<strong>Chapter 1032: Chapter 1032: Escape! (Part 7)</strong>


    Before leaving, Xiaojin never thought about whether he should take a stroll around this vi that belonged to their master. He didn’t even notice if there was anything different about the vi he had personally renovated for the master.


    After the old man was taken away, the vi became quiet. The young doctor saw this, so he locked the door again, nced at the time—it was almost eleven o’clock—and went to the kitchen to cook.


    The master had said the person in the basement was to be held there, not allowed toe out. She could be given injections to weaken her, so she wouldn’t have the strength to escape. However, she mustn’t be starved or frozen; she must be treated well.


    Because she was his daughter and their youngdy.


    He spent about forty minutes cooking, then filled a small bowl with white rice, poured some soup, and picked up some vegetables. Holding these, he headed towards the basement.


    Upon reaching the basement, he opened the door. Sure enough, the person with bound hands on the bed was staring nkly at the ceiling, her expression lifeless, like a puppet that hadpletely lost its vitality.


    Seeing this, he brought the rice and soup inside. “Miss, it’s time to eat!”


    “…”


    No one responded to him. The only response was the woman’s unblinking, hollow eyes staring upwards from the bed.


    Qiu Chi, seeing her like this, couldn’t help but feel some reluctance. He ced the things on the nearby table, came over, loosened her bound hands, and helped her sit up from the bed.


    “Miss, you heard what we said earlier, didn’t you? Actually, you shouldn’t me the master. The threat posed by Ou Mucen is far greater than that of his father. With his cunning, he will eventually discover this matter. If he does, neither the master nor you can escape. He did this to protect you.”


    Protect her?


    Hearing these words, the woman who had been lying there all morning, finally being helped to sit up, showed a sharp, cold sneer in her otherwise hollow eyes: “Not me, him!”


    Qiu Chi was speechless!


    Alright, alright, not her, him, okay?


    He didn’t want to argue with her. After helping her sit up properly, he took out a disposable syringe from his pocket and aimed it at her arm.


    It was something to restore her strength, but the dose was extremely small, just enough for her to have the energy for one meal. After eating, as the drug’s effect wore off, she would again be powerless.


    This was all because she recently refused to eat when he tried to feed her, effectively staging a hunger strike in protest.


    Once the injection was administered, her noodle-like limp arm gained a little strength. She moved her weak legs, and couldmand them to some extent, so she took the chopsticks from his hand, ready to eat.


    “You eat first, and I’lle back inter!” Seeing she started eating, Qiu Chi nned to leave first and return after she finished to collect the dishes.


    But just as he was about to leave, the woman sitting on the bed suddenly spoke: “Qiu Chi, my throat is a little sore, could you pour me some water first?”


    Qiu Chi immediately stopped in his tracks…


    Sore throat?


    He turned to look at her, seeing her there, coughing dryly, which didn’t seem fake, so he really came over. “It might be because the weather is dry these past few days. The basement is not ventted, and the environment is bad. I’ll talk to the master in a few days and let you go upstairs when no one is around.”