Translator: StarveCleric Editor: StarveCleric
You must be joking… Is my woman someone whom anyone can just bully?
Do you think that we would just play along with your hypocrisy?
Even if Soft Bun is willing to do so, there’s no way I would allow it!
With such thoughts in mind, Lin Jiage leaned in closer to Shi Yao and continued calling out “Yaoyao” with a particularly soft and gentle tone.
Doesn’t Brother Jia detests getting too close with any woman? But why is the distance between him and Shi Yao so close that his face is almost sticking to her hair?
Also, doesn’t he often use a cold and nonchalant voice when speaking with others? Why is his voice so gentle and tender? It’s almost as if I have never known him before!
Staring intently at the interactions between Lin Jiage and Shi Yao before her, Liang Mumu’s fingers scrunched upward as she clutched the sleeves of her shirt tightly.
Liang Huiling was chatting with Grandpa Lin, Shi Yao and Lin Jiage formed another conversation pair, and Auntie Sun was busy washing the flasks and containers that they had used for breakfast.
In this moment, Liang Mumu’s presence suddenly appeared to be extraneous.
It would be impolite for her to interrupt the conversation between the elders, so whenever Lin Jiage stopped speaking, she would try to join in by engaging Shi Yao.
But each and every single time, Lin Jiage would cut in before Shi Yao had the opportunity to respond to her.
This left Liang Mumu in an even more awkward position. She was still standing gracefully beside Liang Huiling, but due to her anger from being snubbed, her legs were beginning to tremble a little.
It took nearly half an hour before Grandpa Lin and Liang Huiling finished catching up with one another.
Lin Jiage also stopped talking around then.
Grandpa Lin: “Where’s Auntie Sun? Did she go out? I was thinking of having her to wash some fruits for everyone.”
“Grandpa Lin, I’ll go,” Shi Yao said before standing up and grabbing a couple of fruits.
She was just about to enter the bathroom when Liang Mumu suddenly spoke up with her usual coy tone, “Yaoyao I want to eat some honeydew. Help me cut one, alright?”
Those words brought a knit to Lin Jiage’s eyebrows.
Unlike before, Grandpa Lin and Liang Huiling had stopped their conversation, so everyone heard Liang Mumu’s words loud and clear.
Unable to put on an act as they did previously—Shi Yao couldn’t afford to ignore Liang Mumu in the face of the elders—so she had no choice but to reply with a smile, “Alright, got it.”
After which, she walked back to the fruits basket to picked up a honeydew.
As Shi Yao walked into the washroom, Lin Jiage sat on his seat for a while, and seeing that there was still another honeydew in the fruits basket, he threw out an “I’ll go and help” before walking over to the fruits basket, grabbing the last honeydew, and entering the washroom as well.
After washing all of the fruits and bringing them out, Shi Yao quickly looked for a fruit knife and began cutting the fruits into smaller portions.
As the plates prepared in the ward were a little small, Shi Yao divided the fruits into two plates.
One was filled with honeydew whereas the other one was filled with apples, oranges, and grapes.
After putting down the fruit knife, Shi Yao was just about to serve the two plates over when Lin Jiage abruptly reached out for the plate of honeydew and picked it up before she could.
So, Shi Yao could only pick up the plate of apples, oranges, and grapes, and she served it on the table before Grandpa Lin and Liang Huiling.
After which, she opened up a path for Lin Jiage to walk through.
Lin Jiage calmly walked over, and holding the plate with just one hand, he reached out to place it on the table. However, perhaps it was because he wasn’t paying much attention to his movement, he ended up releasing the plate in midair, causing it to fall to the ground and shatter into fragments. At the same time, the honeydew slices splattered all over the ground, making them inedible.
Seemingly not expecting such an incident to happen, Lin Jiage looked at the mess on the ground and apologized, “Pardon me, my hand slipped…”