Rebirth Mission

Leng Gongze's eye twitched slightly.

Why does Jing'er always want to hug that boy's thighs? Aren't her legs big enough for her to hug?

Although I had planned to cover for Jing'er, I could hear her calling Shen Junsi in her heart.

I'm in such a bad mood!

What's wrong with being a business genius? What's wrong with him?

Leng Hongwen looked at his eldest son teasingly.

"Why, are you still afraid of that gigolo?"

Leng Gongze sighed: "Don't be afraid."

Of course he is not afraid. In terms of background, experience and means, Leng Gongze is several steps higher than Shen Junsi.

But even if I own the whole world and have prepared everything, what’s the use if Jing’er doesn’t even take a look at it.

Leng Yujing looked at Lan Shu's somewhat surprised eyes and smiled confidently: "Believe me, there is still money."

[If I can protect the academy that my mother values, let alone two hundred thousand, one million or ten million will do.]

Lan Shu curled his fingers.

"Okay, I'll accept it. Please send me the activity plan."

After completing the operation, Leng Yujing yawned again and felt a little confused.

"You must be sleepy. Go to bed now."

Lan Shu didn't want to drive her away, but Jing'er's inner voice was too much for her to resist. If she continued like this, the secret that she could hear her inner voice would be exposed and she would not be able to hide it.

"You look so sleepy that tears are coming out..." Lan Shu reached out to touch Jing'er's face, but suddenly froze. He then touched her forehead and frowned, "Do you have a fever?"

Everyone stopped what they were pretending to be doing, and Leng Shangxu walked over to check.

"I do have a fever. It's very hot."

Uncle Mu brought the thermometer at the right time, and Leng Shangxu took it and clamped it for Jing'er without saying a word.

As a doctor, I am still used to using mercury thermometers.

Leng Yujing did feel dizzy and touched her forehead.

"I don't think I have a fever."

"Let's measure it first." Leng Shangxu completely forgot about the disappointment that Jing'er refused to accept his apology at noon, and now he was only concerned about Jing'er's illness.

"Uncle Mu, prepare some hot water and ice cubes, and ask the kitchen to make some ginger soup and some winter melon soup."

A few minutes later, Leng Yujing handed over the thermometer.

"38 degrees, go back to your room and lie down."

Leng Yujing dodged Leng Shangxu's hand and stood up.

"I can go back by myself..."

Leng Yujing suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head and her eyes turned black.

"Jinger!"

Leng Shangxu was quick to hug the unconscious Leng Yujing.

Leng Zhengrui: "I remember now. Jing'er didn't eat anything at dinner and said she wasn't hungry."

Uncle Mu also interjected: "Sixth Miss didn't eat much at lunch."

Lan Shu looked worried: "He must be sick and has no appetite. Why did he suddenly have such a high fever?"

Leng Shangxu felt his pulse and said, "My blood sugar is a bit low. Uncle Mu, keep the soup warm after it's boiled."

Uncle Mu nodded and watched the group of people go upstairs in a mighty procession.

When I arrived outside Leng Yujing's room and opened the door, a cool breeze blew in my face.

"Little girl, why is the air conditioner on so low?"

After adjusting the air conditioning temperature in the room, Leng Yujing lay on the bed, her cheeks flushed from the fever, and slept for more than an hour before waking up.

It felt like the air I exhaled was hot and my body was uncomfortable with the heat.

"Jing'er, you're awake."

Leng Yujing turned her head and said in a hoarse voice: "Mom."

"Take the antipyretic first, and try not to talk."

Leng Yujing was helped to sit up, and took the medicine and cup of water from Leng Shangxu and drank them.

Only then did he see clearly that there was a group of people sitting in his room and glanced at the corner.

Leng Yu'an is here too.

After looking into each other's eyes, Leng Yu'an walked to the bedside.

"Sister, are you okay? I heard you had a fever. It's because you set the temperature too low. You made everyone worried and the servants at home were also troubled..."

In order to make Jing'er lie more comfortably, Lan Shu let down her hair which was tied up and placed the hairpin on the bedside table.

At this time, Leng Yujing had already held it in her hand and was pointing it at Leng Yu'an's neck.

"Get out."

When Leng Yu'an saw Leng Yujing pointing at him with a pair of chopsticks, he sneered in his heart, but still followed her excuse and left.

"Sister, I know you are sick and in a bad mood. Don't blame me if you don't like what I say. I'm leaving now."

It just so happened that she didn't want to stay here, and as for the attitude of the Leng family, she no longer cared.

Knowing that the Leng family is now on Leng Yujing's side, they will definitely not rush to confront him for no reason.

Leng Yu'an didn't know about the sword hairpin, but others did.

Fortunately, Jing'er did not pull out the steel sword, otherwise, according to An'an's temper, she would have made a fuss again.

Jing'er needs to rest now. How can she distract herself from dealing with An'an's hidden meaning?

"Cough cough cough..."

Lan Shu helped Leng Yujing to straighten her back and helped her sit down.

Leng Shangxu approached with a bowl in hand.

"Jing'er, you haven't eaten much, drink some soup first."

Lan Shu took it and stirred the soup.

[Don’t they ask me about my attitude towards Leng Yu’an? ]

The Leng family paused, thinking about how to start the conversation so as not to arouse Jing'er's suspicion but also to prevent Jing'er from thinking that they were biased.

Lan Shu scooped up a spoonful of soup and fed it to Leng Yujing's mouth as if nothing had happened.

"Jing'er, don't worry about what An'an said just now. You didn't cause any trouble to anyone. Come, have some soup."

After being interrupted, he stopped thinking about it and just drank the soup that Lan Shu fed him personally.

Winter melon soup is light and sweet, with less salt and oil, which is perfect for Leng Yujing who has no appetite now.

After drinking the soup, ginger soup was served. There were red dates and brown sugar in it, but the flavor of ginger could still be smelled.

Leng Zhengrui stopped him: "Second brother, Jing'er doesn't like ginger."

"I know, but ginger can help dispel heat and cold, Jing'er, can you drink a little?"

Maybe it’s because I’m sick and I feel a little fragile inside, so I don’t want to reject the care of my family.

"Ah."

Seeing that Lan Shu still wanted to feed him, he raised his hand to stop her.

"Mom, I'll drink it myself."

Ginger soup is not winter melon soup. The longer you drink it, the more uncomfortable you will feel.

At the rate Lan Shu fed him soup, he would be tortured for several minutes.

I reached out to take the ginger soup, tested the temperature, and found it was just right, so I drank it all in one breath.

His expression didn't change at all, which surprised everyone else.

The smell of this ginger soup is enough to make people frown. Jing'er, who hates ginger so much, just drank it with no expression on her face?

Leng Zhengrui said: "Jing'er, don't you hate Jiang?"

Leng Yujing raised her eyes: "Well, it is disgusting, but it doesn't mean I can't eat it."

Then I saw the fourth son of the Leng family giving Leng Yujing a thumbs up.

Awesome, I can overcome the instinct to lose control of my facial expressions.

After taking her temperature again and applying a fever-reducing patch, Leng Yujing fell asleep again.

Several people returned to the living room, and Lan Shu sent the activity plan to Leng Gongze.

"Look, Jing'er wrote this."

Leng Gongze read it carefully.

Just like Lan Shu, he was very surprised.

Regulations, logic, and details of rewards and punishments.

Could hardly fault it.

This made Leng Gongze very curious about the plan that Jing'er mentioned.

Jing'er may be more suitable for the business stage than her younger brothers.