Although there was no food to eat here, it wasn't inhumane. He had hands and feet and money, so he could buy things outside the manor and wouldn't starve to death.

He just had no appetite and no interest in anything.

However, Ling Guang was a very thoughtful child. Knowing about Jiang Chuting's situation, he secretly sneaked in early in the morning to bring him food.

To make it easy to carry, he brought steamed buns and pastries, which were still warm, as well as a bag of water.

"Please make do with this for now, young master. I'll bring you something else tonight."

"This is already very good, thank you." Actually, he might not have been able to eat anything else.

He hadn't eaten for two days, and he really needed to eat something to replenish his strength.

"Young master, what do you plan to do next?" Ling Guang poured water into a teacup and handed it to him with both hands.

He didn't know what was wrong with Lin Zhi and Jiang Chuting, but Jiang Chuting was clearly at a disadvantage and unwilling to leave. He couldn't persuade her to leave. Ling Guang didn't know what else he could do besides bring her some food.

Knowing that he was the most important person to Yun Zique, Ling Guang was eager to do something for him.

But he had asked the wrong person. What should he do? Jiang Chuting didn't know either. He couldn't even see Lin Zhi.

Ling Guang said, "Anyway, if you need me, young master, I will do anything for you, even at the cost of my life."

His words were too harsh. Jiang Chuting could sense that Ling Guang's kindness towards him stemmed from his affections for Zi Que, and instead of directly rejecting his good intentions, she smiled slightly at him.

Seeing that Jiang Chuting had finally eaten something, Ling Guang left with peace of mind.

Not long after Ling Guang left, a commotion suddenly came from outside the courtyard. Jiang Chuting quickly cleared away the unfinished food on the table and hid it.

Before long, two maids entered carrying trays and placed a steaming breakfast on the table. Jiang Chuting watched silently. After a while, someone brought tea and hot water for washing up.

Jiang Chuting stopped one of them and asked, "Excuse me, who sent you to deliver this?"

The servant bowed, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Then, at noon and in the evening, meals were delivered, the dishes were light and delicate. After dinner, someone brought hot water and filled the bath tub more than halfway.

Jiang Chuting could roughly guess who it was. He was clean and preferred a good bath to eating.

While I was soaking in hot water after taking off my clothes, someone broke in through the window.

Ling Guang's eyes widened slightly when he saw the steam emanating from behind the screen. He scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Young Master, I'll come back later."

"No need, please sit down, I'll be right there."

Jiang Chuting's gentle voice came through the door. Ling Guang wasn't gay; his embarrassment stemmed from his fear of embarrassing Jiang Chuting. Since Jiang Chuting was composed, he sat down at the table as instructed and waited.

The food on the table was still untouched. Ling Guang took out the roast chicken he had brought and placed it next to him. He felt that Jiang Chuting was too thin and needed to eat some meat to nourish himself, but as a servant, he couldn't get any delicacies in the mansion and could only get this much.

Jiang Chuting quickly tidied up, changed her clothes, and came out with her hair still wet.

Ling Guang turned his gaze and saw him walking slowly towards him, dressed in a light blue robe with his hair loose. His expression froze for a moment, and he suddenly felt as if the boy in the painting from more than ten years ago had gracefully stepped out.

If Young Master Yun hadn't died, these two would surely have had a wonderful life together. It's just a pity... even if Young Master Yun were still alive, this person's choice wouldn't be unique anymore, only adding to their suffering.

"Eat more, eat more, have some soup too, and a chicken leg, here you go, try it." Ling Guang knew Jiang Chuting had food, but he still came to urge him to eat something: "You look terrible, you're eating less than a three-year-old, how can you do this?"

Ling Guang treated him like a picky eater, which made Jiang Chuting both amused and exasperated.

But he really couldn't eat the chicken leg.

Not only could he not eat, he also subconsciously avoided it. He almost vomited when he smelled that cloying aroma.

Ling Guang frowned, quickly moved the roast chicken aside, and said seriously, "Are you sick? I know a little about medicine, let me take your pulse."

As soon as Ling Guang reached out his hand, both of them changed their expressions slightly. Someone had arrived, and very quickly, already inside the courtyard.

If Ling Guang went out the window at this moment, he would definitely be discovered, so he grabbed the roast chicken and hid behind the screen.

Jiang Chuting remained calm as he stared at the tightly closed door. The next moment, it was kicked open, revealing a handsome young man in purple robes with his sleeves tied. A gust of wind caused his hair ribbon to flutter and fall.

His cold, dark eyes flickered, and he stared at him expressionlessly.

Jiang Chuting was overjoyed. She stood up and went to greet him, saying, "You've come."

Lin Zhi shook off the hand that was reaching out to him, put his hands behind his back and stepped in, with Jiang Chuting following closely behind him.

Lin Zhi glanced at the food on the table that looked barely touched, tapped her fingers twice, and said, "Not eating or drinking? Are you going on a hunger strike?"

Jiang Chuting's heart lit up when she saw him. Ignoring his sarcastic remarks, she took his hand and led him to sit at the table. Then she sat down next to him and said with a light smile, "No, I just finished taking a bath. I'll eat now. My appetite has improved since you came."

Lin Zhi was inexplicably pulled in the hand by him, and then inexplicably forced to sit down at the table. Her body stiffened for a moment, and she said angrily with a sour face, "Do you think I'm concerned about your health? Don't flatter yourself. It's none of my business if you starve to death. Just don't act like you've suffered a great injustice. No one here has wronged you."

Seeing that he was starting to get angry again, Jiang Chuting put down the spoon in her hand, looked at him with her clear, dark eyes, and said in a voice as gentle as a spring breeze: "I know, don't be angry, drink some water."

