Fang Yao became an orphan at a very young age, losing everything and being taken in by the base to be trained as an all-purpose assistant.
He was too young when he lost his parents to remember them, so he felt no pain from their absence.
But he had seen how other parents interacted with their children and knew that most parents cherished their kids.
Parents who didn’t care for their children were rare.
Unfortunately, the Young Miss had such a father.
“I don’t care. I really don’t care at all,” Feng Qing said.
She asked Fang Yao, “Did my dad ask you to transfer money to him? He’s not short on cash. He just wants to know what happened to his three sons.”
“That old man’s lived long enough to be clear-headed about this, right? He must have tried to dissuade his sons, but they didn’t listen, so he just sat back, hoping for the best.”
Her father was definitely in the know, aware that her brothers planned to harm her.
He tried to stop them, but when they ignored him, he let it go.
He didn’t warn her, banking on a stroke of luck.
He was hoping her brothers’ plan would succeed, so they could inherit a fortune.
The responsibility of caring for him would then fall to her brothers. Given their bond, if her brothers got rich, they wouldn’t skimp on their old father—far better than what she, his biological daughter, would do.
Feng Qing would still fulfill her duty as a daughter. She wouldn’t let her father starve and would provide living expenses, but not excessively like her brothers might.
She’d give him a stipend based on their hometown’s living standards. If he fell ill, medical costs would be split equally among the siblings—she’d pay her fair share, no more, no less.
With an unkind father, she felt this was enough to avoid being labeled unfilial.
“He asked me to transfer a million, saying he needs it for gambling. But as far as I know, he only plays cards occasionally and isn’t addicted. These days, he’s only lavish with food and luxuries, stingy otherwise,” Fang Yao said.
After Zheng Hua’s castration, he could no longer chase women. With money, he spent it on food or indulgence, hiring people to care for him, living like a lord.
“Don’t bother with him. If nothing unexpected happens, he’ll show up at the hospital this afternoon,” Feng Qing said, closing her eyes and yawning. “I’ll sleep some more. The more I sleep, the more I want to.”
Fang Yao said gently, “Sleep. I’ll stay here. You’re usually so busy, Young Miss, and never get proper rest.”
He reached out to touch her forehead and frowned. “You’re burning up again.”
“Is it time for your medicine?”
He checked his phone and said, “Half an hour until you can take it. Young Miss, drink some warm water for now.”
Feng Qing, eyes still closed, touched her forehead. It was hot again, no wonder she felt so sleepy.
The cold had invaded her body and wouldn’t clear up quickly, especially since she was injured and at her weakest.
She opened her eyes. “Alright, get me a glass of warm water. I’ll drink more and sleep after taking the medicine.”
Fang Yao quickly brought her a glass of warm water, and she drank it down.
Perhaps because she drank too quickly or due to her cold, she started coughing.
Fang Yao gently patted her back, saying, “Young Miss, don’t drink so fast—you’ll choke.”
“I think the coughing’s from the cold. I was out in the cold wind all night, nearly froze to death. It’s not just a fever; coughing’s the worst to shake off.”
“This is Jiang City’s best hospital with top doctors. I’ll tell them about your cough and have them adjust your medicine.”
The doctor had prescribed a day’s worth of medicine, standard for fever patients.
They’d adjust the prescription based on her condition.
