Chapter 25 What I Want to Do

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Fortunately, Jiang Siyu said, "You are very important."

However, before he could feel happy about this, her gaze fell on his hands, which were pale from exerting too much force. After thinking for a moment, she examined his hands one by one.

Break it open.

"But my world isn't just about you. Mu Qingye..." Her clear black and white eyes always held an almost deathly calmness.

Even now, faced with his intense grievances and pleas.

She remained calm, but as if she truly sensed his sadness, she softened her voice and said:

"This is very important to me. I'll try to make up with you after I'm done with this, okay?"

Mu Qingye was very susceptible to this. Every time she coaxed him in a soft voice, he would forget all his complaints.

But Mu Qingye won't always fall for this.

This time, he avoided her kiss, released the suitcase from her hand, took two steps back, and stared at her coldly.

Seeing the moment of surprise in her eyes, he felt a perverse pleasure.

Then he made a reckless threat: "If you leave today, never come back."

This was the first and only time Mu Qingye had ever so bluntly and fiercely thrown a tantrum at Jiang Siyu.

The moment he said those words, he regretted it when he saw the intense emotions surging in her eyes.

A deathly silence spread between the two.

Just as Mu Qingye was about to apologize, Jiang Siyu left.

He walked away without looking back.

And he really never came back.

He lost all contact with her after that.

In two years, Bo Siyue has learned to control his emotions and will no longer threaten her with reckless words.

He's learned his lesson and won't throw tantrums anymore.

So this time...

Why don't we keep him by our side?

Bo Siye gently grasped Jiang Siyu's hand and carefully cradled it in his palm.

As he bent down to kiss her burning hot hand, tears silently streamed down his face.

Jiang Siyu slept very soundly.

When she woke up, the sky outside the window was already pitch black.

The lights in the ward were off, but a ray of light shone beside her.

It was Bo Siye playing on his phone.

"You're awake." Noticing her gaze, Bo Siye put down his phone.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, covering Jiang Siyu's eyes with his hand while turning on the ward light.

The dim light shone through his fingers; such thoughtfulness was too ambiguous, not the distance their current relationship should have.

Jiang Siyu turned her head away from his hand.

Noticing her resistance, Bo Siye's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, stiffened for a moment, but he quickly withdrew it as if nothing had happened.

"Your temperature has returned to normal. Take your medication again before bed tonight. If you don't have any other discomfort, we can go home now."

Bo Siye looked at her as she sat up and said, "Then tomorrow, I'll come to the hospital with you again."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Jiang Siyu lifted her eyelids and glanced at Bo Siye.

"Thank you, but I can come by myself tomorrow."

Aside from work, Jiang Siyu didn't want any further involvement with Bo Siye.

"No need to thank me." Bo Siye ignored the coldness in her eyes: "But I insist on accompanying President Jiang on this trip."

After saying that, he took out the off-white trench coat that had been prepared from the bag and covered Jiang Siyu with it.

Before she could struggle, his long arms scooped her out of bed and carried her steadily outside.

Jiang Siyu's first reaction was resistance, but she quickly realized that she was not only not wearing shoes, but also not having her phone with her.

If she couldn't let Bo Siye take her, she would have to think of other ways.

trouble……

With this thought in mind, Jiang Siyu's stiff body gradually relaxed.

Fortunately, Bo Siye didn't do anything else unnecessary.

After arriving at the garage, Bo Siye picked her up again, and only after reaching the front door did he remind her, "Password."

“Fingerprint lock.” Jiang Siyu glanced at him. The door could indeed be entered with a password, but Jiang Siyu didn’t want Bo Siye to know.

After unlocking, the door opened, and Bo Siye carried Jiang Siyu as she changed her shoes at the door, his familiarity with the place as if he had been there countless times.

Once on her own turf, Jiang Siyu managed to wriggle free from Bo Siye's embrace.

This time, Bo Siye did not stop her.

But seeing her standing barefoot on the ground, Bo Siye quickly picked up the slippers she had taken off next to the carpet and bent down to place them in front of her.

"Thank you." Even if Jiang Siyu didn't want to talk to Bo Siye anymore, she wouldn't be so ungrateful.

Once her feet were in the comfortable slippers, Jiang Siyu looked at the person still standing in front of her.

Aren't you going back yet?

"I won't answer." Bo Siye said, taking out his vibrating phone and answering it.

"Wait a moment," he said to the person on the phone, then quickly walked to the door and opened it.

Jiang Siyu looked at his actions with suspicion, and then saw Bo Siye carry in a bag of things.

"What is this?" Jiang Siyu asked.

Bo Siye carried the bag of things and walked towards the kitchen.

"You haven't eaten anything today, let me make you something."

After saying that, Bo Siye strode into the kitchen.

He took the vegetables out of the bag, and then the fruit.

Jiang Siyu stood at the kitchen doorway watching him busily working in an orderly fashion, a scene that haunted her vision of when he was still using the name Mu Qingye.

"Ayu." Seeing her standing at the door, Bo Siye put down what he was holding and walked towards her. "Go change your clothes, there's blood on them."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Siyu looked down at her nightgown and saw that it was indeed stained with a few drops of blood from her nose, and that the blood had dried.

Upon seeing the oxidized color of the blood, Jiang Siyu's eyes immediately turned disgusted.

Ignoring what Bo Siye was busy with, she turned around and went back to her room to change her clothes.

When she came out, the living room was filled with the rich aroma of frying pork lard.

Jiang Siyu's eyes lit up.

Before she even got there, Bo Siye had already noticed her.

I'll cook you a bowl of clear soup noodles. It's not a big portion, just a little bit to tide you over. I'm worried you'll get a stomachache if you eat too much at night.

His soft chatter drifted from the kitchen, and Jiang Siyu stood in the living room watching him busily working in his apron.

Perhaps not hearing her reply, Bo Siye stopped chopping scallions and turned to look at her.

Seeing her staring intently at him, the man's lips curled into a smug smile:

"Am I so handsome that you're impressed?"

Jiang Siyu: "..."

Bo Siye's handsomeness doesn't need anyone else's approval.

His authoritative face would not be questioned in any circle.

"Why do you still cook for me?" Jiang Siyu had wanted to ask this question since she tasted the food that Bo Siye had made that morning.

They broke up a long time ago.

Bo Siye also vented his dissatisfaction, saying he didn't want to be his own chef.

"If I wanted to do it, I did it." Bo Siye looked away and continued preparing the dishes.