es. Everyone must submit a work. 。There was an uproar among the crowd. It's rare for regular employees to participate in such a formal clothing design competition. 。But someone like Lin Jinran, an in...He woke up, Lin Jinran suffering a splitting headache. He'd spent too long in the cool water yesterday and his hair hadn't dried properly.

Lin Jinran's whole body felt light, as if his head was heavy and his feet were light.

She knew she was ill and should be resting in bed after taking medicine, but from yesterday to now, she hadn't eaten a single bite. She had been tormented by Fu Mo Han for so long that her stomach was already starved into oblivion.

Lin Jin ignited all her strength to prop up her body, wanting to drink some water to alleviate the dryness in her throat. Her clear eyes looked at the cup that had not a single drop of water, and she licked her dry lips.

From now on, she would have to get used to this kind of life. What couldn't she bear compared to losing her mother

After getting out of bed, Lin Jinran felt even worse. Her head was heavy and her legs were light, making her steps unsteady.

She had to lean against the wall to steady herself from falling, and she walked down the long corridor until she reached the top of the stairs. She reached out and grabbed the handrail, then slowly descended the steps one by one.

Downstairs, two people in maid's uniforms were talking to each other. Her appearance drew their attention over.

They stood motionless, only watching as Lin Jinran struggled to climb down the stairs. His delicate and pale face managed to force a faint smile. "Excuse me, where is the kitchen"

"Over there," a maid who looked rather sweet, pointed with her finger towards the kitchen.

The other girl with short hair beside her seemed dissatisfied with the sweet-faced maid's quick response. She gave Lin Jinyan a disdainful look and said coldly, "If you want to eat, make it yourself. This place doesn't raise people who just eat without working."

"Little Rain." The beautiful maid turned in surprise to the short-haired maid named Little Rain, just as she was about to say something.

Lin Jin's weak voice, soft as a whisper, echoed, "Thank you, I understand."

She leaned against the railing, slowly making her way down the stairs, arm outstretched to support herself as she moved towards the kitchen.

The two maids behind her glanced at each other, the sweet girl whispered, "Let's go help her, after all she is still Mrs. now."

“Tiany, don’t get yourself into trouble. If she hadn’t used underhanded tactics, how could the young master have married her Now the young master can’t stand her, if she were smart, she would just be honest and obedient. Otherwise, the young master has plenty of ways to deal with her!” Xiaoyu said to Lin Jinyan’s back, her voice not too loud or soft, just right for Lin Jinyan to hear.

She raised a wry smile, as if she had expected it all along. How could Fu Mo Han possibly let her be a carefree Mrs. Fu

He probably already has countless ways to torture her figured out, Lin Jinyan, keep going, just one year, after one year, you'll be free.

In the kitchen, there were many fresh vegetables and fruits. To Lin Jinran's surprise, there was also leftover rice, which saved her a lot of trouble.

gritting her teeth through the pain, she vaguely made a bowl of fried rice. She only ate two bites before she couldn't eat anymore.

Lin Jinran couldn't bear to throw away the rice, so he wrapped it in plastic wrap and put it in the corner of the refrigerator for next time he was hungry.

She left the kitchen and on her way back, the two maids were gone, nowhere to be seen.

Lin Jinran didn't mind. She returned to the bedroom, couldn't find any medicine, so she drank a large cup of hot water and went to sleep.

Hoping that when I fall asleep, maybe the illness will be gone.

However, things did not go as planned. The more he slept, the more tired his body became, and the harder it was to wake up. Several times Lin Jinyan tried to wake up, feeling as if he were bound by ropes, unable to break free.

She was burning with fever, yet there was still a flicker of lucidity in her mind.

She can't just die like this, what will her mother do if she diesk her head with tear-filled eyes, explaining kindly.She looked at Fu Mo'han unhappily, biting her lower lip and asking pitifully, "Mo'han gege, did you marry your elder sister""Who told you!" Fu Mo's...