At this moment, Wen Feng was somewhat angry.

Marriage was a major matter in which sons and daughters rarely had any say. For his friend to speak such words was rather irresponsible.

“I’m being serious.” Han Baocheng said solemnly.

He was naturally a cheerful, carefree person who loved to laugh and talk, so it was rare to see him this earnest and grave.

Wen Feng’s expression softened, though his eyes remained full of doubt. “Does your esteemed father know of Brother Han’s intentions? Does your esteemed mother?”

“Not yet.” Seeing Wen Feng raise his eyebrows, Han Baocheng quickly added, “But they dote on me—they’ll agree.”

Wen Feng frowned, his thoughts somewhat chaotic.

He was a steady, upright person, yet everyone around him seemed impulsive—like his friend who still harbored feelings for a young lady despite the failed marriage arrangement, or like his father who always regarded A’Hao as some kind of demon…

No, thinking about Father only made things more confusing.

“Brother Wen.” Han Baocheng grabbed Wen Feng’s arm. “What if First Miss Lin can’t pull through? Letting her know that someone cares about her regardless—surely that would make her happy?”

Wen Feng was ultimately moved by these words. “Alright, I’ll find a way to pass the message to my cousin.”

“Brother Wen, thank you!”

Wen Feng stared blankly at Han Baocheng.

“What is it?” Han Baocheng asked, puzzled.

Wen Feng pointed at his face.

Han Baocheng raised his hand to touch it and felt something cold.

Greatly embarrassed, he said hastily, “The wind was too strong today. Ah, I just remembered I have something to do—I’ll be going now.”

Watching his friend flee in disarray, Wen Feng let out a soft sigh.

Who would have thought that among their group of friends, the most cheerful one was actually so deeply devoted.

Wen Feng went directly to the General’s Manor, where Lin Hao received him.

“Isn’t Eleventh Brother at the office today?”

“He has the day off.” Wen Feng studied Lin Hao carefully, noticing her pallid complexion and listless expression. His mood grew heavier. “How is Chan’er?”

Lin Hao lowered her eyes, her voice light as a feather. “Not very well.”

“Would it be convenient to see her?”

Lin Hao smiled bitterly. “Elder Sister doesn’t want others to see her looking so sickly. I hope Eleventh Brother can understand.”

Wen Feng fell silent for a moment before speaking with difficulty. “Is Chan’er conscious often?”

Supposedly when the betrothal to the Prince of Wei was broken off, she had already been unconscious.

“Elder Sister wakes several times a day—it’s actually better than the previous two days.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” Wen Feng showed a heartfelt smile.

After saying this, he fell silent again.

Lin Hao also remained silent.

Deceiving people was hard work—truly exhausting.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Feng spoke. “Do you still remember Han Baocheng, the grandson of Minister Han?”

Lin Hao nodded. “I remember him.”

“He asked me to pass along a message to Chan’er.”

“What message?” Lin Hao couldn’t hide her surprise.

“He said—please tell Chan’er to set her mind at ease and recover quickly. As long as Chan’er recovers, he still wants to marry her.”

Lin Hao was stunned into silence.

So Han Baocheng and Elder Sister’s relationship wasn’t simply a matter of parental arrangement and matchmaker’s words?

For Han Baocheng to express his feelings under Elder Sister’s current circumstances showed he truly held her in his heart.

But what about Elder Sister?

Seeing Lin Hao’s dazed expression, Wen Feng felt somewhat embarrassed. “I know this matter is rather improper. A’Hao, please don’t misunderstand—if Chan’er hadn’t broken off the engagement with the Prince of Wei, Brother Han would never have said these things—”

“I’ll pass it on to Elder Sister.”

Wen Feng was taken aback.

It went this smoothly?

He looked deeply at Lin Hao.

She didn’t seem to be deceiving him.

“Thank you.” The ease of it made Wen Feng’s thanks feel rather hollow.

“If Elder Sister has a reply, I’ll tell Eleventh Brother.”

Wen Feng was dumbstruck.

There would be… a reply?

For a moment, Wen Feng couldn’t tell whether it was the people around him who were abnormal, or whether he himself was the abnormal one.

