Completely unaware that Mandala had already boarded a plane heading to Beijing, Lu Tianxing was leisurely lying in bed, enjoying Bai Zhiqing's care, with a bright smile on his face.
If someone from Bai's Group were here at this moment and saw this scene, they would be utterly shocked. No one would expect Bai Zhiqing, who always exuded the aura of a strong businesswoman in Bai's Group, to be busying herself by peeling apples for Lu Tianxing now and then, with a gentle expression. There was no trace of that strong woman's aura—she was the epitome of a perfect wife and mother.
At this moment in Lu Tianxing's ward, Han Zifeng didn't stay long. After giving Lu Tianxing a knowing look, he cheekily left the ward, leaving only Bai Zhiqing, Lin Yafei, and Mu Qingxue behind.
Lu Tianxing sat on the bed, holding the apple Bai Zhiqing had just peeled for him. Watching the three women chat, he wore a slight smile, thinking this kind of life wasn't so bad after all.
