SFS Chapter 302 Performance
Chapter 302 Performance
The door was pushed open with a creak, and warm light poured in instantly.
Ruan Mei, the young lady of the He family, walked in with a smile on her face as usual, holding a bowl of steaming medicine in her hand.
"Husband, you're finally awake!" Ruan Mei's voice was filled with surprise and eagerness. She walked hurriedly, with only "He Jinyan" on the bed in her eyes.
Seeing this, Sun Ying immediately lowered her head, flashed and retreated to the corner, looking like a well-behaved maid. She secretly raised her eyes and observed everything in front of her.
"Mei'er." The fake He Jinyan quickly adjusted his state, with just the right amount of weakness and gentleness appearing on his face. He reached out to hold Ruan Mei's hand.
Ruan Mei quickly stepped forward, put the medicine aside, held the outstretched hand tightly with both hands, and her eyes instantly turned red.
"My husband, you have been sleeping for several days. I... I was almost worried to death! When the doctor said your condition was critical, I felt like the sky was falling." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.
The fake He Jinyan patted Ruan Mei's hand gently and said softly, "It's my fault. I made you worry. I won't do it again."
Sun Ying stood aside, quietly watching the couple's "performance" and snorted in her heart.
She knew that although the He family appeared to be a loving couple with loving mothers and filial children, there were actually undercurrents and various forces were fighting openly and secretly for their own interests.
Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the corridor.
Before anyone entered the room, an anxious voice came in: "Yan'er, how is my Yan'er?"
Sun Ying raised her eyes slightly and saw the eldest lady Chen Caizhu, dressed in gorgeous clothes, rushing into the room in a panic, followed by a group of maids and servants with different expressions. They stopped at the door and waited respectfully.
"Mom." When the fake He Jinyan saw Chen Caizhu, a subtle nervousness flashed across his face, but it was instantly replaced by an aggrieved expression, and his voice was a bit coquettish, "Mom, you're here."
Chen Caizhu walked to the bedside, grabbed the fake He Jinyan's other hand, looked him up and down, her eyes reddened: "You scared me to death, kid. If anything happened to you, how would I live?"
Seeing this, Ruan Mei stood up gently and silently stepped aside to make room for Chen Caizhu. A trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly covered up by a decent smile.
Chen Caizhu was speaking with heartache when she heard steady footsteps outside the door.
Sun Ying's heart trembled, knowing that He Weifeng, the head of the He family, had come.
He Weifeng strode into the room. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He scanned the room and finally landed on the fake He Jinyan.
"Yan'er, how do you feel?" The voice was low and majestic.
Mudik immediately sat up straight and said respectfully, "Father, I'm much better now. I'm sorry for worrying about you."
He Weifeng nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on the fake He Jinyan's face for a moment, as if he was exploring something.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became oppressive, and everyone held their breath, waiting for He Weifeng's next words.
Mudik stood in front of the large carved bed. On the surface, he looked gentle, like a frail young man, but in fact, his heart was as tight as a string, and every look and every word were carefully calculated.
He knew very well that at this moment in the He family mansion, he was like walking on a knife edge, and any mistake would lead to his downfall.
He Weifeng's sharp hawk-like eyes scanned his face back and forth, as if he wanted to peel off his disguise layer by layer and explore the truth behind it.
Mudik simply lowered his eyes slightly, revealing a weak yet respectful smile, and said softly, "Father, I'm truly ashamed that I wasn't able to help our family during this time of my son's injury."
He Weifeng snorted coldly, "Hmph! It's good that you feel ashamed. Your injury has thrown our family into chaos. When you feel better, go to the ancestral hall and reflect on yourself. Think about how to restore the He family's prestige in this city."
Mudik nodded quickly, "Yes, father's teachings, I will remember them in my heart."
Chen Caizhu, who was standing beside him, pulled his hand distressedly, her eyes reddened. "Master, Yan'er has just woken up, don't be so harsh. He has suffered so much and his body is still weak!"
He Weifeng frowned, but said nothing more.
Ruan Mei stood silently by, her eyes occasionally falling on Mudik who was pretending to be He Jinyan, with a hint of imperceptible worry in her concern.
Sun Ying stood in the corner, head down, heart beating like thunder.
She secretly raised her eyes and watched the fake He Jinyan maneuvering in front of everyone, secretly sweating. As long as there was a slight flaw, such as an unfamiliar movement or a wrong name, they would be exposed in an instant. At that time, what awaited them would be the most cruel punishment of the He family, and dying without a complete body would be a luxury.
Fortunately, the fake He Jinyan was indeed a carefully planned person. Every reaction and every response was extremely accurate, as if he was really He Jinyan, the pampered and beloved only son of the He family.
Sun Ying was secretly amazed in her heart. If she had not been involved in this conspiracy, she would probably have been completely deceived by his superb acting skills.
When everyone finally left, only Sun Ying and the fake He Jinyan were left in the room.
Sun Ying suddenly collapsed on the edge of the bed, raised her hand and wiped the dense cold sweat on her forehead. Her back was already soaked with sweat and felt cold against her body.
"Huh..." She breathed a sigh of relief. "That was really thrilling just now. I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest."
Mudik breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his temples. "It's certainly not easy, but the first step is a success."
A fierce look flashed in his eyes, "He family, just wait! I will settle this account sooner or later."
Sun Ying looked at him, a complicated look flashing in her eyes. "What should we do next? The tornado in Longmen City is about to hit, and the He family is in chaos right now. This is our chance."
Mudik sneered, "According to the original plan, we should stabilize the He family first, wait for this storm to pass, and then disintegrate them step by step."
At the same time, on the East China Sea Island, the night was like a thick black cloth, tightly wrapping the entire island. The strong wind and heavy rain were roaring like thousands of troops, and the sky and the earth were in chaos.
Murong Chen's small body trembled in Chu Lingfeng's arms. He clutched the corner of Chu Lingfeng's clothes tightly, and cried in a sobbing voice: "Uncle Chu, I'm scared..."
Chu Lingfeng patted his back gently, looking warily at the window battered by the wind and rain, and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, your uncle is here, nothing will happen."
Huo Zihao hid in Murong Ling'er's arms, his big eyes full of fear. He didn't even dare to look at the flowers and plants in the yard that were blown all over the place by the strong wind.
"Sister, why is the wind so strong?" he asked in a crying voice.
Murong Linger gently touched his head and said softly, "It's okay, this storm will eventually pass. We are safe in the house."
Although her tone was gentle, her eyes revealed determination and calmness. In this storm, she was like a calm beacon.
The doors and windows of the stone house were banging against the wind and rain, as if they would be torn apart at any time. The whole house was shaking violently in the strong wind, like a lonely boat drifting in the stormy waves, in danger of being swallowed up at any time.
Chu Lingfeng turned his head to look at Murong Ling'er. At the moment when lightning flashed across the night sky, he saw Murong Ling'er's indifferent expression, and his heart couldn't help but move.
"Miss Murong, look at how fierce the storm is. Everyone else would be a little frightened, but you seem completely fearless. It's truly amazing."
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a hint of smile in his eyes. He made such a teasing intentionally, just to ease the slightly tense atmosphere at the moment so that everyone could relax.
Murong Linger smiled slightly, "There's no point in being afraid. It's better to face it calmly. Although this storm is fierce, it will eventually pass."
Her voice was particularly clear amidst the sound of wind and rain, revealing a reassuring power.