The streamer is incredibly popular, and the top spender on her is vying to pamper her.

Chapter 226 Guilty Conscience

"Alright, I've said all my unspeakable things. Please come in, both of you!"

Zhou Xian pushed open the door, his deep eyes as black as ink, yet when he smiled, he gave off a harmless illusion.

Yin Yue's gaze met his. The two remained silent, but both sensed the danger emanating from the other.

A large, seemingly dormant beast, feigning docility.

The other one also concealed its sharp teeth and claws, deliberately disguising itself.

As for the one lying in the hospital bed, he only knows how to use some coquettish tricks to win favor, and he's not worth mentioning.

With her plans completely disrupted, Lin Chen glared at the two superfluous men with an extremely resentful look.

"Ahem, can I have a private talk with Zhouzhou for a bit?"

Lin Chen started coughing again, his pale face flushed a pale red from the violent coughing.

The assistant, who had been standing guard outside the door, thought to himself, "This guy is really good at putting on an act."

With that talent, he could have become a huge star in the entertainment industry. Why did he come here to inherit the family business and torment these poor working-class people?

The two men, however, showed no intention of leaving.

Jiang Zhouzhou glanced at Yin Yue, then at Zhou Xian.

The two men finally moved and left the ward.

Lin Chen, who had finally been given the right to be alone with him, immediately became aggrieved: "Zhou Zhou, you don't know how bad Zhou Xian is. He just deliberately made fun of me, without caring at all that I am an injured person, and said those things that were deliberately provoking me and not good for my wound recovery."

Apply eye drops, apply eye drops like crazy.

Why does she keep calling him "Mistress Lin"? Doesn't Lin Chen deserve to be the official wife?

As for the American cockroach, Lin Chen knew that its status was temporarily a few millimeters higher than his own, so he wisely refrained from sowing discord.

Jiang Zhouzhou took an orange from the fruit basket and slowly peeled off the orange peel.

Then he honestly said, "I'm also afraid of Zhou Xian's mouth."

Lin Chen: "..."

Zhouzhou, oh Zhouzhou! Don't be such a coward!

He broke off a segment from the peeled orange and handed it to Lin Chen, who was almost moved to tears.

This is exactly the scene he imagined! Being taken care of by Zhouzhou and eating the fruit she fed him.

Even though the orange was so sour it made his teeth ache, it still made him feel incredibly sweet.

As for why Zhou Xian was able to take a photo with her cat, Lin Chen didn't ask further, afraid of getting an answer she didn't want to hear.

However, there is some good news: Zhou Xian also failed.

After all, based on his understanding of Zhou Xian, if Zhou Xian really succeeded, it wouldn't just be a photo of them with cats.

"Zhouzhou, can I...can I take a picture with you?"

Lin Chen stared at her expectantly.

Fearing she might refuse, he quickly added, "It's a photo I took as a fan with my favorite streamer."

It was just a group photo, and Jiang Zhouzhou didn't refuse out of politeness, nodding and saying, "Sure."

Seeing that she agreed, Lin Chen quickly found his phone with his other, undamaged hand and opened the camera.

He tilted his body slightly toward Jiang Zhouzhou until both of their faces were in the frame.

The girl on the screen had a sweet smile with her eyes crinkled, and her perfect features were flawless even in front of the camera, making him look like a silly dog ​​who could only grin like an idiot.

He pressed the button, freezing that smile forever.

After taking the photos, Jiang Zhouzhou stood up and said, "Lin Chen, I'm going back now. Don't let your wound get wet. Eat more eggs, walnuts, and salmon lately..."

Listening to Jiang Zhouzhou's rambling, Lin Chen felt his heart was about to be filled with happiness.

But as I listened, something felt off; it seemed like everything they were saying was good for nail growth...

My heart suddenly felt empty!

"Zhouzhou, will you still come to see me?"

