She said a lot with tears in her eyes, but Di Mingjue showed no reaction. "Are you done?"
Her eyes hung on her eyelashes, half-falling, half-staying. Lu Sisi looked at his reaction in a shattered state.
"If you're done, move aside," Di Mingjue commanded dismissively.
Lu Sisi numbly moved to the side.
Di Mingjue walked straight past her, entering the elevator without looking back.
Was she that annoying to him?
Lu Sisi turned coldly to face the closed hospital room door. What she wanted, she had never failed to get. Flipping her forehead, she stepped into the elevator.
Di Mingjue went out and did nothing. He took a stroll in the garden and returned to the ward with some food.
"Not awake yet?" Di Mingjue placed the box on his lap and opened the outer plastic bag. He opened the outermost box, revealing an exquisite cake.
The sweet scent of cream instantly filled the ward, which reeked of disinfectant. Jiang Ziyu opened her eyes and swallowed.
"Apologize to me!" Di Mingjue held the cake and swayed it in front of her. "If you apologize, we'll eat together."
"Tch!" Jiang Ziyu turned her head to look out the window.
She wasn't a child, eagerly obeying his words for a piece of food.
Di Mingjue, who thought he had Jiang Ziyu completely figured out, saw her unwillingly turn away. He helplessly turned to the other side and coaxed her, "I bought this specifically for you. Won't you do me the honor of trying it?"
The small cake was placed only a few centimeters from her, its aroma constantly wafting into her nostrils.
Sweets represent a good mood. No one dislikes them. Jiang Ziyu stubbornly ignored it, struggling to turn her body, refusing to acknowledge him.
The hospital bed creaked. Di Mingjue was truly afraid.
"Alright, I was wrong. I apologize. Please do me the honor of trying it!" Di Mingjue reached out and placed his hand on her arm.
Jiang Ziyu pushed upwards, trying to shake off his touch. However, she underestimated a person's tenacity.
Coaxing her shamelessly, Jiang Ziyu's rigid attitude was broken.
Di Mingjue personally placed the fork in her hand and then held the cake in front of her. If their business partners saw this, they might wonder what magic potion Jiang Ziyu had given Di Mingjue to turn a man who commanded the business world into a personal servant.
"Mr. Di," the doctor pushed the door open for a check-up and saw the cake in his hand. "Madam Di cannot eat this yet."
Walking forward a few steps, the doctor awkwardly took the cake from Di Mingjue's hand. "The cake is too high in oil and sugar. Madam Di is still on a bland diet. To be discharged and return to normal life as soon as possible, please bear with it a little longer."
As he spoke, the cake fell from his hand into the hands of a nurse beside him.
Jiang Ziyu watched helplessly as the food, which was almost in her mouth, was packed up and taken away.
Di Mingjue was about to get angry, but when he heard that it would affect her wound, he immediately responded with a proper attitude, "What else can't I eat?"
"Fried and spicy foods are also not allowed, as they can cause melanin precipitation. The scar color will then be darker than the surrounding skin after healing."
Following the doctor's advice, Di Mingjue ordered Shen Lin to find a nutritionist to be responsible for Jiang Ziyu's meals. To ensure she ate on time, he had someone stay in the ward at all times, ready to serve.
Fortunately, they were in a VIP ward with complete facilities, otherwise, he would have had to find someone to install a mobile kitchen in the ward.
With the exclusive nutritionist responsible for her food, Jiang Ziyu dreaded meal times every day. Her health was taken care of, but she lost the joy of living.
After a week, Jiang Ziyu finished her monitoring at the hospital and was taken back to the Di residence.
After nearly half a month apart, the old lady learned that she was returning today. Early in the morning, she dispatched the butler to tidy up their room and instructed the maids to start preparing lunch from early morning.