Lin Wan, You Really Disgust Me

The servant hesitated when he saw Lin Weiwei.

"Miss, but the master said—"

Lin Weiwei grabbed Lin Wan's hand affectionately.

"Oh, Daddy was just saying that in the heat of the moment. After all, Sister is still family. I'll talk to him, don't worry."

Ignoring Lin Wan’s resistance, she pulled her into the courtyard.

Once they reached Lin Weiwei’s room on the second floor, Lin Wan shook off her hand.

"What are you up to now?"

Lin Weiwei's smile faded, and a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

"Lin Wan, I know Grandpa left you something before he passed away. I’m here to tell you to hand it over."

Lin Wan’s eyes darkened. "Why should I?"

Lin Weiwei chuckled. "Because your grandmother, the dean, is about to die. Because without funding, the orphanage kids won’t even have winter coats. I also heard that the orphanage walls and windows need repairs. If they aren’t fixed soon, those kids might not survive the winter."

Her voice was soft and coaxing, but her expression was full of satisfaction, as if she had everything under control. She didn’t care how angry Lin Wan was.

"Those useless objects mean nothing to you. Isn’t it better to exchange them for money and save lives? What do you say?"

Lin Weiwei’s words were gentle, but her eyes were filled with arrogance.

Lin Wan suddenly shoved Lin Weiwei against the wall.

"Lin Weiwei, how dare you even think about this? If Grandpa knew—"

"Don't mention Grandpa to me!" Lin Weiwei interrupted, her face full of jealousy and resentment. "I am his real granddaughter, and you’re just an orphan with no parents! Grandpa only favored you because he was blind. Now, I just want to take back what belongs to me. What’s wrong with that?"

Lin Wan slowly released her grip, her heart wavering.

What Lin Weiwei said wasn’t entirely wrong. She desperately needed money right now—for the dean’s hospital bills, the orphanage repairs, and the daily expenses of all those children.

But then, she remembered how Grandpa had tightly held her hand before he died. He had warned her not to use those things unless she had no other choice. He had said they were crucial and could even save her life.

If they weren’t just money, then what were they?

And why was Lin Weiwei so determined to take them?

Lin Wan was cautious. She didn’t answer directly and only said she needed time to think.

Lin Weiwei wasn’t in a hurry. She gave her two days to decide.

After leaving, Lin Wan went straight to the hospital and used all her savings to pay for the dean’s medical bills.

When the doctor asked about the surgery fees, she could only promise to try her best.

The doctor sighed, seeing her difficulty, but he still warned her, "The old lady needs surgery as soon as possible. The longer she waits, the worse it will be."

Lin Wan nodded and left the hospital, feeling as if her entire body had been drained of energy.

What should she do?

It was already noon, and she couldn’t waste any more time. She rushed back to her room—only to find she was too late.

As soon as she stepped inside, she saw the room filled with people. It seemed Huo Tingxiao had thrown another tantrum.

Qin Man turned to her and frowned. "Miss Lin, where did you go?"

Before Lin Wan could answer, Qin Man continued, "I won’t interfere with your personal matters, but now that you’re part of the Huo family, you should know your place. I hope this doesn’t happen again."

With that, she turned and left, closing the door behind her.

Lin Wan put down her bag and began cleaning up the mess. Once she finished, she opened the window. The autumn air was cool, but not cold enough to make him uncomfortable.

But when she turned back to the bed and saw Huo Tingxiao’s dark expression, she felt powerless.

He had once been the envy of everyone, shining like a star. But now…

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Lin Wan opened it to receive a fresh lunch and medicine. To avoid another disaster, she carefully placed her own meal on the coffee table and set the medicine far from his reach.

Huo Tingxiao watched her actions with a cold smile but still showed no interest in eating.

It wasn’t until Lin Wan picked up the bowl and held it up to his lips, as if she were going to feed him, that his expression finally changed.

She smiled brightly. "Husband, is it because I wasn’t here that you lost your appetite?"

Huo Tingxiao almost laughed at her shamelessness. He reached out and pinched her already swollen face.

"Miss Lin, I’m curious. Is your skin as thick as city walls?"

Lin Wan ignored his sarcasm and continued to hold the bowl up.

"Husband, please eat a little. If you don’t eat, you’ll recover more slowly. Don’t you want to get better soon?"

Huo Tingxiao remained unmoved and even tried to push her away.

Unexpectedly, Lin Wan’s expression suddenly shifted. Her voice turned mocking.

"Huo Tingxiao, even a three-year-old knows the importance of eating properly. Are you worse than a child?"

His face darkened instantly. His sharp eyes locked onto her.

"Lin Wan, who gave you the courage?!"

Lin Wan didn’t flinch. She looked completely fearless.

"My responsibility is to take care of you, but if you don’t cooperate, I’ll have to tell Grandpa."

She hadn’t wanted to bring Grandpa into this, but he was simply too uncooperative.

"You really don’t care about your own body," he said.

His expression was so cold it seemed like ice could drip from it. But in the end, he picked up the bowl.

Lin Wan had planned to feed him, but his disgusted look made her stop.

"Lin Wan, you really disgust me."

Her heart stung like it had been pricked with needles, but she forced herself to stay calm.

"Then please cooperate, Mr. Huo. After you finish eating, take your medicine as well. Don’t make things harder for me."

His black eyes flashed coldly, but he still drank the bitter medicine.

Lin Wan sighed in relief. She was about to sit down and eat her own meal when she heard his icy voice.

"What deal did you make with my grandfather?"

Lin Wan’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly put on a coquettish smile.

"Husband, what are you talking about? I’m your wife. Your grandfather is my grandfather. How could there be any deal between us?"

Huo Tingxiao’s cold gaze swept over her, his eyes probing deeply.

But Lin Wan, standing in front of him, was already sweating on her back.

Had he figured something out?

Or… was he starting to remember?