From Sidekick to Bigshot Chapter 3: Are You Happy Now？

Jian Yuncheng spotted Jian Yiling standing at the entrance of the ward. He stood up abruptly and strode toward her.

Towering over 1.8 meters, Jian Yuncheng made the fifteen-year-old Jian Yiling look remarkably small; the crown of her head barely reached his chest.

Dressed in a plain white sweater, Jian Yiling’s complexion was equally pale, giving her the appearance of a soft, fluffy rabbit. However, that was merely a facade. Chances were, her heart was pitch black.

“Go inside and offer an apology.”

His command was brief, yet carried an authoritative weight that brooked no resistance.

“He will be furious.”

Jian Yiling’s voice was delicate and youthful. She disliked how immature she sounded, but her current vessel was only fifteen years old.

Furthermore, her speech was sluggish, almost as if she were articulating one word at a time. This was largely because she lacked experience in interacting with family members.

“Is that right? Now you realize he’ll be furious? Did that thought cross your mind before you committed those actions? His anger is the least of your concerns!” Jian Yuncheng retorted, his eyes flashing red, his presence absolutely chilling.

“No, I am not afraid of him being angry or blaming me,” Jian Yiling clarified. “I simply believe that getting angry will be detrimental to his hands.”

Her objective was to heal his injuries. However, he could not be allowed to cause any further damage. If his condition worsened, she would be unable to assist him.

“Since when did you start stuttering? Are you terrified?” Jian Yuncheng inquired.

Jian Yiling’s natural voice, combined with her slow and halting cadence, led Jian Yuncheng to misinterpret her state as fear.

Jian Yiling chose not to offer an explanation. Fear was not the issue; it was her lack of aptitude for interacting with ‘family.’ In her previous existence, she had only encountered her parents annually, and they rarely exchanged more than ten sentences during those meetings.

Ever since she gained consciousness, she had resided in a research facility. Her time was almost exclusively dedicated to laboratory work; she was an expert in professional discourse, not idle chit-chat.

Jian Yuncheng issued a cold warning: “I don’t care if you are trembling with fear or if you are genuinely concerned for Yunnao’s feelings. Regardless, you must work diligently to earn his forgiveness. If Yunnao does not pardon you, then neither shall I.”

Jian Yuncheng was a man who upheld his promises. If he stated a thing, he would execute it, regardless of whether Jian Shuxing or Wen Nuan attempted to intervene.

Jian Yiling gave a subtle nod.

“Go and apologize at once,” he insisted, gesturing toward the room. “I will make sure to keep a close watch on his injured right hand.”

Upon hearing this, Jian Yiling stepped into the ward.

The moment Jian Yunnao laid eyes on her, a surge of raw fury overcame him. If not for Jian Yuncheng pinning him down, he surely would have vaulted out of bed.

“Jian Yiling! Are you satisfied now?! I’m ruined! I won’t be able to play the piano again for as long as I live! My entire future is destroyed! Is this what you wanted?!” Jian Yunnao shouted, his tone dripping with rage.

Jian Yiling did not retreat. She stood firm, absorbing his hostility in silence.

Witnessing her unwavering, calm demeanor only fueled the flames of Jian Yunnao’s resentment.

The loss of his most precious gift had cast a dark shadow over his existence.

His pride, his ambitions, and his life had all been obliterated.

And the origin of this tragedy could be traced back to the moment Jian Yiling started a conflict with him.

He felt rage, he felt sorrow, and above all else, he loathed her.

With his intact left hand, Jian Yunnao violently grabbed the lunch tray beside him and hurled it at Jian Yiling’s head.