Lu Jinyang, who originally had no specific demands for food, suddenly had a dark expression upon hearing her words. Earlier when he mentioned that the porridge was too bland to fill the stomach, she had said there was no choice but to eat that, and now, she’s asking him again?
Just as he was about to lose his temper, there came a knock on the door.
Zhuang Shuqing quickly went to open the door, but her expression shifted from relief to cold as ice upon seeing the person outside.
Noticing her change in expression, Lu Jinyang asked, "Who is it?"
A familiar face squeezed in from the door, smiling at Lu Jinyang: "Young Master Lu, it’s me. I rushed over as soon as I found out you were hospitalized."
The room suddenly fell into a dead silence.
Lu Jinyang gazed at the face, his fist clenched under the blanket, a cold glint gradually appearing in his eyes, his smile not reaching his eyes, "Young Master Si, it’s good enough that you have the intention, no need to show up in person."
A flash of coldness passed through Si Nanchen’s eyes, yet he still smiled, "We’re said to get to know each other through conflicts, aren’t we? How come you won’t invite me to sit?"
"Qingqing, how can you let a guest stand at the door? Go and bring a stool for Young Master Si to sit."
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Zhuang Shuqing immediately ran off upon the command, while Si Nanchen’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Well played, Lu Jinyang!
This seemingly innocent remark clarified the relationships between the three of them—making any close remark to Zhuang Shuqing would be smacked in the face.
It was his own fault for trying to cozy up to Lu Jinyang first.
What a sly and cunning old fox!
After pouring a glass of water for Si Nanchen, Zhuang Shuqing obediently sat back at Lu Jinyang’s bedside, silently browsing on her mobile phone.
Lu Jinyang glanced at her phone screen, then looked at Si Nanchen, only to see his gaze fixed on Zhuang Shuqing, as if looking at his own woman.
Perhaps Si Nanchen’s gaze was too intense, Zhuang Shuqing uncomfortably furrowed her brows, turned to face Lu Jinyang: "Jinyang, you just had such a little porridge, do you need some fruit?"
That somber face instantly relaxed considerably, his haughty chin tilting slightly, "Peel an apple for me."
Zhuang Shuqing took an apple from the side table, skillfully peeled it, and soon, a peeled large apple was handed to Lu Jinyang.
A moment later, Zhuang Shuqing puzzled, "Why aren’t you taking it?"
Lu Jinyang still maintained that haughty demeanor, glancing at the apple, signaling her to inspect it herself. Then, Zhuang Shuqing took the apple to herself, looked at it, immediately walked to the bathroom, came back out, and handed the apple to Lu Jinyang, "It’s clean now."
Watching Lu Jinyang contently chewing on the apple, making a loud noise intentionally, Si Nanchen’s handsome face remained expressionless, but his hand at his side unconsciously tightened.
He smiled and said, "To the unknowing, they might think Young Master Lu and Shuqing are an old married couple."
Upon hearing this, both Lu Jinyang and Zhuang Shuqing turned to look at Si Nanchen, the latter stayed silent while the former incredulously said: "Young Master Si, you’ve come back after disappearing for three years and you still haven’t grown a brain?"
Si Nanchen’s eyes turned cold, "What do you mean?"
Lu Jinyang dropped his mocking tone and seriously said: "I believe Shuqing has already told you that she’s married. If I remember correctly, I also warned you not to keep pestering my woman."