"Guest?" Qiao Hongya came back to his senses and walked over to sit next to Liang Zixuan. "If you needed a guest, why didn't you tell me?"

Liang Zixuan smiled bitterly and closed her eyes. "It's fine. How can I let Grandpa Qiao be bothered by me?"

After she finished speaking, she coughed loudly. Luo Yanyun quickly picked up the teacup on the table and handed it to her.

Qiao Hongya said with an unhappy expression, "If you really need my help, how can I not help you?"

Luo Yanyun raised her head and looked at Qiao Hongya nervously. "Can you really help Zixuan with this?"

Qiao Hongya immediately raised his head, stuck out his chest, and patted it. "Isn't the guest she needs already in front of her?"

Luo Yanyun: "..."

With Qiao Hongya's popularity, if he were to go on that program, wouldn't he scare everyone else until they got a heart attack?

Luo Yanyun pouted. "Can you really do it?"

"Why can't I?" Qiao Hongya was afraid that he would be rejected, so he said anxiously, "I can play the piano and even sing with Zixuan!"

Liang Zixuan opened her eyes and saw them arguing and giggling. Qiao Hongya had been treated like stars in the sky by the others outside. How could they reject him if he came to their program?

"Cough, cough..." Liang Zixuan coughed again. After taking a sip of the warm tea, her throat felt a little better. "Grandpa Qiao, I would like to invite you to go, but as a guest of the singer, there's no attendance fee."

"Am I a man who cares about money?" Qiao Hongya squatted down and raised his hand to feel the temperature on her forehead. He looked at her pale face and said, "As long as I can help you, I'm willing to use my own money to attend the program. Zixuan, don't worry about it. Take good care of yourself for these two days first. If your throat is still not getting better on the day of the program, I won't let you go up on the stage."

Liang Zixuan had always felt everyone's deep malice, and after everything that had happened because of Yu Meilin, it hit her heart hard. Now that she was treated well by Qiao Hongya, she knew that he was being nice to her because of her grandmother, and she was touched.

When she was at her weakest, this tiniest bit of warmth had helped her.

"Alright." She nodded slightly. "Then let's get the songs ready."

Qiao Hongya didn't dare to mention Han Yuanjun's name in front of her. He helped her get up from the sofa and began to play music with her.

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Qiao Hongya came home late at night. As soon as he went into his study, the computer was already buzzing non-stop.

Qiao Hongya first turned on the air conditioner, took off his scarf, and threw it on the small sofa before sitting down. "Why are you in such a hurry?! Can't you wait until I get home?"

Han Yuanjun's face appeared on the computer screen. In just a few days, he had lost a lot of weight, and bruises could be seen under his eyes. It was clear that he wasn't doing well either.

"Grandpa Qiao, is she feeling better today?"

Qiao Hongya looked at Han Yuanjun unhappily. "She kept coughing. I told her to go to the hospital, but she didn't want to. She just ate the medicine. I don't know what to do with her. She is so stubborn!"

Han Yuanjun's face turned sad and he looked worried. He lowered his gaze and said softly, "Then she ... Did she mention me today?"

"No!" Qiao Hongya was really pissed off. He said something without thinking. "She didn't mention you at all! In fact, I even thought if you didn't come back, she'll forget about you. Oh, right. Didn't she have an ex-boyfriend? Today, when I accompanied Luo Yanyun to buy vegetables, I met the boy. He brought a basket full of fruit and pushed it straight into Yanyun's hand."

Han Yuanjun suddenly raised his head. Even though his sharp gaze was fixed on the computer screen, it was still seeping crazily. Qiao Hongya was so scared that the tip of his heart trembled. He quickly shut his mouth and did not say anything.

After the two of them looked at each other for a while, Qiao Hongya could no longer hold back anymore. He was no longer afraid of offending Han Yuanjun and continued, "What I'm saying is the truth! Think about it carefully, which woman hasn't met two scum men in her life? In her 20 years of life, Hou Yingyi has been her only warmth. If she didn't rely on him, who else could she rely on?"

Qiao Hongya was so enraged that his eyes were wide open. He immediately fired at Han Yuanjun. "I know that your body and soul are pure, but the reason you've been able to survive until now is that you live in a happy family. If you hate Zixuan because of this, then I advise you to let her go. Don't torment her any further. Otherwise, you'll get mad at her again if someone brings up this topic. Aren't you tired of it? In fact, I'm even tired for her!"

"I don't hate her!" Han Yuanjun slammed the mouse down on the table angrily, anger spewing out of his throat. "When did I say I hate her? I'm not angry because of that Hou Yingyi. I'm angry because..."

He suddenly paused, and his eyes dimmed. "I'm not going to break up with her just because of that. She's definitely angry now, and I'm almost done with my work. I'll be back by the end of the week."

Qiao Hongya sneered. "She is sick now and can't even invite the guest the program team asked for. If I didn't tell her that I would help her, she would be so worried until her intestines would probably turn green. She was coughing so much that my Yanyun became so worried about her. Jun, if you really care about her, just call her and apologize."

Han Yuanjun didn't say anything and just ended the call.

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Qiao Hongya looked at the computer screen that had gone dark and sighed sadly. He was full of energy as he talked about Han Yuanjun's life, but he still didn't know how to handle his own matters.

In the blink of an eye, it was Friday. Liang Zixuan's illness had not only not recovered but instead had worsened.

Luo Yanyun couldn't take it anymore and dragged her to the hospital.

The doctor seriously told Luo Yanyun that Liang Zixuan's tonsils were inflamed, her vocal cords were damaged, and she couldn't sing. She should be hospitalized immediately.

Liang Zixuan was lying on the bed with an IV drip stuck in her hand. As she watched the IV droplet fall from the tube, her lip suddenly curled into a mocking smile.

A damaged vocal cords.

After struggling so hard to get everything back, she finally suffered a setback.

Was she going to be like Wei Xiaoqing, unable to sing anymore once her throat was ruined?