Lin Chen blinked his eyes. His eyes were very dark, both dark and bright, and they were a pair of innocent puppy eyes that were hard to resist.

It's hard to imagine that someone like that would actually do those slutty dances in private.

Jiang Zhouzhou tilted her head and bluntly asked, "Are you sure you need to be hospitalized for several days because of a fingernail injury?"

Lin Chen's pupils contracted slightly: "..."

We really shouldn't push our luck too far!

Jiang Zhouzhou handed him the rest of the oranges and gently reminded him in her soft voice, "But be careful in the future. It hurts a lot when you injure your nails, and it takes a long time for them to grow back."

When she was a child, her nails were also injured, with bruises filling the nail bed, and eventually they fell off.

Although Lin Chen deliberately made his injuries look serious, an injury is an injury. Knowing that it wasn't that serious, Jiang Zhouzhou was actually relieved.

Lin Chen's heart trembled. His Zhouzhou... was the kindest and most beautiful little angel!

Meanwhile, the two people in the corridor scrutinized each other with probing eyes.

Even though no one spoke, the atmosphere around them was incredibly oppressive.

The assistant beside him tried to keep a low profile. He naturally recognized Zhou Xian, the troublemaker from the Zhou family, who was a close friend of Little Lin.

As for the other one, he seems somewhat familiar...

Zhou Xian averted his gaze with a hint of amusement, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Having suffered a setback at Gu Nanfeng's hands today, he was unwilling to encounter such a person again.

However, he was somewhat looking forward to the scene when Gu Nanfeng fought him; it was sure to be spectacular.

Since the snipe and the clam are fighting, he's in charge of stealing their home.

By the time Jiang Zhouzhou came out, the subtle atmosphere in the corridor had completely vanished.

"Brother Yin Yue, let's go back!"

Jiang Zhouzhou walked to Yin Yue's side, glanced at Zhou Xian, and was about to say something when Zhou Xian turned his head to the side, his attitude indifferent, as if facing a complete stranger.

Jiang Zhouzhou pursed her lips slightly, said nothing more, and finally left with Yin Yue.

"She's a very pretty girl; every aspect of her is exactly my type."

After Jiang Zhouzhou left, a man walked out with his hands in his pockets. He had a casual demeanor, and his handsome eyebrows had a touch of evil, which somewhat ruined his superior bone structure.

Zhou Xian barely resisted the urge to cut out his tongue: "I came to visit Lin Chen. What are you doing here?"

The man smiled and said, "I heard that the young master of the Lin family was seriously injured and hospitalized, so I came to visit him just like you! I just didn't expect to meet such a girl who suits my taste here."

"With that cute face, it must be really exciting when she cries!"

"And that waist, it looks so flexible."

With each word the man spoke, his unfathomable gaze was fixed on Zhou Xian's face, trying to find a flaw.

"Zhou Xian, did you come here to see Lin Chen, or... to see the woman?"

Zhou Xian's gaze turned cold. Facing the man's probing, she sneered disdainfully: "Zhou Cheng, instead of focusing your attention on me, you might as well take advantage of the old man's life and quickly trick him into revising his will. Maybe you can still inherit a pittance. Otherwise... once he dies, you'd better prepare to beg on the streets!"

His arrogant tone completely crushed the face of the person in front of him.

The old man of the Zhou family was in the hospital room nearby, and it was heavily guarded.

Some people wished he would die quickly, while others tried every possible way to prolong his life.

Knowing full well that his days were numbered, he deliberately toyed with everyone, enjoying the foolish way his unworthy descendants groveled before him for a little inheritance.

Such people are cold-hearted by nature and have no feelings for anyone.

After manipulating others, he said to his youngest and most unruly son, Zhou Xian, "Zhou Xian, of all my sons, you are the most like me, and you are the most qualified to inherit all my assets."

In short, Zhou Xian was thrust into the eye of the storm.

As he lay dying, he watched his brothers put on a cruel show of fighting and vying for power right before his eyes.