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He stood idly by and watched her being bullied. When he saw her wolfing down his food during lunch, he felt a bit heartbroken. He purposely gave her his food in hopes that she would have the strength to film the movie properly in the afternoon.

Feng Ziyan carried Lu QingZhou onto the car and drove straight back to the villa.

When the butler heard the sound of the door opening, he immediately opened the long umbrella in his hand and came out to welcome them.

"Get me hot water."

Feng Ziyan refused the servants arranged by the butler to help him carry Lu Qingzhou. Instead, she carried her to the second floor. The well-trained servants gathered water, took clothes, and carried medicine boxes. The family doctor arrived within ten minutes. Under the gaze of Feng Ziyan, he examined Lu Qingzhou from head to toe.

"Mr Feng, please be at ease. Madam Feng has suffered from both a cold and a weak state due to her regular leave. Just rest more and pay attention to the balance of your diet. "

Feng Ziyan asked the butler to send the doctor out. Lu Qingzhou's lips were tightly closed and white. She's on vacation? That was why he lost his temper on the set and even fainted in the end. Although Feng Ziyan had only touched Lu Qingzhou so far, there was still some basic physiological knowledge between men and women. Women had been unstable for a few days, and those with a bad body would even suffer from dysmenorrhea.

Feng Ziyan let the butler and the servants leave. He went downstairs to the kitchen and opened the kitchen cabinet. Inside was a sealed jar filled with various ingredients. Feng Ziyan liked delicious food, no matter which country's food it was from, his most suitable taste would still be Chinese food. Maybe that's what people say.

The villa he bought would definitely have the ingredients and basic necessities of Chinese food. Therefore, he found the brown sugar very easily from the jar and personally made a bowl of the red sugar egg soup. In his memory, the last time he cooked brown sugar with eggs was when he was seven years old. He lived with his mother in a small, shabby rented house, and his mother suffered from pain. Under her tutelage, he cooked his first bowl of brown sugar water.

He no longer knew where his mother was. He only knew that she had been too ill to treat and was unable to bring him up, so he was forced to send her back to the Feng family. Now that he had lived a life of luxury, he could no longer be filial. He didn't know if she was still alive or dead. She had secretly built a fake grave behind her back with the Feng Family members, and would worship them during the Qing Ming Festival. He had a bad premonition that she was long gone.

The scorching temperature of the brown sugar water brought him back to his distant thoughts. He went upstairs and pushed open the door. Lu Qingzhou was lying on the floor with her eyes closed. Her hair was already half dry and her face was still terrifyingly pale. Feng Ziyan put down the brown sugar water to let it cool down. She walked over to the bed and slowly lifted the back of Lu Qingzhou's head, softly calling out her name.

"Qingzhou, get up and drink some brown sugar water."

His voice was very soft. Lu Qingzhou's half opened her eyes in a daze. She looked at the blurry figure in front of her that seemed to be Feng Yanheng's face, but also Feng Yanheng's. In her memory, only Feng Yanheng would use such a gentle and delicate voice to speak to her. Feng Ziyan would only scold her, yell at her, snub her, and bully her, but it was as if she was addicted to it. No matter what he did to her, she would not let it go. Perhaps, that feeling of helplessness and loneliness, that fear of having no loved ones could only be understood by Feng Ziyan and her.

Lu Qingzhou felt her throat become abnormally dry. She raised her hand, but the person in front of her was still not clear. Thus, she called out in a slightly hoarse voice, "Big brother Yan Heng."

The words "Brother Yan Heng" had shattered all of his dreams. Feng Ziyan's hands completely froze, the hand holding the bowl trembling uncontrollably from the unconcealable anger in her heart and the gradually spreading deep sorrow. So it turned out that the person in Lu Qingzhou's heart was Feng Yanheng from the beginning to end, and his Feng Ziyan was nothing at all.

He could have just thrown her onto the bed, tossed the bowl on the floor, and left. Many times, he would have been angry at himself for being so ruthless towards this little woman who looked like an angel but was a demon to him. He could have just left her to fend for herself, or he could have married her and left her to live in a cold house. Why did he have to mysteriously come back to compensate for his feelings?

"Big brother Yan Heng."

Lu Qingzhou did not understand why the gentle and Feng Yanheng's face suddenly moved away from her. Her head was on the pillow, and when she opened her eyes to see, she saw the decently dressed English butler, so she was still not used to looking at the yellow-haired man and saying Chinese.

"Madam, Mr Feng told me to let you drink this bowl of soup."

The butler asked a maid to bring her two eggs of brown sugar water. When Lu Qingzhou saw the surroundings, she patted her head. She must have been dreaming. This was England, so why was Feng Yanheng here?

"Teacher just left, he took care of you for a long time."

The butler added another sentence. Lu Qingzhou who had stopped to drink the sweet water looked at the butler in astonishment: "Did mister just leave?"

"Yes, he also told me and his assistant to come straight to him if my wife needed anything, because he's returning home and won't be back for the time being."

Lu Qingzhou felt strange in her heart. The person she vaguely saw just now was Feng Ziyan, but she had clearly shouted out the three words' Feng Yanheng '. Lu Qingzhou's face turned white for a while. Oh no, would that Feng Ziyan misunderstand her? She only had brotherly feelings towards Feng Yanheng. If Feng Ziyan was here, she would definitely explain things to him, but he had returned home.

Her sense of loss had grown stronger and stronger. Plus, she had been criticized by the director on the set today. There were also her colleagues competing against her everywhere. Without Hai Yan by her side, she simply didn't know how she was going to work.

She was still in a daze when her cell phone rang. The housekeeper handed the bag over to her after hearing the phone's voice. Lu Qingzhou took it over and said thank you. When he took out the phone, he saw that the three words, Director Song, dominated the entire screen.

She accepted the call without even thinking. She did not expect to faint on the set so shamefully. She left the scene before the filming finished. The director was definitely going to explode with anger again.

"Hello, Director Song!" I'm really sorry today … "

"Hey, Boat, are you okay?" You nearly fainted on set, you scared me to death. Our Director Feng personally carried you out, how is your situation right now? "Are you alright?"

Director Song's concern pushed all the apologies that she wanted to apologize to back off. Since she could not even open her mouth, Song Cheng just continued talking to himself endlessly.

"Director, I'm fine, I …"

"It's good that you're fine. Don't worry about your drama. Take a good rest. We'll talk about it after you've recovered." I still have things to do here, so I'll be leaving first! "Remember, you must have a good rest. The entire crew is looking forward to your recovery!"