Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

In his previous life, this necklace carried all of Xie Lingan’s grief, but he didn’t expect that it would still be the same in this life.

Another half a year passed, and Chu Ziyu still showed no signs of waking up, but Xie Lingan had become the head of the Xie family. In just half a year, Xie Lingan showed amazing business talent. His title changed from "Young Master of the Xie Family" to "Patriarch of the Xie Family", which was out of reach for all the young masters of aristocratic families.

Even the originally huge industry of the Xie family has doubled by nearly 1/4, especially the medical industry that Xie Lingan has newly invested in. It is basically burning money without any profit. Otherwise, the industry of the Xie family might have been doubled by him. Old Master Xie once wanted to persuade them, but through the gap in the study door, he saw Xie Lingan rubbing his nose and looking very tired. He shook his head, sighed, turned and left.

"My children have grown up and have their own paths. I am too old to take care of them."

The days passed quickly, and several months had passed in the blink of an eye. Since Xie Lingan took over the Xie family, he would come to the Xie hospital every day, no matter how late it was, he would come to visit Chu Ziyu. All of Chu Ziyu's care was done by him personally, as if Chu Ziyu was not an unconscious vegetative person.

Xie Lingan would carefully wipe Chu Ziyu's body, massage his muscles, and speak to him gently. Sometimes, he would tell Chu Ziyu about things that happened in the company; sometimes, he would tell him what books he had read recently; he would even describe in detail a particularly delicious potato he had eaten today.

Although Chu Ziyu did not respond, Xie Lingan still persisted in sharing every detail of his life with him.

Xie Lingan's blackening value is also decreasing day by day, decreasing by one percentage point every day, and Chu Ziyu's injuries have also completely healed.

So Chu Ziyu was not in a hurry to wake up. Instead, he watched Xie Lingan in the space, looking at him with a distressed look every day. He didn't know how satisfied he was.

According to 6872, the corners of his mouth were cracked all the way to his ears, but he didn't even realize it. Every day, he was like a peeping Tom, secretly taking pictures of Xie Lingan in the system space. You should know that his 10GB memory card, which was used to store some happy videos, was full of photos taken by Chu Ziyu.

The night sky was dark, the stars were shining, and the moonlight shone through the window onto Chu Ziyu's face. He slowly opened his eyes.

The look on his face was confused at first, then he lowered his eyelashes slightly, his eyes full of disgust, and muttered to himself.

"Why? Why are you still alive?"

Less than 15 minutes later, hurried footsteps were heard outside the corridor of the ward.

The door was opened with a snap. Xie Lingan's originally neat suit was now a little messy. His meticulously styled hair was also completely disheveled, giving him a young man's casual look. Sweat from his forehead dripped down his cheeks, but his face was filled with joy that he could not hide at all.

But before he even stepped into the ward, he noticed something was wrong with Chu Ziyu.

The look he gave her was filled with obvious hatred.

"Master An, why don't you let me die?"

Xie Lingan's smile froze on his face. He looked at Chu Ziyu lying on the hospital bed in disbelief. Ever since he was reborn, he and Xiaoyu had agreed that they would no longer call him Young Master An. They would always address him by his name. The only one who could call him Young Master Xie was Chu Ziyu in his previous life.

Xie Lingan's lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.

Chu Ziyu turned his head away indifferently, not wanting to look at the person in front of him again.

"Xiao Yu...what are you talking about? It's me, I'm Xie Lingan..." Xie Lingan stretched out his hand and tried to touch Chu Ziyu's face, but he ruthlessly dodged him.

"Don't touch me!" Chu Ziyu's voice was icy cold.

Xie Lingan stood there in a daze.