I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad? Chapter 131: The Brat Is Finally Talking Sense

’Will the little fatty be left a simpleton?’

’Impossible. How could soone who was bouncing with energy just the other day be reduced to this by a fever?’

He was filled with extre remorse. ’That day, when Seventh Brother made his move... if only I could have stopped it, the little fatty wouldn’t have gotten such a fright. It’s all my fault. All my fault.’

By daybreak, after several hours, Ye Qianning’s high fever had mostly subsided, but she still hadn’t fully regained consciousness.

Old Master Zhan had written a prescription. Now that the fever had broken, the next step was to reduce the inflammation and prevent it from returning. She had to continue taking the herbal dicine without interruption.

Dean Chen had gone nearly two nights and a day without sleep. At over eighty years old, his eyes were sunken. He only began to relax slightly once Ye Qianning’s temperature returned to normal.

"Dean Chen, you should go rest," Xiang Minghou said. "When Pangtuan wakes up, I’ll have soone co and get you."

"You should get so rest too, General Xiang." Dean Chen could see that the emotional strain on Xiang Minghou was even worse than the physical exhaustion.

"I’m fine."

"Alright, both of you go get so rest. I’ll watch over her," Zhan Chi said, unable to stop himself from standing up.

Xiang Minghou didn’t even lift his head.

"Xiang Minghou, what’s with the attitude? She’s this sick. Let’s put our grudge on hold for now. Once she’s better, we can have a proper talk." For once, Zhan Chi actually sounded like a reasonable person when speaking to Xiang Minghou.

Old Master Zhan couldn’t help but sigh to himself. ’Has the little rascal finally grown up? Is he done being a fool?’

’He even sounds so articulate!’

Dean Chen glanced at them, then slowly walked out the door.

"Xiang Minghou, I genuinely want her to get better. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have brought my father here," Zhan Chi said. "With him around, you can rest easy. Don’t wait for her to recover only to collapse yourself. That would just make her worry."

’Well, would you listen to that?’

Hearing this, Old Master Zhan was surprised all over again. ’The little rascal must be using up every nice word he’s stored away his entire life.’

Xiang Minghou stared at Ye Qianning in silence for a mont before finally rising to his feet. "The mont she wakes up, call imdiately."

"You can count on ." Zhan Chi patted his chest reassuringly.

After Xiang Minghou left, Old Master Zhan got up from his chair and walked to the bedside. He studied Ye Qianning carefully. "If she were a little thinner, she’d be a spitting image of your eldest sister, just smaller."

"My eldest sister has been frail since she was a child. It’s healthier for kids to be a little chubby," Zhan Chi said.

"You call this healthy?" Old Master Zhan gestured at the child.

"...This illness was caused by a scare."

"Such a smooth talker." Old Master Zhan stood up, patted Zhan Chi’s shoulder, and led him out the door again. "I didn’t want to ask in front of the little one. Now that no one’s around, give the short version. What’s the story with this child?"

Zhan Chi stood to the left of the doorway and glanced back inside. After a mont’s hesitation, he quietly and briefly explained the situation.

Old Master Zhan was stunned as he listened. The child looked so much like his eldest daughter... she had to be his granddaughter.

His son, Zhan Yi, had been born to him late in life, and all he’d wanted was to hold a grandson or granddaughter. Who knew that the son he raised didn’t even like won? It was a worry that had kept the entire family from sleeping soundly.

He had thought he would never get to hold a grandchild in this lifeti. Now, to suddenly hear he might have a granddaughter—how could he not be overjoyed?

Sang Zhi walked in from the courtyard, a stack of books in his arms. He went straight into the room and, seeing that no one was watching over the child, took a step back. He frowned as he glanced at the two n whispering a short distance away.

Stepping back inside, he placed the books on the table and walked over to the bed. He hadn’t seen her in just two days, but the little child already looked so haggard.

Her face was still flushed a deep crimson, and her lips were cracked and raw from the fever. He lifted the cloth from her head and felt her forehead, seeming relieved. Sang Zhi then rose, dipped the cloth in cool water, wrung it out, and placed it back on her brow.

When Ye Qianning saw the little stick-in-the-mud arrive, she couldn’t contain her delight. She parted her cracked lips and murmured, "Water..."