Zhan Bei Jue was disappointed by her lack of remorse.
"I don't want to say anything too harsh. Let's leave it at this and not continue. You should leave quickly."
Seeing her son repeatedly telling her to leave, Madam Zhan became angry again.
"It seems you've never given up on that vixen, still being swayed by her words."
"If that's the case, why did you hide the children all that time and pretend to tell me about your..."
How did the conversation turn to this?
Zhan Bei Jue's expression darkened, and he was truly angered.
"I hope this is the last time you mention the children."
"If I find anyone else in this room hearing this besides you and me, don't blame me for turning ruthless."
"I have my own reasons for doing things, and I don't need your interference. Please leave."
"Don't force me to call someone to escort you out."
Madam Zhan finally understood; Zhan Bei Jue had gone mad.
For that vixen, he was willing to turn against his own mother.
"Zhan Bei Jue, you're so foolish. I'm telling you, sooner or later you'll see her true colors, and you'll regret it..."
"Even if I regret it, I won't come crying to you, don't worry."
Madam Zhan trembled with anger, completely speechless.
She shot her son a look of despair and turned to leave the room.
Jiang Nan Fang came out after washing up in the bathroom, only to find Zhan Bei Jue alone in the room.
She continued humming a song in a good mood as she walked out.
"She's gone? Looks like you won the argument."
"I didn't expect you to argue with your mother for me. Could it be that I still hold some importance in your heart?"
Zhan Bei Jue was in a bad mood. Seeing her deliberately humming to provoke him, he snorted coldly.
"Don't flatter yourself. It's not for you. I just hate it when people interfere in my affairs. I'm doing it for myself."
Jiang Nan Fang said sarcastically.
"So that's how it is. Since you and your mother both dislike me so much, there's no point in me staying here. I'll leave then."
As she spoke, she went to get her clothes, intending to change and leave.
Zhan Bei Jue watched her, grinding his teeth.
"Jiang Nan Fang, can you stop causing trouble? Are you not going to stop until you've angered me to death today?"
Jiang Nan Fang's tone was languid.
"You and your mother are united against me, and I'm not dead yet. What are you so angry about?"
Zhan Bei Jue changed the subject, "Alright, enough nonsense! I need to use the restroom, hurry up and help me!"
Jiang Nan Fang stood still. "Dream on."
"Your mother just cursed me out so harshly, and now you want me to help her son? Am I that shameless?"
"..." Zhan Bei Jue was speechless for two seconds. "So what do you want now?"
"If you want me to help you, you have to tell me yourself that you hate your mother, that she's the most detestable woman in the world."
"With me in this room, she's not welcome. From now on, wherever I am, she is not allowed to appear."
"Heh," Zhan Bei Jue laughed in exasperation. "Don't you think you're being ridiculous?"
"Ridiculous? Then I'll leave."
Jiang Nan Fang made a move to change her clothes and leave again.
Zhan Bei Jue was about to explode, and could only roar furiously,
"Alright, stop this nonsense! Isn't it enough if I do as you say?"
That's more like it.
Seeing her mother and son argue over her early in the morning, and the older woman losing, Jiang Nan Fang felt incredibly pleased.
After changing her clothes, she handed Zhan Bei Jue his cane and helped him laboriously to the restroom.
Then she asked what he wanted for breakfast.
Zhan Bei Jue's usual breakfast was Cantonese dim sum, prepared by their home's Cantonese chef, with a light flavor.
But there was no Cantonese chef here, and he didn't want Jiang Nan Fang to go out for breakfast, wasting their time together.
So, after thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's just order takeout."
Ordering takeout so early in the morning seemed unhealthy.
Jiang Nan Fang helped him back into bed.
"There are places selling breakfast near the hospital. I'll go down and get you some steamed buns and plain congee. You can't eat anything greasy now anyway."
"Then hurry back. I'll only give you five minutes."
What did he mean, only five minutes?
Jiang Nan Fang pouted, "What? If I don't come back within five minutes, are you going to deduct my salary?"
Why was this woman so aggressive? She picked a fight at the slightest disagreement.
To prevent her from giving up and leaving, Zhan Bei Jue had to swallow his pride.
"I'm starving. I'll die if you don't come back within five minutes. So please be as quick as possible, okay?"
That's better.
Soon, Jiang Nan Fang returned with a plastic bag of steamed buns and two bowls of plain congee.
She hadn't eaten properly for days, and last night she'd watched Zhan Bei Jue eat without tasting a bite herself.
To be honest, she was starving by now and felt very uncomfortable.
She put the food down, handed Zhan Bei Jue a steamed bun, and took a sip of congee while biting into her bun.
Unexpectedly, Zhan Bei Jue looked at her devouring the bun, her smooth little face puffed out like a cute hamster, and felt an urge to get close to her again.
"What? Aren't you going to feed me?"
Jiang Nan Fang nearly choked on her steamed bun.
"You're not a three-year-old child. It's your leg that's injured, not your hands. Do you really need someone to feed you?"
"If I have to do everything myself, then why did you ask me to come over for ten million?"
Zhan Bei Jue looked at her, unmoving.
"Serving me is part of your job. Hurry up."
"Don't forget who's in charge now," Jiang Nan Fang continued to stuff buns into her mouth.
"You want me to feed you? Should I just chew it up and spit it into your mouth?"
It was an unintentional sarcastic remark.
To her surprise, Zhan Bei Jue actually took it seriously.
A thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly cupped her face with both hands, opening his mouth to bite her.
Fortunately, Jiang Nan Fang reacted quickly and turned her head, and he ended up kissing her cheek.
Jiang Nan Fang was furious and punched him in the chest.
"What are you doing? Your leg is still injured, and you're acting out? You think I wouldn't dare hit you?"
"Let me warn you, Zhan Bei Jue, we're no longer together! If you dare lay a hand on me again, I'll report you for molestation!"
"..."
"Don't move, sit back down, lie down properly, and apologize to me!"
He was living too miserably.
He hired a nanny for ten million, and she wouldn't even let him touch her.
Thinking about it, Zhan Bei Jue, who had lived for 30 years, had never suffered such humiliation before.
And apologize to her? Wasn't it her who had forced him back then?
Seeing him knit his brows, looking defiant, Jiang Nan Fang stuffed the last bite of the bun into her mouth and clapped her hands.
"You think you've done a great job and are in the right, so you don't need to apologize, right?"
"Fine. Then call Zhong over. I don't want the rest of the money, and I'm leaving now."
"What else can you do besides threatening me?"
"I can't do anything else, I only know how to threaten."
Jiang Nan Fang was completely unaware that she had become so emboldened.
"Call Zhong and have him come over. I'm leaving now."
Zhan Bei Jue clutched his chest in anger, feeling like he was going to die at her hands.
"Your mouth is full of oil, as if I'm dying to kiss you. I won't touch you again, alright?"