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Wei Jingxi hung his head, feeling restless, but soon pulled himself together and hurried to attend to the task that Xiao Ni had just assigned him. He contacted a servant and, after a brief exchange, got straight to the point.
"Keep an eye on that brat. If anything seems off, call me immediately. No, actually, make sure to report what he does every day, especially if he meets with Miss Zheng. If they meet even once, record everything they talk about and send it to me."
As Wei Jingxi spoke, his subordinates often took notes in a small notebook. He spoke quickly and tended to ramble, and anyone who dared forget something he mentioned would face dire consequences. The servant couldn't afford to offend this formidable figure and diligently recorded everything Wei Jingxi instructed.
In the end, the servant confirmed repeatedly, "So I need to send you the records every day?"
Wei Jingxi replied coldly, "Yes, every day."
After the call ended, Zheng Mengni said earnestly to Ye Siqian, "It's not that I don't want to take you home; you know my situation is complicated. I'm afraid that showing up in front of the Zheng family will constantly remind them of their biological child being swapped. So please try to understand my position."
Ye Siqian felt a pang of sympathy; he hadn't anticipated how difficult Zheng Mengni's circumstances were. He was too preoccupied with his own feelings to think about anything else; besides, being obedient was his only chance at gaining her favor.
"I'll do whatever you say," he said softly.
Zheng Mengni praised him gently, "You're so understanding."
After instructing the driver to take Ye Siqian to Wei Jingxi's apartment, she returned to her own matters and only occasionally checked in afterward.
As Christmas approached, the snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the world in white. After a thorough examination, the doctor smiled with satisfaction. "Congratulations! You've finally recovered. Although your eyesight has returned, be careful to avoid bright lights and don’t overstrain your eyes. Regaining your sight is not easy; cherish it."
Tan Yan put on sunglasses that obscured half of his face and tilted his head slightly. His pale skin glimmered with a hint of chill.
"In this weather, where would there be bright light?" he replied nonchalantly.
The doctor could tell that this young man still hadn't fully adapted to life in a foreign country. Out of concern, he offered some words of comfort: "It's not as warm here as back home. Don't lose heart; you'll be able to return when the time comes."
Tan Yan slowly closed his eyes, accustomed to darkness as his eyes began to feel dry. Sitting at the edge of the bed with his head bowed, he resembled a faded painting—ethereal yet desolate.
"I can't wait any longer; what should I do?"
Suddenly, he lifted his head and forced a smile that revealed a pallid complexion tinged with illness. The doctor was at a loss for how to dissuade him; he had heard some rumors about Tan Yan's situation.
Once the most esteemed heir, he tore away the veneer of elegance to reveal a cruel soul, and in a moment of impulsiveness, he fell into the depths of neglect and abandonment. The stark contrast was unbearable for anyone.
He wanted to advise Tan Yan against striking a rock with an egg, lest it lead to irreparable losses. Yet, all his words condensed into a single phrase: "You must bear the consequences."
After the doctor left, Tan Yan opened the voice message sent by his informant back home. He pressed the phone to his ear and listened quietly.
"Young Master, Miss Zheng has brought back a strange man and has already sent him to Shangcheng Apartment for safekeeping."
Tan Yan held the phone tightly, his expression inscrutable. He slowly leaned back in his chair, lowering his head as his chin sank into the soft white collar of his high-necked garment, looking inexplicably aggrieved.
After a long pause, Tan Yan finally stood up and replied, "Stay calm and keep watching."
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