyone indifferently, Liang Muxing was pushed back to the room by the servants, and the doctor was treating his burns at the moment.

The butler took his coat, shook off the unmelted snowflakes on it, and told the story in a low voice.

First, he said that Qiao Nan got up late and made Mr. Liang wait for a long time, and then said that Qiao Nan deliberately scalded Mr. Liang while feeding the porridge, which is why this happened.

The servants surrounding her also began to criticize, one by one, wishing they could poke holes in her body.

Qiao Nan raised his head abruptly, and met Liang Feicheng's cold gaze.

She stood there speechless, she could not quibble, and Liang Feicheng would not believe her words.

really--

"Shut her up in the cellar!"

The housekeeper pushed her into the cellar, "Give me a good reflection!"

The door closed with a bang, and only one meter of light leaked through the crack of the door, which was negligible.

Qiao Nan ran over but tripped over a wooden barrel on the ground in the dark, and fell forward with a piercing pain in the back of his hand.

She was made things difficult by the housekeeper last night. She had to wipe the stairs of the three floors of the main building back and forth five times before she was satisfied. By the time she finished her work, it would have been past meal time. It was impossible for her to leave food for her in the kitchen, and she couldn't even touch it privately. The ingredients in the kitchen can only be hungry until dawn, and she hasn't even drank a sip of water since she woke up.

She didn't know how long she was locked up.

She was cold and hungry, suffered from hypoglycemia, and finally couldn't hold on...

In the dark cellar, Qiao Nan fell to the ground, his satin-black hair slid down his cheeks, revealing half of his amazingly delicate face, but at the moment, he was completely devoid of blood, motionless, like a lifeless puppet.

In a blur of consciousness, she seemed to see someone standing in front of her, but she couldn't see clearly, it was just a vague outline, much like Liang Feicheng.

Qiao Nan moved his pale and chapped lips, "I'm dreaming again..."

"Dream? It seems that the punishment given to you is too light!"

The familiar voice sent a chill down Qiao Nan's spine.

With a bang, the lights came on!

The light was too dazzling, Qiao Nan closed his eyes instinctively, and when he opened them again, he saw Liang Feicheng standing in front of her.

At this moment, he changed into a business suit, and a fine gray cashmere sweater and black slacks complemented his slender figure even more, with a cool and arrogant demeanor.

He really looked like a noble son of a noble family, but Qiao Nan knew Liang Feicheng's ruthlessness better than anyone else.

He looked down at Qiao Nan with no warmth in his eyes, "Do you think I'm wronged because I don't know right from wrong?"

Qiao Nan sat up with his hands propped up. After being hungry for such a long time, his body was covered with cold sweat. His whole body seemed to be floating in the air, and Liang Feicheng's voice seemed to come from far away.

But it was so clear that she could hear the sarcasm and coldness in his tone.

She opened her mouth, her throat was dry and sore, and she said in a hoarse voice, "No."

That was his elder brother, whom he regarded as his father.

Regardless of whether she really scalded Liang Muxing on purpose, in Liang Feicheng's view, she had hurt Liang Muxing.

Therefore, she knew that it was useless to explain, and Liang Feicheng would not listen to her excuse.

He took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, and the flames from the lighter reflected his stern side face. He slowly exhaled the smoke, and the shaken ash fell on the back of Qiao Nan's hand. The hot temperature almost eroded Her skin was so hot that she shivered.

Following Liang Feicheng's words, her eye circles gradually turned red——

"Three years ago, my elder brother was so lucky that he didn't die at your hands. Now that he is stupid, can you bully him at will!"

Qiao Nan's face was pale, and he was short of breath when he was excited by Liang Feicheng's words. Without thinking about it, he stood up tremblingly, and grabbed Liang Feicheng's hand, "I didn't hurt Uncle Liang!"

"You don't deserve to call him Uncle Liang!" Liang Feicheng threw her away resolutely!
Qiao Nan was thrown staggeringly, and the back of her hand felt a sharp pain. She looked at him with red eyes, "Today was just an accident, and this kind of thing will never happen again."

"Remember what you said today, and you will never forgive me next time!"

Liang Feicheng glanced at the back of her hand secretly, then turned and left the cellar.

"Third Young Master, do you want to keep her locked up?" Xiao Jiu asked after her.

Liang Feicheng turned his eyes to the yard. It was dark now, the north wind was howling, and there was heavy snow outside.

He stopped, the darkness in the depths of his eyes was thicker than the night, no one knew what was going on in his mind.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and clenched his fingers hanging by his side into fists, "Since the elder brother didn't see her and refused to fall asleep, let's let it go first."

Seeing Qiao Nan coming back, Liang Muxing danced like a child, happily calling her name: "Nan Nan, Nan Nan, you are finally back!"

Although it has been three years, Liang Muxing has always been like this, but every time he sees him like this, Qiao Nan always thinks of the all-powerful Liang Muxing in the past. The end of a generation of heroes is so embarrassing.

People outside naturally didn't dare to make jokes blatantly, but they all said Liang Muxing was a fool behind his back.

If it wasn't for that...

"Uncle Liang, why are you still awake?" Qiao Nan walked to the bed sadly, sat down, and looked at the middle-aged man who was over half a century old in front of him.

"It hurts, my hands hurt so much!" Liang Muxing raised his hands and said aggrievedly.

Qiao Nan dragged his scalded hands. There were several blisters on the red back of his hands. Fortunately, he took the medicine in time and there was no infection.

It was inevitable that there would be a burst of self-blame in her heart. If she had been more careful, she would not have hurt him.

"Then if Nan Nan blows it on for you, it won't hurt anymore." She took his hand in her hands, lowered her head and blew carefully.

The back of his hands felt cool and comfortable, and sure enough, Liang Muxing stopped making noise.

After Liang Muxing was stupid, only Qiao Nan could comfort him in the Liang family, and he listened to Qiao Nan's words the most.

In the past, Liang Muxing loved Qiao Nan the most when he was sober. Everyone joked that Qiao Nan was like Liang Muxing's own daughter, not at all like an adopted daughter.

Liang Muxing suddenly grabbed Qiao Nan's hand and exclaimed, "Nan Nan, I'm hurt!"

Qiao Nan looked down at his hand, the original white hand was flushed red, the blisters on the back of the hand were worn out, and although the oozing blood was coagulated and scabbed, it looked very shocking.

In fact, most of the bowl of porridge this morning was spilled on her hands, but everyone's attention was on Liang Muxing, who would care about her, the sinner's daughter.

Liang Muxing imitated what she did just now, blowing on the back of her hand while looking up at her: "Nannan, does it hurt?"

In this family, Liang Muxing, who doesn't know anything, is the only one who treats her well, as always.

Qiao Nan's nasal cavity was sore, tears rolled in his eyes, but he still smiled and shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, you forgot, Nan Nan is a superwoman, she is not afraid of pain at all."

After putting Liang Muxing to sleep, Qiao Nan quietly went back to his room.

She turned the doorknob of the room, turned on the light, and looked up to see a burn ointment on the bedside table.