Jiang Baizhou, who had already showered and was sitting on the edge of the bed wiping his hair while checking his phone, was startled by the sudden banging on the door. He nearly threw his phone away. Once he steadied himself, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, forming a ’Chuan’ character. He put down his phone, got up, and walked to the door, pulling it open. With a cold expression, he looked at Miss Yu Hui outside the door and spoke indifferently, "What’s up?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Hui pushed the bowl she was holding towards him, "Drink this."
"What is it?" Jiang Baizhou glanced at the bowl in her hand and asked.
"Brown sugar ginger water."
"I won’t drink it." Jiang Baizhou withdrew his gaze in displeasure and refused without any hesitation, turning around intending to close the door and go back inside.
"Cen Jin sent it over." Yu Hui watched as he almost shut the door, but remained completely calm and nonchalant, tilting her head with an easygoing expression.
As expected, at the mention of "Cen Jin" those two words, Jiang Baizhou’s steps halted, even the cold contours of his face showed some emotion. Yu Hui, seeing his reaction, felt an old grudge stuck in her throat.
It truly validated the saying, "Once you have a wife, you forget your mother." Now, Cen Jin wasn’t even his wife yet, and it was already . Imagine what it would be like if he actually married Cen Jin. The standing of this old mother of his would be clear.
Ah, better not think too much. Thinking more is just tears!
"Where is she?" Jiang Baizhou turned back and took the bowl from Miss Yu Hui’s hand, looking up to ask.
"She went back! It’s so late already, and who told you not to come downstairs to open the door? Also, you brat, your Aunt Qin got hurt, such a big issue, and you didn’t even tell me." Yu Hui responded imperatively, while also giving him a slap on the arm.
Jiang Baizhou staggered slightly, glancing at Miss Yu Hui before bluntly shutting the door.
It was early September, and the weather finally cleared up. In the past few days, Cen Jin had been running to the factory every day due to the sample-making for that order from Milan, usually not returning until after nine o’clock. However, today, all the samples were finally finalized, freeing her up, so she could return home while it was still daylight.
Cen Jin even made a special trip to the ’Time Inn’ to find Ms. Qin. As expected, this busybody truly was at the shop. When Ms. Qin saw Cen Jin, she gave a rare guilty smile, "Hey, Cen Jin, why are you back so early today? Isn’t it busy at the studio?"
"Hmm, about done. The samples are out, and the rest is up to the Yun Group." Cen Jin slightly narrowed her eyes at her, responding while pouting, "Didn’t I tell you to rest well at home for a few days? Yet you’re still sneaking off to the shop every day, aren’t you?"
"Applying that medical plaster these past days has been much better. Staying at home all day doing nothing is boring, so I came over to take a look." Ms. Qin chuckled, untied the apron, and handed it to a staff member nearby, "Xiao Zhao, I’m heading back now. I’ll leave things here in your hands."
"Let’s go!" Ms. Qin walked towards her, "There’s no food at home, so let’s swing by the supermarket and drugstore later."
"Drugstore?" Walking out of the shop with her, Cen Jin suddenly grew alert at these two sensitive words, looking at her suspiciously, "Is something wrong with you?"
"Not me, it’s Bai Zhou. Sigh, I was just chatting with your Aunt Hui Zi! Didn’t he get rained on the night before last? I heard he had a fever all day yesterday and is now coughing as well."
"He didn’t go to the hospital?" Upon hearing this, Cen Jin anxiously inquired.