Lan Ziye stood up immediately as if he had seen a savior. Without waiting for the maid to ask, he rushed to say, "Put the things here!" At the same time, he turned sideways to reveal the bedside table.

The maid hurriedly and respectfully placed the food on the bedside table, then said respectfully, "Madam, the housekeeper asked me to ask you, should your lunch be served or should you wait until you are free to eat in the restaurant?"

Lan Ziye was about to speak when Chu Xixuan interrupted him coldly. "Send the young lady's food here. Ask the housekeeper to add a table in my room. Until my injury is healed, the young lady will eat in the room!" He paused and said, "You don't have to follow the daily menu. Just follow what the young lady likes!"

The maid was stunned. "Move to the room to eat? Or move to the eldest master's room?" Did she hear correctly? Was this still the old eldest master Chu? If he wasn't bedridden, he probably wouldn't even eat in his room, right? Didn't the eldest master hate the smell of food in his room? And what about the eldest master's obsession with cleanliness?

"What are you still standing there for? Isn't what I said obvious enough?" Chu Xixuan's voice became even colder, and he said impatiently.

The maid was frightened and hurriedly ran out. Yes! This was absolutely the real eldest son. She had just had the audacity to actually doubt the eldest son.

Meanwhile, in the Chu family's kitchen, Meng Yuanxue was eating her meal bit by bit, her tasteless appearance making Ou Jingyao frown.

Ou Jingyao placed a piece of meat in Meng Yuanxue's bowl and asked casually, "You don't seem to like Miss Lan very much!"

Ou Jingyao asked so bluntly, thinking that Meng Yuanxue would not answer, or would just give a perfunctory answer. However, Meng Yuanxue replied confidently, "Yes, I don't like her!"

After a pause, before Ou Jingyao could react, Meng Yuanxue sneered, "What Miss Lan? Do you think everyone else is a fool? You're just a commoner, yet you're trying to act noble and seduce Chu Xixuan. Don't you think that's abhorrent and disgusting?"

Ou Jingyao stared blankly at Meng Yuanxue and suddenly felt so unfamiliar. But when he thought about it, if it weren't for that incident in Changpu Mountain, he and Meng Yuanxue might have had no intersection at all. Meng Yuanxue was a high-ranking school beauty goddess, and he was just the son of a businessman. Of course, he didn't understand her, and she was of course a stranger to him.

"I think you have some misunderstandings about Miss Lan!" Ou Jingyao thought for a moment and decided to explain to Meng Yuanxue, "Although I don't know how the Lan family lost Miss Lan Ziye, Miss Lan is indeed a legitimate daughter of the Lan family, and the most authentic legitimate daughter of the Lan family, because she has purple eyes!"

"Purple Eyes?" Meng Yuanxue laughed, looking at Ou Jingyao with an incomprehensible look on her face. "You believed a lie like that? The story of a Purple Eyes Patriarch is nonsense. It's just a lie the Lan family made up to maintain their position as one of the five great families. The lie keeps getting more and more outrageous, yet people actually believe it! Oh my God! What's wrong with people these days? Have they read too many myths?"

Ou Jingyao's gentle expression faded, and he said seriously, "Regardless of whether the Purple Eyes Patriarch really exists or not, and regardless of whether you think highly of Lan Ziye or not, it is undeniable that Lan Ziye is now the future Young Madam of the Chu Family, and Chu Xixuan treats her like a treasure."