After seeing Wen Feng off, Lin Hao immediately rushed to Lin Chan’s room.

“Second Sister, what’s this about—”

“Elder Sister, you need to come clean—what’s the situation between you and Young Master Han?”

“Young Master Han?” Lin Chan’s eyes dimmed briefly before returning to normal. “What about Young Master Han?”

“Young Master Han asked our cousin to pass along a message to you…”

After hearing everything, Lin Chan was completely stunned.

“Elder Sister—”

Lin Chan suddenly covered her face and wept.

“Elder Sister, don’t cry…” Lin Hao’s heart stirred. “Elder Sister, do you have feelings for Young Master Han?”

Lin Chan stopped crying and wiped away her tears.

The tears washed away her sallow makeup, revealing fair skin beneath. Those tear-washed eyes were dark and heavy, as if gathering a cloud of sorrow.

“I have no feelings for Young Master Han. I’m simply moved by the sentiment. Second Sister, please have our cousin pass along a message telling Young Master Han not to trouble himself over me anymore.”

Lin Hao absolutely didn’t believe Lin Chan’s words. “Elder Sister, won’t you speak honestly even with me?”

Lin Chan’s face was calm. “I’m speaking from my heart.”

“Elder Sister does have feelings for Young Master Han.”

“I truly don’t.”

“Elder Sister, I even told you about having feelings for two people at once!” Lin Hao simply resorted to self-deprecation.

Lin Chan was shocked, and after a long while smiled bitterly. “Does Second Sister think there’s still any possibility between Young Master Han and me? We already missed our chance—why add to my troubles?”

“So Elder Sister does have feelings for Young Master Han.” Lin Hao stated with certainty.

Lin Chan smiled helplessly. “Even if I have some affection for him, would the Minister’s Manor agree to Young Master Han’s willfulness? I broke off my engagement with the Prince of Wei and have been ‘gravely ill’—many families wouldn’t consider me a suitable choice for a daughter-in-law.”

“Why doesn’t Elder Sister think from a different angle?”

Lin Chan looked at her.

Lin Hao took Lin Chan’s hand, her tone relaxed. “Young Master Han asked someone to pass along these words, so whether the Minister’s Manor will agree is Young Master Han’s concern. Since Elder Sister has feelings for him, why rush to push him away? Just wait and see.”

“Wait and see?” Perhaps it was her sister’s relaxed tone that unknowingly eased Lin Chan’s heart, which had tasted so much bitterness.

“That’s right—it’s Young Master Han who’s devoted to you, Elder Sister. Whether it works out depends mainly on him—it actually doesn’t have much to do with Elder Sister.”

“But this way—”

Lin Hao interrupted Lin Chan. “Is Elder Sister worried that Young Master Han will face setbacks?”

Lin Chan slowly nodded.

“Young Master Han enduring setbacks to marry the woman he loves—perhaps he’d consider it sweet as honey? Just because Elder Sister is that beloved woman, should you deprive Young Master Han of the chance to fight for his lifelong happiness from the very start?”

Lin Chan felt her mind couldn’t quite keep up.

Good heavens, she actually thought Second Sister’s words made sense—

“Elder Sister, for Young Master Han to declare his feelings at this time—his heart is so precious. I don’t want you to miss this opportunity because you’re overthinking things.”

Lin Chan lowered her eyes in silence for a long while, then gently nodded.

The corners of Lin Hao’s lips curved slightly. “Then I’ll have our cousin pass along the message. What does Elder Sister want to say?”

“Just say… I’ll do my best to live.”

Hearing these words from Wen Feng, Han Baocheng spun around excitedly in a circle and hugged Wen Feng. “Brother Wen, thank you!”

Wen Feng quickly pushed him away and said seriously, “I’ve already told A’Hao to inform me promptly of any changes in Chan’er’s condition, and I’ll pass the information to Brother Han.”

“Thank you!” Han Baocheng spread his arms wide, wanting to embrace him again.

Wen Feng hastily stepped back. “Then I’ll head home first.”

As expected, he was the only normal person among them all!