Chapter 1285: Chapter 1281
An Yuqian felt a coldness like being in a cellar. She knew that Qiao Xiaren was telling the truth, that person’s personality was exactly like Qiao Junzhen’s. She had wholeheartedly experienced Qiao Xiaren’s tactics, with that coldness and fierceness, making her feel as if she were in an ice cellar.
If it weren’t for Si Limo being nearby back then, she might have really strangled Lan Lan.
Thinking of Qiao Junzhen made An Yuqian swallow again, feeling a kind of indescribable dread.
Now she truly felt fear and dared not call to harass this daughter anymore.
This daughter seemed like a stranger, producing a child with such a personality.
On the other side, although Qiao Junzhen’s migraine episodes were occurring less frequently, there were still times he felt unbearable pain, especially when it rained or the weather changed, his headache became more prominent.
Today the weather was slightly dark. Early in the morning, Qiao Junzhen noticed the gloomy clouds outside the window blanketing the sky, unbearably muggy. It looked like it was going to rain soon.
The tree outside the window, with flowers of an unknown type, sprinkled scarlet petals onto the soil pile, partly hidden, the earth and petals emitting an alluring fragrance.
“Third young master, are you awake?” The worker trimming branches outside saw Qiao Junzhen standing at the window, rubbing his temples, turned back and laughed a few times.
“Yes, I’m awake.”
No wonder the head started hurting as a premonition. It seems to be about to rain.
March and April in S Country always seem to be a rainy time, unlike C Country, which is very dry.
“Is your head hurting again?” Qiao Lang knocked on her younger brother’s door, seeing his somewhat listless appearance knew that his headaches were likely acting up again.
“Sister, please call the doctor over for me! This headache, this condition, is really getting unbearable.”
Qiao Lang looked at him, sighed, and nodded.
Before long, the doctor arrived, quickly examined his body, and then said, “Third young master’s body has no major problem, just an old ailment acting up again. I’ll write a prescription for the third young master. If you really can’t bear it, you can only take some pain relief pills.”
“Okay, thank you, doctor.” Qiao Lang took the prescription the doctor wrote, looked at it carefully, and saw the doctor out.
Seemingly thinking of something, the doctor suddenly turned back to warn again, “Third young master’s health isn’t quite good, best not to be overstimulated.”
“Alright, I understand.”
Qiao Junzhen closed his eyes, listening to the ticking of the clock in the room, feeling somewhat weary as he drifted into a dazed state.
Lately, it seems he has been dreaming constantly, dreaming of a woman’s voice, of scenes that make him feel heartache and sadness.
Thinking it over, this person should be Xiaren and Yi’an’s mother.
Many things he hasn’t remembered for now, but according to the old man’s narration, the past might not have been beautiful memories.
The rain fell drizzling all day, and by evening, Qiao Junzhen woke up groggily, took a glance outside the window, and was startled by a blurry hand hanging by the window.
He has never quite believed in ghosts and gods, only shouted sternly, “Who!”
“Third young master, what’s wrong? Is there anything you need help with?”
Upon hearing Qiao Junzhen’s voice inside, the butler immediately knocked on the door. He’s been sleeping in the side room to the left of Qiao Junzhen’s room for these past months, just in case he needed something and the others couldn’t come promptly.