Madam's Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 3392: How About I Return the Ji Family to Her?



Ye Wangchuan had already guessed this outcome. "When? Have you decided on a date?"

Qiao Nian's fingertips warmed from the tea. Feeling a headache incoming, she simply said, "I want to leave as soon as possible."

Old Master Ye had already replied.

He texted Ye Wangchuan saying he had already found someone to treat Zhou Zheng's case as a special case. It would be finalized in five days.

Ye Wangchuan told her Old Master Ye's reply.

"... Five days." Qiao Nian calculated. Five days wasn't considered long. It was half the time she had expected. However, her strong sixth sense alerted her that something would happen.

She couldn't tell what would happen. Thus, she could only agree. "Then I'll go to the independent continent in five days."

There was an uproar outside, but it was as if nothing had happened at the storm's center. He Lin knocked on the European-style bedroom door with dinner.

"Patriarch, it's me."

He heard the sound of paper rustling inside, mixed with faint, intermittent coughs.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He Lin's heart tightened before falling weakly. "Patriarch, can I go in?"

He tried his best to sound calm as he spoke.

Finally, a man's hoarse voice came from inside.

"Come in."

He Lin heaved a sigh of relief and pushed the door open.

There was only one light in Ji Lingfeng's bedroom. The dim yellow light shrouded everything in the room. The doors and windows were tightly shut, and even the curtains were tightly drawn. Besides the dull air, only the faint smell of medicine could be smelled.

He Lin seemed used to this scene as he quickly walked towards the man behind the desk.

He put down the porridge and side dishes and said respectfully, "Patriarch, eat something."

Then, he saw from the corner of his eye that Ji Lingfeng had carefully placed an old yellowed photo back into the drawer.

He now knew who the woman in the photo was.

He Lin felt even worse. He looked at the middle-aged man and opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out of his mouth.

"If you have something to say, just say it." Ji Lingfeng did not look up as he took the porridge and slowly ate it with a spoon.

Losing his appetite after two spoonfuls, he pushed the remaining porridge aside, refusing to eat any more.

Seeing that he had eaten so little, He Lin advised softly, "Patriarch, you should at least eat a little more. If you don't want to eat this, I'll get the kitchen to make some soft food again."

"No need." Ji Lingfeng casually rejected. "I don't have the appetite."

"But..." He Lin opened his mouth again. His eyes were already burning.

At this moment, Ji Lingfeng suddenly bent over and coughed violently. He Lin was shocked and quickly handed him a tissue.

Ji Lingfeng covered his mouth with a few tissues and tried to control his body's natural reaction. His entire body seemed to be on the verge of breaking.

As a fishy taste gushed out of his throat, the trembling in Ji Lingfeng's chest finally eased. Without a change in expression, he threw the blood-stained tissue into the trash can as if it was not blood that he had spat out. His eyes were undetectably misty as he leaned back in his chair. With his eyes half-closed, he suddenly asked, "What do you think about me returning the Ji family to her?"