The Genius Sweetheart of the Abstinent Goblin Boss

Looking away from her gaze, Jiang Manxi felt a pang of heartache seeing the once quiet and elegant woman worn down by marriage and illness.

"Sister Anlian, your health..." Jiang Manxi asked cautiously with concern.

"Hmm?" An Lian only then realized that Jiang Manxi seemed to be repeatedly concerned about her health.

She probably misunderstood and thought she was sick and hospitalized.

“Manxi, I’m not sick,” Anlian explained.

"Huh?" Jiang Manxi immediately felt extremely embarrassed. "Ah... I'm sorry, Sister An Lian, I..."

An Lian smiled nonchalantly, "It's nothing."

Her smile was bitter. She thought that it was probably because she looked so haggard that Manxi misunderstood her.

Come to think of it, I haven't had a proper rest in a long time, let alone any thought for my appearance.

Jiang Manxi frantically picked at her fingers, "Then why..."

Although Jiang Manxi didn't ask the question out loud, An Lian naturally knew what her question was.

Thinking of the answer, her eyes dimmed even more.

'Knock knock...' Someone knocked on the door.

This time, An Lian didn't open the door, which puzzled Jiang Manxi, who was wondering whether she should get up and open it herself.

The next second, the person pushed the door open and came in.

It was An Lian's maid. She walked straight into the reception room, paused slightly when she saw Jiang Manxi, then lowered her head to show respect, and then faced An Lian, placing the insulated food container in front of her.

"Miss, this is the meal Ms. Jing prepared today."

An Lian's face remained expressionless. "How many times have I told you, don't bring it over again."

The maid was also in a dilemma. The young lady had assigned her to take care of Ms. Jingying and the second young master Zeng, but they basically didn't need to do anything themselves. Ms. Jingying took care of all the cleaning and housework every day.

My only job each day is to deliver meals to the young lady, and she's getting thinner and thinner, which makes me, as a long-time employee of Anjia, feel very sorry for her.

"Miss, please don't take offense, but Ms. Jing spends a lot of time studying nutrition and recipes every day."

I can tell she genuinely wants you to be well. No matter what, if you don't take care of your health, even if Mr. Zeng wakes up, he will still feel terrible.

Upon hearing what was said earlier, An Lian's eyes became noticeably colder, but when Zeng Yan was mentioned, the coldness in her eyes vanished.

She looked up and stared directly into the maid's face. The maid, realizing she had spoken out of turn, lowered her head and waited for her mistress to reprimand her.

Jiang Manxi glanced at the maid, then secretly looked at An Lian, quickly processing the maid's words in her mind.

Who is Ms. Jing? And which Mr. Zeng is this? Perhaps Zeng Yan?

But what about that line, "Even if Mr. Zeng wakes up?"

Mr. Zeng won't wake up? Why?

Looking at the maid who had taken care of her for many years, An Lian finally couldn't bring herself to vent her anger on her.

"Alright, just leave it there."

"Yes, Miss." The maid then left.

Jiang Manxi didn't dare to breathe loudly the whole time; she had never seen Sister Anlian so tough.

But it was clear that her tough stance wasn't directed at the maid, but rather at the 'Ms. Kyo' the maid had mentioned.

However, she didn't know who that person was, so she didn't want to ask, lest she seem too gossipy.

However, looking around the ward now, it was unusually quiet. Since Sister An Lian wasn't sick, it meant there was someone else in the room, but since she came in, there hadn't been a sound at all, as if no one was there.

Combining this with the earlier statement, "Even if Mr. Zeng wakes up," she suddenly seemed to understand something.

"Sister Anlian, the person hospitalized inside is..."

"Yes, it's Zeng Yan," An Lian confessed.

Jiang Manxi was still quite shocked.

Although Zeng Yichen explained that Zeng Yan deliberately created the Chen Shimei persona for some purpose, that scumbag persona is obviously still too deeply ingrained in people's minds.

She herself often spoke out in defense of An Lian, and repeatedly cursed Zeng Yan for not worthy of breathing air.

But when he suddenly learned that his curses had come true, his inner doubts far outweighed his joy at knowing that the villain had gotten his comeuppance.

“He took a bullet for me,” An Lian recounted. “The doctor said it’s unlikely he’ll ever wake up again.”

Jiang Manxi's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't reconcile the image of the scumbag in her mind with that of a man who shielded his ex-wife from a bullet.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and patted An Lian's arm reassuringly.

There's always hope.

After hesitating for a long time, all she could come up with was this useless sentence.

But Anlian remained steadfast in this belief and nodded.

"Ah."

Jiang Manxi felt very sad when she saw her appearance.

Does this mean that if Zeng Yan doesn't wake up, An Lian will have to stay by his side like this forever?

If she continues in this state, it's hard to say whether she or Zeng Yan will give up first.

But as an outsider, what right does she have to speak out?

Jiang Manxi glanced at the exquisite insulated box on the coffee table, then looked at An Lian again. Seeing that she couldn't persuade her to rest properly, she thought it would be good for her to at least eat something to replenish her energy.

Thinking about it, she leaned forward, opened the box, and began to coax:

"The maid was right, Sister Anlian, you need to eat more. Brother Zeng Yan risked his life to protect you, so you have to take care of yourself."

As she spoke, Jiang Manxi had already laid out all the inner compartments.

"Wow! It's so lavish and exquisite! It seems they really put a lot of effort into preparing this." Jiang Manxi said this from the bottom of her heart.

Several dishes and carefully prepared desserts, all with excellent color, aroma and taste, and even better presentation than those in five-star hotels.

An Lian had already begun to resist when Jiang Manxi mentioned the lunchbox.

But seeing Jiang Manxi so enthusiastically urging her to eat, and her genuine concern for her in her words, she realized that Jiang Manxi was genuinely concerned about her.

Whether out of gratitude or good manners, she couldn't bring herself to say anything discouraging to Jiang Manxi.

It wasn't until Jiang Manxi handed her the cutlery that she finally understood.

"Try it quickly."

Jiang Manxi was pleased to see that she did not resist as forcefully as she had resisted the maid.

An Lian gripped the cutlery tightly, finally sighed, and placed it in Jiang Manxi's hands.

"you eat."

"Huh?" Jiang Manxi's eyelids drooped instantly. "Sister An Lian..."

“This was made by Zeng Yan’s mother,” An Lian said softly.

"Huh?" Jiang Manxi was taken aback.

Zeng Yan's mother is naturally also Zeng Yichen's mother.

She had already heard Zeng Yichen mention the sudden resurrection of Zeng's first wife beforehand, so she didn't show much surprise.

But their mother is still alive, which should be a good thing no matter how you look at it.

Given An Lian's unwavering support for Zeng Yan, she shouldn't be so hostile towards his mother.