Shen Jiayu immediately felt embarrassed and could only glare at Shen Silan, who was trying not to laugh.

"Ayu, don't be angry. I was just taking a shower and I wasn't wearing any clothes."

Su Ping's soft, gentle voice came through the phone, tinged with shyness, which made him unconsciously a little distracted, and he couldn't help but turn off the speakerphone.

Even though Silan is still a child, he doesn't want him to hear Pingping speak in that tone; he'll get jealous.

"Um."

Her throat was practically parched from straining, and all she got in return was a "hmm?" What did he mean? Was it not okay?

Shen Jiayu lay back on the bed and continued, "I'm not angry."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he heard Shen Silan click her tongue twice beside him.

I don't know who it was just now, but that old face was so long, like a donkey's face.

"It's good that you're not angry. It's getting late, Ayu, you should go to sleep and have sweet dreams."

Shen Jiayu, who was not sleepy at first, actually felt sleepy after hearing her voice. He wondered if he was sick, but he felt more vulnerable than usual and couldn't help but whine to Su Ping, "Can I not hang up?"

Not hanging up?

Su Ping didn't react for a moment, and asked, "How can you sleep if you don't hang up?"

Shen Jiayu glanced at Shen Silan, who was sleeping on the cot next to him. Shen Silan understood and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He's so sensible that he feels sorry for himself; he's endured so much at such a young age.

"Just leave it hanging there, as if you're keeping me company..."

Wow, has the old cow finally figured it out? Trying to sleep on a live stream like a young person, huh?

Shen Jiayu had only said it casually, but he didn't expect her to actually keep it up with him.

My heart immediately felt sweet, as if it had been soaked in honey.

After a short while, it quieted down over there.

She spent the entire afternoon and evening helping me with my errands, and she's really exhausted. Now she's even making phone calls to me.

[Ding! The corruption value of the character Shen Jiayu has decreased by 1%, currently at 4%!]

Su Ping, who was watching a variety show with her microphone muted, was a little confused when she heard the notification that Shen Jiayu's "darkening value" had decreased.

What's wrong with them all today? Why did their "darkening" level drop on its own?

Now that the three of them have almost reached single digits in their corruption level, she feels she will be able to go back soon.

With something to look forward to, Su Ping got up early in the morning, drove to a breakfast shop, ate a bowl of noodles, and then put the bowl of seaweed and pork rib soup that had been packed next to her into the thermos she had brought with her.

Their swift movements stunned the waiter who hadn't yet left.

"Thank you, the soup is delicious."

After thanking the waiter, Su Ping ignored the waiter's stunned expression and rushed to the hospital with the thermos.

When she arrived at the hospital, Shen Jiayu had already changed his clothes and was waiting for her to pick him up.

Upon seeing her, he glanced at his watch and said, "It's 9:30. Why are you so late?"

That tone makes me want to slap him twice across the face.

So they really treat her like a live-in nanny, right?

Why aren't you saying anything?

Seeing that she remained silent, Shen Jiayu looked up and saw her still glaring at him, cursing and swearing.

"Oh dear, what's wrong? Did I get up too early and not sleep well? My eyelids are tired and starting to cramp."

After Su Ping finished speaking, she pretended to rub her eyes.

"Didn't sleep well?"

Shen Jiayu found it hard to believe. There had been no movement from her side before 11 o'clock yesterday. How could she not have slept well?

Just then, he saw Su Ping looking at him with a somewhat aggrieved expression and speaking.

“I was thinking of making you some soup last night, so I didn’t sleep well. I got up at 5:30 this morning to make the soup, and it took me two and a half hours. I didn’t even have time to eat breakfast myself before I brought it to you.”

"And then you blame me for being late."

As she spoke, her eyes became a little red.

Shen Jiayu wanted to slap himself for questioning her and getting angry at her without understanding the whole story.

Just as Su Ping was about to put on another good performance, Shen Jiayu stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.

"Pingping, I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Su Ping blinked. Her acting skills weren't even halfway done yet, and she already believed it?

Shen Silan looked at the two people hugging each other, shook her head with disgust, walked over, opened the lid of the thermos, took a bowl and scooped two spoonfuls for herself.

Why does this smell so familiar?

Shen Silan, not believing it, took a bite. How come it tasted so much like the soup made by the chef the school hired from outside?

"Auntie, did you really make this yourself?"

Su Ping shuddered as she looked at the little brat who had questioned her.

"Yeah, your skills are pretty good, aren't they?"

Shen Silan didn't expose her, and nodded: "It's really good, you could even open a shop."

Shen Jiayu saw that the thermos was only so big, so he quickly went over and put the lid on.

"This was cooked for me by your aunt. These two spoonfuls are enough for you; the rest is mine."

Seriously? You're so naive?

Shen Silan began to doubt whether Shen Jiayu in front of her had become a different person. Where had the mature and steady uncle from before gone? Why was he acting like a primary school student now, even trying to snatch things?

Su Ping watched as Shen Jiayu drank every last drop of soup, and touched her nose guiltily.

"Ayu, if you like to drink it, I can make it for you in the future."

Shen Jiayu reached out and pulled Su Ping onto his lap.

"You don't need to do that, it will hurt my feelings."

Faced with his affectionate gaze, Su Ping felt goosebumps all over her body.

Does this guy think he looks cool?

Someone please save her, she's really starting to feel psychologically uncomfortable from all this oil.

Finally, Shen Silan couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to hug Shen Jiayu's arm: "Uncle, when are we going home? I don't like the smell in the hospital."

Shen Jiayu's expression froze. He thought back to when Gu Lan passed away, he was so young, he didn't even know if he could remember anything.

Shen Jiayu released Su Ping and patted his head: "Okay, if you don't like it, let's go home."

After dropping them off at the door, Su Ping made an excuse and slipped away.

Shen Jiayu originally wanted her to spend more time with him, but he felt obligated to do so. He thought that Pingping must have gotten up early to make soup for him and hadn't slept well, so he couldn't bear to leave her. He could only watch the car disappear from sight with reluctance.

On the way back, Su Ping rolled down the car window and felt that the air was much fresher.

But as she drove, she felt something was wrong. The car behind her seemed to have been following her ever since it started from the hospital.

She turned on her turn signal and pretended to turn right, but accelerated straight ahead two seconds before the red light turned on. The car behind her didn't react in time and, in a moment of panic, ran the red light and chased after her.