C8 He Was Worried about Her

Leng Huaiqing's brow furrowed as he abruptly stood up. The chair legs screeched against the wooden floor when he pushed it back too quickly, but he, who usually detested noise, paid it no mind. He strode over to Huo Mengmeng and crouched down to check on her.

Seeing her face so deathly pale, his heart clenched. Glancing at his mechanical watch, Leng Huaiqing suddenly realized that the young girl might be on her menstrual cycle. She always felt weaker during her period, and being at an age where appearance mattered to her, she often dieted and skipped meals, which likely led to her hypoglycemia. Coupled with the long punishment of kneeling today, it was no wonder she had fainted.

"Damn it," Leng Huaiqing muttered under his breath.

Without wasting another moment, he swiftly lifted Huo Mengmeng and carried her to the hospital.

After over an hour of receiving IV fluids in the emergency ward, Huo Mengmeng finally came to. She blinked, disoriented. Wasn't she at home, being punished to kneel? Why could she smell the strong scent of disinfectant?

It took her a moment to gather her thoughts, and she faintly recalled passing out during her punishment. Had Leng Huaiqing brought her to the hospital? She found it hard to believe that the cold-hearted devil could show a sudden overflow of compassion.

While she was lost in her skepticism, she overheard voices at the door. One was Leng Huaiqing, inquiring, "Is she truly alright?"

The reply came with a hint of impatience, "Big brother, I've told you eight hundred times. She's just a bit hypoglycemic. She'll be fine once she eats something. Why are you still so concerned?"

Listening to the sounds outside the door, Huo Mengmeng was momentarily taken aback.

Who was Leng Huaiqing worried about?

Could it be her?

A look of incredulity spread across Huo Mengmeng's face.

After a brief moment of shock, she vigorously shook her head.

Leng Huaiqing had done nothing but give her disdainful looks and lectures. The idea that he was worried about her seemed utterly preposterous!

Who knew how much force he had put into swinging that ruler?

At this moment, as Huo Mengmeng lay in the hospital bed, she could still feel a lingering pain in her palm.

Worried about her? Leng Huaiqing? It was more likely he was concerned that his grandfather would find out she had been hospitalized under his harsh discipline and was now hastily covering his tracks by feigning concern in front of others.

Yes, that had to be it!

With his cold, indifferent demeanor, and a face that seemed etched with the word 'heartless,' how could Leng Huaiqing possibly possess any 'sympathy'?

Impossible!

While Huo Mengmeng was lost in these thoughts, Leng Huaiqing, just outside the door, finally spoke up.

His voice carried a tinge of annoyance as he retorted.

"Which eye of yours saw me worried about her? I'm just irritated that the old man will accuse me of bullying her and not taking proper care of her!"

There it was, just as she had expected!

Huo Mengmeng let out a cold snort, her lips curling into a scornful smile.

How could a merciless and cold-hearted devil like Leng Huaiqing understand the meaning of 'concern'?

Anticipating Leng Huaiqing's entrance, Huo Mengmeng quickly closed her eyes, continuing to feign sleep.

However, Leng Huaiqing did not come into the ward. Instead, he murmured to himself, "I forgot to buy something," and then he was gone...