My sisters drove me away, and now they are crying and begging for my forgiveness?

"Mom." Lin An held her back. No matter how old you are, you all need affection. Qin Tinghan was unlucky in marriage, and he didn't want the same bad thing to happen to his mother. "That's not what I meant, Mom. I know you run the delicatessen by yourself. When you're busy and lonely, you need someone to comfort you. Let me meet him."

Jiang Qing looked back at her son. Talking about love at her age was a fantasy. Even if there was something going on, she would be laughed at by others. Thinking of this, she really regretted what she had just said: "Anzi, Mom was obsessed for a while and didn't think about the consequences of this matter. Mom is afraid of those rumors that I am disrespectful to my age. Don't worry about it. I will explain it to him later."

"Mom." Lin An pulled his mother to sit down, "Can you tell me how you two met?"

Seeing that her son was accepting and the atmosphere was okay, Jiang Qing was no longer so resistant. She seemed to be lost in some memories, with a slight smile on her lips: "He is the person who supplies the store. You know, raw meat is too heavy. He often helps me do the hard labor, and we became familiar with each other after a while."

"He is a good man. His wife had been ill for more than ten years, and he took care of her every day until she passed away. After her death, he focused on his business. His children have grown up, one is in college, and the other is already working. It's not that no one has tried to match him up with a girl, but he just doesn't feel that way."

Lin An could see that when his mother talked about someone, the smile on her face was very gentle, and she was in a very relaxed state.

"I didn't have that thought originally, I just thought he was a good person. Or that day, your Aunt Su didn't come because of something, I was so busy that I forgot the time and had hypoglycemia. He happened to come to deliver meat to the store, and he hurriedly carried me to the hospital. When I ran there, I found out that I had hypoglycemia. It was a joke."

"It was also from that day that he started asking me out for dinner from time to time. I could vaguely sense his feelings for me. After that, we..."

Shyness knows no age limit, and when it comes to love, Jiang Qing's mentality is that of a young man.

Lin An looked at his mother's red face and lowered head, and suddenly found her very cute: "Did he confess to you?"

"We are both this age now, there is no need to express our feelings. He just asked me if I was willing to be with him and said that he would treat me wholeheartedly, and I..."

He couldn't help himself. If the man was really a good helper to his mother's career, he would be happy to help him. But Lin An inevitably heard something wrong.

"Mom, I don't object to you making friends. If you can make more friends, your spare time will be more fulfilling." Lin An didn't want his mother to misunderstand him, so he made his position clear first.

Mother Qin looked at him in surprise: "An Zi, you really don't object?"

"Yes." Lin An readily agreed, "But I need to meet him first. How about this, I'll go to the store with you tomorrow morning. Don't tell him who I am yet. I'll just watch for a while."

Mother Qin opened her mouth. Brother Yang treated her very well. She had not experienced the feeling of being cared for by the opposite sex for many years. If possible, she still wanted to fight for it: "Okay, Anzi, whether I can succeed with him or not, everything depends on your consideration. Mom is not to the point where she can't live without a man."

I don't know why, but this always sounds a bit sad.

Young women always think that having children by their side is a blessing, but sooner or later their children will get married and start their own families. What should women do then?

Lin An seemed to have confused the situations of Qin Tinghan and his mother. If Qin Tinghan gave up this one, there would be another one, but as for his mother, that might not be the case.

midnight.

Lin An, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone. He picked up the phone and checked the time. It was past midnight.

If Zhuang Shen's name hadn't been displayed on the screen, he would have almost thought that someone was playing a prank on him. Who would disturb someone who could only be called a friend in the middle of the night?

The call was connected. As soon as I put the phone to my ear, I heard Zhuang Shen's hoarse voice: "Mr. Lin, I have a fever. There is no medicine at home. I am..."

Zhuang Shen's voice was sometimes high and sometimes low. He seemed to be delirious due to the fever and his words were unclear.

Lin An sat up with a start: "Where are you?"

"I am..." This time Zhuang Shen explained clearly.

As soon as Lin An heard the name of the community, he knew it was the high-end duplex community next door. He didn't have time to think about why Zhuang Shen was there. He immediately changed his clothes, took his medicine box and went out, asking as he walked: "Unit number, floor, and also, give me the access authority."

Zhuang Shen managed to finish his words but finally couldn't hold on any longer. His head tilted and he fainted.

Lin An took the elevator directly to the garage and drove quickly towards the next neighborhood.

He asked the community security guard for permission to enter the door, went straight to the floor where Zhuang Shen was, clicked on the password input, and soon the door opened.

At the same time, Zhuang Shen, who was in a daze, accidentally touched a number, and the phone was dialed instantly. The name of the outgoing call was displayed on the screen.

At that time, Qi.

After entering the house, Lin An turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone and fumbled to turn on the light. The moment the chandelier was turned on, the whole living room was shining with golden light. It was obvious that the house was very big, and big meant there were many rooms.

Lin An patiently went to look for him. Fortunately, Zhuang Shen's room was not far from the door, just around the corner on the second floor.

The door was not closed. He pushed it open gently and saw Zhuang Shen lying on the ground. The off-white quilt covered his lower body and his exposed face was flushed.

Lin An touched his forehead and was shocked by the scorching heat. He quickly took out the antipyretic medicine and poured him a glass of water.

However, Zhuang Shen was in a coma and was not fully conscious. Lin An was feeling a bit overwhelmed. While he was thinking about how to feed him medicine, the sound of the combination lock opening outside the door did not alarm Lin An, and a figure walked in from outside the door.

When he saw the light turned on in the living room, Shi Qi paused, then his face changed, and he immediately rushed to Zhuang Shen's room.

The door was pushed open violently and hit the wall with a bang.

Just as he was about to dissolve the medicine in a spoon and feed it to Zhuang Shen, Lin An was shocked by the noise and stopped, looking at the person in surprise.

"Mr. Lin?" Shi Qi was also stunned. After he reacted, his expression changed again. "How is he?"

"He has a fever. Since you are here, help me help him up and I will feed him medicine." Lin An was not surprised why Shi Qi came.

Shi Qi walked over in a daze, bent over and carried Zhuang Shen back to the bed.

The body he touched was incredibly soft. Shi Qi paused, thinking that it was because Zhuang Shen was exhausted. It was just a rain attack, so why was it so serious?

Shi Qi felt helpless and a little distressed as he watched Lin An pry open Zhuang Shen's mouth and feed him the medicine.

After feeding him the medicine, Lin An said, "Put him down first. His fever is too high. Antipyretic medicine alone is not enough. I need acupuncture to assist."

As he spoke, Lin An habitually placed his hand on his pulse, but his fingers suddenly froze when they touched Zhuang Shen's body.

Seeing Lin An's hand bounce up in a second, Shi Qi also became nervous: "Mr. Lin, what's wrong? Is he seriously ill? Otherwise, let's take him to the hospital."

"No need." Lin An's complexion returned to normal. "Pull up his sleeve. It's not a big problem. Just give him acupuncture on his arm."

Shi Qi still didn’t quite understand. It wasn’t like there was something wrong with his arm, so why would he give him acupuncture on his arm?

Although he did not inherit his grandfather's medical skills, he knew a lot from what he saw and heard from the old man. Lin An's acupuncture technique was something he had never seen or heard of before.

However, seeing that the silver needle had been inserted into an exceptionally slender and soft arm, Shi Qi frowned. Why didn’t he think that Zhuang Shen looked so much like a woman before?

Thinking of this, he moved his gaze to his face.