The two of them went to the living room, sitting directly on the couch while the butler was already on his way to invite Rong Honghui and Rong Jiaojiao, who had been waiting at the door for several minutes.
A few minutes earlier, upon hearing the butler tell them to wait, Rong Honghui’s face darkened a bit.
He had just mentioned to Rong Jiaojiao that ever since Rong Qingqing moved into Shen Manor, she had become more and more pretentious.
Then the butler suddenly came over to invite them inside, and they had no idea if he had heard what Rong Honghui said.
When Rong Honghui and Rong Jiaojiao entered, Shen Jue was pouring tea for Rong Qingqing and handed her an orange, "This is from Lin Bufan’s grandmother in the countryside, who grows them herself. Every year, when the first batch of oranges ripens, she sends some to Lin Bufan and our family. Try it and see if it’s good."
Rong Qingqing exclaimed and turned her head away, "Take it away, I’m too lazy to peel it."
"What, aren’t you just lazy enough?" Shen Jue took it back and peeled the orange in a few moves before handing it back to her.
"Be a good person to the end and peel off the white threads too~" Rong Qingqing laughed like a little rascal.
Shen Jue said disdainfully, "Such high demands."
But he still complied.
The two chatted away, seemingly oblivious to Rong Honghui and Rong Jiaojiao entering.
It wasn’t until Shen Jue patiently peeled a smooth orange and handed it to Rong Qingqing that he looked up and, as if just noticing them, invited them to sit down.
"We went to the hospital first thing this morning to visit Qingqing, but didn’t expect Qingqing to be discharged so early. When we heard from the doctor, we came straight to Shen Manor to see you."
At this point, Rong Honghui couldn’t really argue with Shen Jue and Rong Qingqing about their rudeness, especially since he was here today to make amends with Rong Jiaojiao.
They couldn’t just put on the airs of an elder and offend them before even speaking.
"Oh." Rong Qingqing absentmindedly responded to Rong Honghui while twirling the orange in her hand, then turned to Shen Jue, "What’s with your eyes? Can’t you see there’s still a white thread here?"
Rong Honghui’s mouth twitched.
Rong Jiaojiao stood there with a look full of resentment.
How dare Rong Qingqing order Shen Jue around like that?
After criticizing Shen Jue’s vision, Rong Qingqing finally moved her own fingers to peel off that white thread, then split the orange in half and handed one half to Shen Jue, "This is for you."
Shen Jue had just witnessed the perfect embodiment of a saying from Rong Qingqing.
What does it mean to overstep boundaries?
Rong Qingqing was doing it right then.
Probably realizing she might have gone too far, Rong Qingqing glanced at Shen Jue’s expression.
Sure enough, he didn’t look too pleased.
Rong Qingqing gave a gentle nudge with her toe against Shen Jue’s, and gave him a meaningful look.
The gesture was full of an attempt to appease him.
Only then did Shen Jue lightly chuckle and let it slide.
While observing Shen Jue’s expression, Rong Qingqing bit into a piece of orange.
Juice exploded in her mouth.
Rong Qingqing’s taste buds were instantly hit with an intense sensation.
"Oh my heavens... so sour~" Rong Qingqing’s face scrunched up from the sourness.
It could be said that her face was distorted by the sourness.
"Shen Jue, you eat, you eat more." Rong Qingqing shoved the rest into Shen Jue’s hands, patting his arm, "Sour boys, spicy girls. Eat more sour, then you’ll definitely have a son." Fresh chapters posted on NoveI~Fire.net
Shen Jue was amused by Rong Qingqing’s distorted face and couldn’t help but pinch her cheek, "Afraid of a little sour, are we?"