Jiang Chuting poured him a glass of water and placed it in front of him.

"I don't want it, take it away."

Jiang Chuting did as she was told and then asked, "Have you eaten? Would you like to eat with me?"

"Who wants to eat with you? Who are you?"

He spoke rudely, but Jiang Chuting didn't mind. She picked up her chopsticks and said, "Fine, I'll eat by myself."

Lin Zhi felt like he had punched cotton, feeling angry, frustrated, and resentful. He gritted his teeth and let out a cold snort.

A servant brought him a pot of wine, and he irritably drank it all by himself, one cup after another.

Jiang Chuting forced herself to eat a little, rinsed her mouth, wiped her mouth, and glanced at the other side of the screen out of the corner of her eye.

He didn't want Lin Zhi to leave, but if Lin Zhi didn't leave, Ling Guang wouldn't be able to leave the house today, and there was a possibility of being discovered.

When Jiang Chuting came to his senses, Lin Zhi was resting his chin on his hand, staring intently at the open part of his shirt, his breath carrying a faint smell of alcohol, his eyes seemingly both sober and intoxicated.

Jiang Chuting understood what Lin Zhi wanted to do whenever he looked at him like that, but he absolutely couldn't do it now. He subconsciously raised his hand to tighten his clothes.

Seeing this, Lin Zhi covered his eyes and chuckled, his voice low and husky: "What are you covering up for? I've touched every part of your body you could touch, and now you're pretending to be so high and mighty? Or perhaps..."

Lin Zhi released his hand, stared at his face, tilted her head and asked, "This face and this body of yours can only belong to one person, and I can't touch it?"

The previously peaceful atmosphere suddenly changed, as if the air itself had become tense and ready to explode at any moment.

He had become obsessed with this issue. Jiang Chuting shook her head, just about to explain that she was simply feeling unwell, when Lin Zhi suddenly stood up and overturned everything on the table, smashing it to pieces on the floor.

"Then I absolutely have to touch it today."

He was pulled to his feet by Lin Zhi, then pushed onto the table. Lin Zhi covered his lips with hers and roughly tore at his clothes.

If there were no one else in the room, Jiang Chuting would definitely have complied with him, but Ling Guang was still there.

"Lin Zhi, stop, stop." Whether it was because Lin Zhi was strong after drinking or because she was too weak these past two days, Jiang Chuting found that she couldn't push him away.

The more he resisted, the harder Lin Zhi attacked, biting Jiang Chuting hard on the collarbone. Jiang Chuting winced in pain and let out a low groan.

To make matters worse, just as the storm was raging, a loud, unmistakable noise suddenly came from behind the screen.

Lin Zhi stopped abruptly, turned his head sharply, and released Jiang Chuting.

Just as he was about to go over, Jiang Chuting grabbed his wrist and called out urgently, "Lin Zhi!"

Just as the delay occurred, a gray figure swiftly darted out, leaped through the window, and disappeared in no time.

After a moment, Lin Zhicai slowly turned his head back, his eyes bloodshot, but his tone was surprisingly calm, "You did this on purpose?"

Jiang Chuting was disheveled, her clothes were rumpled, and her lips were swollen. She looked disheveled and couldn't deny it when questioned like this.

Lin Zhi didn't get angry, and calmly continued to ask, "Who is it? I'll give you a chance to tell the truth."

“A friend thought I had no food, so he brought me some.”

"Friends?" Lin Zhi reached out and smoothed his messy hair, then asked, "You have friends in my Lin residence? When did you meet them?"

Jiang Chuting inwardly cursed, "This is bad! Ling Guang is wearing the clothes of a servant of the Lin family, and Lin Zhi just saw him."

Lin Zhi curled the corners of his lips and chuckled softly, "You've only been back at the Lin family with me for a few days, so it's no wonder you haven't made any friends yet. So who is it? Why are you avoiding me so nervously? Could it be someone you met more than ten years ago? Is it related to my father?"

Jiang Chuting hadn't expected him to be so sensitive, and quickly said, "No, you've misunderstood. He just pities me."

Lin Zhi's face turned cold: "I'll give you two choices. First, you tell me who he is, and I'll let him go. Second, I'll have someone investigate. And if they find out, guess what I'll do?"

Lin Zhi's words, "Spare him," were completely unbelievable. Jiang Chuting shook his head, suddenly feeling weary, and said, "Why bother? He's just a servant who pities me."

"Yes, why bother! I already know the answer, why am I wasting my breath talking to you here!" Even after saying this much, he still refused to reveal who it was, and Lin Zhi's paranoia completely erupted.

It turns out that he not only deeply missed the deceased, but also had the leisure to meet with old friends when their relationship was on the verge of collapse. Were they getting together to reminisce about the past?

Lin Zhi felt his blood boiling with insane jealousy. What did this person take him for?

Lin Zhi, radiating coldness, stormed out the door, but Jiang Chuting quickly caught up with him and blocked his way with open arms.

"I'm not telling you because I feel guilty or because I'm deliberately hiding it from you, but because you're not calm."

Lin knew: "Yes, you always have a reason, you always have your own difficulties, and it's always me who's wrong."

"No, it's my fault. I'm sorry for making you like this." Jiang Chuting grabbed his hand and said in a trembling voice, "But Lin Zhi, we should resolve our own relationship problems. Don't drag innocent people into this. Otherwise, things will only get worse."

Lin Zhi glanced at him coldly. "Whether he's innocent or not, I'll find out once I find that person." With that, he forcefully pulled his hand back and walked away from him expressionlessly.

Jiang Chuting turned around, watched his departing figure, and sadly closed her eyes.