Chapter 51: Work is not as important as my daughter-in-law

The few of them had a brief conversation.

Madam Shen set her eyes on Shen Xichuan, but she endured it and did not explode in front of Mr. Liang and the others.

"How is Xiaolan doing now?"

Shen Xichuan stood aside, and when he heard this, he said in a calm tone, “The anesthetic hasn’t worn off yet, and he’s still in a coma.”

He didn't say much either.

Mrs. Shen knew that Mrs. Liang was inside, so she asked, “Can I go in and see Xiaolan?”

Shen Xichuan tightened his jaw, looked up at the person in front of him and said, “She needs to rest.”

So, I can’t see anyone.

Madam Shen was about to explode when she heard this.

Patriarch Shen quickly grabbed her and whispered, "It's still the middle of the night. If we go in, we'll only disturb Xiaolan. Why don't we wait until she wakes up tomorrow and come see her."

Madam Shen glared at Shen Xichuan.

Shen Xichuan remained calm.

Mrs. Liang heard a familiar voice outside and got up and came out.

She saw Mrs. Shen startled for a moment, but she wasn't surprised, "Yu Fei, you're here?"

Madam Shen hurriedly walked over, “Xiao Ya, have you seen Xiao Lan?”

Madam Liang nodded and opened the door a little so that Madam Shen could see Xu Jialan lying on the hospital bed inside.

She spoke softly, "Xiao Lan hasn't woken up yet, but she's fine. She needs to rest for a while."

Mrs. Shen noticed the gauze on Xu Jialan's neck with her sharp eyes.

She frowned, feeling a little distressed.

She already knew what had happened at that time, and naturally knew what the wound was about.

"Okay, okay, I'll personally make some soup for her tomorrow to nourish her body."

Shen Xichuan stepped forward, closed the door without a trace, and then stood in front of Madam Shen, with a headache, “Mom, don’t you have work tomorrow? You probably don’t have time to stew soup.”

Mrs. Shen glared at him and said, “How can work be more important than my daughter-in-law?”

Shen Xichuan: “…”

He was just afraid that if he drank this bowl of soup, his wife would be gone.

Mr. and Mrs. Liang had no idea what was going on and didn't notice anything.

Shen Yankai coughed lightly, stepped forward and put his arm around Madam Shen’s shoulders, explaining, “Mom, why don’t you give Xiaochuan a chance? Shouldn’t you serve your own daughter-in-law yourself?”

As he spoke, he gently squeezed Mrs. Shen's shoulders and gestured to Mr. Liang and Mrs. Liang beside her.

Mrs. Shen reacted quickly.

"Yes." She clapped her hands and smiled. "Our Xiaochuan is a pretty good cook. I'll have someone send the ingredients over, and I'll have him make soup for Xiaolan tomorrow."

All the wards here have kitchenettes.

Hearing this, Mrs. Liang was a little surprised, "Xiao Shen can cook?"

Mrs. Shen looked at her and blinked, "Yeah, didn't I tell you? His cooking is delicious. If he were in a restaurant, he would definitely be a chef."

Shen Xichuan: “…”

Madam Liang glanced at Shen Xichuan and nodded with satisfaction, “So amazing?”

“Of course.” Madam Shen turned to Shen Xichuan, keeping a smile on her face, but her eyes were full of warnings, “Then Xiaolan’s soup tomorrow will be left to you.”

Shen Xichuan: “…Got it.”

Mrs. Shen was very satisfied.

They didn't stay in the hospital for long.

Shen Yankai was responsible for sending Mr. Liang and Mrs. Liang home.

The head of the Shen family asked the family driver to come and pick them up.

Before leaving, Madam Shen whispered in Shen Xichuan's ear, gritting her teeth, "I'll settle the score with you tomorrow."

Shen Xichuan: “…”

After he sent the person away, he turned around and went back to the ward.

Xu Jialan was still sleeping peacefully.

Shen Xichuan pulled out a chair very lightly, sat beside her bed, and just looked at her quietly.

…

the next day.

Xu Jialan was awakened by the pain.

Her brows were furrowed, and before she opened her eyes, her hand subconsciously reached towards her neck.

Before I could touch the neck, my hand was grabbed halfway.

"Don't scratch. Does the wound hurt?"

A deep male voice sounded in my ears.

Xu Jialan regained consciousness, slowly opened his eyes, and saw Shen Xichuan sitting beside him.

She was stunned for a few seconds, "You..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was extremely hoarse.

Shen Xichuan tilted his head, brought out a cup with a straw in it, handed it to her lips, and said in a gentle voice, "Drink some water first."

Xu Jialan opened his mouth, bit the straw, drank half a cup, and then let go.

Shen Xichuan put the cup away and directly wiped the water stains on the corner of his mouth with his fingertips.

Xu Jialan watched his movements and his breath caught slightly.

She swallowed and didn't dare move.

Shen Xichuan still held her hand, lowered his eyes to look at the gauze on her neck, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no bleeding.

His eyes fell on her face, "Does the wound hurt?"

By this time, the anesthetic should have worn off.

Xu Jialan hummed softly, "A little bit."

"The wound is quite deep. The doctor sewed it up for you and hasn't removed it yet. It might be a little painful. If you can't stand it, take painkillers, okay?"

Shen Xichuan’s voice was slightly low, and it felt a bit coaxing.

Xu Jialan smelled the light scent of shower gel on his body, which was a bit strange.

But it smells good too.

She met his scorching gaze, her eyelashes drooping slightly, "Okay."

Shen Xichuan looked at her quietly for a while.

He wanted to say something, but seeing her slightly pale face, he didn't say anything in the end.

He tightened his grip and gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

Xu Jialan nodded.

We agreed to have hotpot last night.

She hasn't eaten since last night.

Suddenly remembering something, Xu Jialan looked at Shen Xichuan, “Our hot pot ingredients…”

The two looked at each other in silence for a while.

Shen Xichuan paused, “I’ll have someone deal with it later.”

There were a lot of frozen foods in it, and since there was no air conditioning in the trunk, the food must have gone bad.

Xu Jialan said "oh".

Shen Xichuan squeezed her hand and said, “Hot pot, we’ll eat it next time.”

"Okay," she said.

"I made some soup for you, would you like to try it?" Shen Xichuan asked with a smile on his face.

Xu Jialan was stunned for a few seconds after hearing this, "You stewed it?"

Shen Xichuan nodded, “Yes, do you dare to taste it?”

Xu Jialan knew what he meant and remained silent.

Seeing her hesitation, Shen Xichuan narrowed his eyes slightly and squeezed her hand.

"Xu Jialan, I'm not a kitchen killer now."

Hearing his serious explanation, Xu Jialan pursed his lips and smiled, "Yeah, I know."

"Then why are you hesitating?"

Xu Jialan blinked, "Can't I hesitate?"

Shen Xichuan stared into her eyes.

The two looked at each other closely.

When the man saw his face reflected in her clear eyes, his eyes darkened and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He coughed lightly, then said, "Sure, but my pot of soup might be wasted."

Xu Jialan thought for a moment, "Then...how about I try it first, and then decide whether to continue drinking it?"

Shen Xichuan raised his eyes slightly, “Okay, you can do whatever you want.”

He stood up, released his hand, and touched her head. "Wait."

Xu Jialan held his hand and watched his back as he walked into the small kitchen.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and her peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the familiar velvet box on the bedside table.