Ji Shiyou stumbled into the monitoring room, asking Jun Hui to induce vomiting and stomach pumping. He didn't want his stomach to perforate.
Facing Jun Hui's mockery and ridicule, saying he brought it upon himself, Ji Shiyou just smiled and didn't respond.
After more than an hour of toiling, Ji Shiyou, exhausted, returned to the ward and saw Ming Yue sitting at the dining table.
"There's more?"
Ming Yue's eyes were fixed on him, a bowl of porridge placed before him. Ji Shiyou's legs went weak.
Thinking Ming Yue wanted him to have another bowl because she thought he liked it, he truly couldn't do it anymore.
"Why?"
Ming Yue's expression was stern, like she was interrogating a prisoner. Ji Shiyou felt nervous. Was Ming Yue angry that he had deceived her again?
"I didn't mean to lie to you. Don't think about divorce.
We have a contract. For these three months, you can't mention the word divorce."
Ji Shiyou held his head up, took out the contract, and said nervously.
"Why could you drink a whole bowl of such terrible porridge? Do you have no taste buds?
I checked your body and found no abnormality in your sense of taste!
Tell me, why did you drink the porridge? Where did you go just now?"
Her stern expression turned to confusion. Ming Yue couldn't understand. After Ji Shiyou left earlier,
she also felt hungry and went to the kitchen to get a bowl of porridge for herself.
However, as soon as it touched her lips, she vomited. She couldn't swallow it at all.
Thinking of Ji Shiyou drinking a large bowl of it without changing his expression, she was utterly perplexed.
So, when Ji Shiyou returned, she was eager to know the reason.
"It's not about divorce, that's great. Is it just this?
My taste buds are fine, don't worry. I wanted to make you happy.
Seeing you seemed a bit down earlier, I pretended the porridge was delicious and drank the whole bowl.
Were you happy then? As a couple, we should make each other happy.
I'm just that thoughtful, a peerless good man, aren't you moved?"
Learning that Ming Yue was waiting for him and wasn't angry, Ji Shiyou smugly sat opposite her at the dining table and began to praise himself.
"You went through all that trouble just to make me happy?"
"Gurgle, gurgle."
Ming Yue was a little touched. She had already tasted how awful the porridge was.
Ji Shiyou had drunk a whole bowl to please her, and it was hard not to be moved.
She wasn't good at expressing herself and was racking her brain for words of thanks.
At that moment, a gurgling sound interrupted her thoughts. Ming Yue blushed.
The sound came from both her and Ji Shiyou's stomachs. It was already eight in the evening.
Both of them were hungry. Ji Shiyou had drunk a bowl of porridge, but he had vomited it all out. Ming Yue hadn't eaten anything.
"Shall I order takeout?"
Ming Yue said, casually taking the bowl of porridge from the table back to the kitchen to destroy the evidence, and was about to order food.
"Let me cook some noodles. Takeout takes time, and it's faster to make it yourself.
You've been busy all day, rest for a while, and we'll eat soon."
Ji Shiyou followed her in, opened the refrigerator, saw the sliced noodles, and took them out.
Then, Ming Yue's eyes widened as she watched Ji Shiyou boil water, cook noodles, fry an egg, prepare the soup, and blanch vegetables.
In less than five minutes, two bowls of fragrant noodle soup appeared before them, as if by magic.
And as the noodles were finished, he also cleaned up the kitchen, which had been made a mess by her attempt to cook porridge.
They say men who can cook are the most handsome. Watching Ji Shiyou's every move in the kitchen, Ming Yue found him incredibly handsome, her eyes full of admiration.
"What are you staring at? Get the chopsticks, it's time to eat."
Ji Shiyou brought over two bowls of noodles and a small plate of mixed vegetables.
Seeing Ming Yue frozen there, he reminded her to get chopsticks, as he couldn't hold them himself.
"This is delicious! I didn't expect your cooking to be so good. Can you teach me?"
Taking a bite of the noodles, accompanied by the refreshing mixed vegetables, and then a sip of the soup, Ming Yue closed her eyes in satisfaction.
Although it was her first time eating it, Ming Yue tasted a familiar flavor: happiness.
"If you like it, I'll make it for you every day. You don't need to learn; just focus on eating."
Recalling the taste of the porridge from earlier, Ji Shiyou felt a chill down his spine and secretly resolved never to let Ming Yue enter the kitchen again.
"Why did you pretend to be sick?"
The two of them devoured the two bowls of noodles, eating until they were stuffed.
Having eaten too much, sleeping immediately would be bad for their health, so they sat on the sofa to digest. Ming Yue suddenly asked.
"Well, I pretended to be sick because I didn't want to go home.
You know my family situation. As the head of the Ji Group and the sole heir of the Ji family.
I have a stepmother and a half-brother at home. Money tempts people.
The dirty secrets of wealthy families are shameful to speak of, you understand, right?"
He hadn't expected Ming Yue to ask about this, but fortunately, Ji Shiyou reacted quickly, speaking half-truthfully.
He spoke vaguely, with an expression of helplessness, letting Ming Yue figure it out for herself.
"So you were afraid your stepmother and brother would harm you, so you pretended to be sick and hid in the hospital, afraid to go home.
How pitiful. But don't worry, with me here, they won't be able to hurt you.
I will protect you. We'll go home tomorrow, and I want to see what tricks they have!"
Ming Yue indeed imagined a dramatic family feud, a persecuted family heir.
His mother had passed away, his father was biased, and he only had a loving grandmother, but she was old and he didn't want her to worry.
Facing a wicked stepmother and an ambitious brother, he could only pretend to be sick and hide in the hospital, not daring to go home.
No one to help him; how tragic, how pitiful, how helpless!
Thinking of what Ji Shiyou had done for her, Ming Yue decided that for these three months, she would not only resolve the matter of the Seven Fiends.
She would also resolve the threats from Ji Shiyou's family in return for his efforts.
Looking at Ji Shiyou's pitiable appearance, gazing at her expectantly, Ming Yue stroked his head.
"Did I pass? An unexpected bonus, she touched my head.
But what kind of look is that? It's like petting a pet.
A pet is fine, as long as the plan to win her over progresses.
Ji Shiyou thought, shamelessly leaning closer. Ming Yue smelled so good!
"I'm tired, I'm going back to my room to sleep. You've also had a long day and just recovered from a fever, so get some rest early!"
Ming Yue suddenly felt that at some point, their bodies were very close, almost touching.
Ji Shiyou's strong masculine aura made her heart race, and her face felt flushed.
So she pushed Ji Shiyou away and, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumped up from the sofa and ran back to the second bedroom.
"She's really strong! But I like it."
Ji Shiyou was pushed back, hitting his head on the wooden armrest of the sofa.
When he got up, Ming Yue was nowhere to be seen; she had already returned to her room.
He rubbed the back of his head, a smile on his face, and returned to his ward.
"Jun Hui, find someone else to monitor the surveillance. The Seven Fiends probably won't act anytime soon.
Go handle another matter: investigate Ming Yue's background and report back as soon as possible."
Ji Shiyou returned to his room, not to sleep, but to pick up his phone and give Jun Hui new orders.