Ning Lang glanced at her phone and stood up.

"Someone is coming to deliver food. Get into bed and lie down. Cover yourself with the blanket, turn on all the instruments, put on the oxygen mask, and don't utter a sound, no matter what."

Ning Lang answered the call and then strode out.

A moment later, a middle-aged woman, still quite attractive, carrying a large bag in her left hand and a large bamboo basket in her right, followed Ning Lang in.

"Mr. Ning, these are all the套餐 (set meals) you requested. Where should I put them?"

Ning Lang pointed to the sofa and coffee table, "Just put it over there, I'll wait for my sister-in-law to come over after get off work so we can eat together."

The middle-aged woman nodded in agreement, glancing at the hospital bed out of the corner of her eye.

Various complex instruments were beeping, and the person on the hospital bed was motionless, with an oxygen mask over their face, seemingly unconscious.

Ning Lang said calmly, "Alright, go back to the shop and help out. Bring me a bowl of mung bean soup for dessert in an hour."

The middle-aged woman nodded hurriedly and forced a smile.

"Um... Mr. Ning, Secretary Chen asked me to tell you that Mr. Jiang has come to the store to look for you several times."

Ning Lang smiled slightly, "I understand, you can go back now."

The middle-aged woman nodded, then stole a few more glances at the person on the hospital bed before slowly walking out.

Ning Lang closed the door.

A moment later, the faint sound of the elevator opening could be heard from the other side.

Sheng Xuan leaped up, disgustedly shaking off all the various wires binding her body, and ripped off her oxygen mask as well.

Who is that woman?

Ning Lang walked to the coffee table, gently opened the bag, and took out a series of takeout boxes.

“She came to ‘Yipinxiang’ to apply for a job more than three months ago. Her alias is Lin Mei, and her real name is Liu Zhen. She used to work at Shengju’s company and had an ambiguous relationship with him for more than ten years.”

Sheng Ju was the head of the second branch of the Sheng family and also Sheng Xuan's second paternal uncle.

More than three months ago?

Sheng Xuan suddenly realized—at that time, her grandfather was on his deathbed, and the two of them hurriedly got their marriage certificate.

He chuckled, a half-smile playing on his lips, and said, "You're quite quick on your feet, and you can reach quite far."

Ning Lang said calmly, "The old fox has hidden his tail quite well, but I'm not stupid either."

She knew that the second and third branches of the Sheng family were in cahoots, and that with so many people involved, their intentions were complicated, so she naturally had to be extra careful.

Sheng Xuan's gaze shifted slightly, and he couldn't help but secretly give her a thumbs up.

She is always deep and steady in her actions and thoughts, and her mind can easily wander far and wide. In contrast, he is far from capable of that.

He saw that she was eating one serving, so it was clear that the other one was for himself.

Having only eaten some steamed buns and soy milk early in the morning, he was already starving. He hurriedly opened the basket and took out a soup, a dish of vegetables, and a dish of meat.

Then, he opened the takeout box—it was his favorite taro rice.

He didn't stand on ceremony with her at all, and devoured his food with gusto.

He used to be so picky about food that he was almost abnormal. He didn't like eating anything like onions, garlic, cilantro, lettuce, fatty meat, or fish.

The family's cooks had all lost their hair long ago, and cooking for the young master was like going to the guillotine.

Until he entered high school, when lunch had to be eaten in the school cafeteria and students were not allowed to bring their own food, he was so hungry that he was dizzy and could only eat whatever was available, which is when he began to stop being a picky eater.

He suddenly remembered something and said, "I heard Liao Congming say a few days ago that No. 1 Middle School no longer requires students to eat lunch in the school cafeteria."

Liao Congming would secretly come to see him every few days, and although his family did not agree to him being too close to him, he simply ignored them.

Ning Lang held her chopsticks gracefully and ate slowly.

"There wasn't one before, and there wasn't one later either. That rule only existed during our high school years."

Sheng Xuan grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Damn it! I've been so hungry so many times that I feel dizzy and weak!"

Ning Lang calmly took a sip of soup and gave a soft "oh".

"I asked Principal Liu to make this rule back then."

Sheng Xuan, with a piece of pork in his mouth, stood there dumbfounded: "..."