Chapter 251: Once I die, I won’t be able to bother you anymore

Yu Qinghuan was dressed neatly, standing at the door and looking at Xiaoying.

"Aren't you going to send porridge? Where's the porridge?"

Xiaoying grinned, knowing that Miss Yu was soft-hearted and would never let her master find food by herself.

"In the kitchen, Miss Sangru is cooking."

...

The night was as quiet as water. There were only two candles lit in Cheng Gongjin's room, making it very dim.

When Yu Qinghuan entered the room carrying the food box, Cheng Gongjin was leaning on the couch by the window, slightly tilting his head to look at the sparse moonlight outside the window. His outline looked particularly deep in the dim light.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly turned his head and looked at Yu Qinghuan. The corners of his lips moved slightly, "Gone?"

Cheng Gongjin's voice was lower than usual, with a hoarseness that came from either just waking up or deliberately suppressing it.

Yu Qinghuan pursed her lips, the anger in her heart that had been ignited by him interrupting her good things several times had not yet completely died out.

"Let's go." She deliberately put the food box heavily on the small table beside the couch, making a dull "bang" sound.

"Don't you want to drink porridge? Come on and drink it."

As she spoke, she lifted the lid of the lunch box, took out a bowl from it, filled it with hot vegetable porridge, and placed it on the table.

In the warm white porcelain bowl, there is a soft, sticky porridge with a few green vegetable leaves. It looks very delicious. The heat and rice fragrance fill the room, covering up the original medicinal smell.

Cheng Gongjin looked at her steadily, with no intention of reaching out to take the bowl.

Yu Qinghuan paused. What did he mean? He just said he was hungry, and now the porridge is here, but he doesn't want to eat it?

"Why don't you eat?"

Cheng Gongjin slowly adjusted his sitting position to lean more comfortably, with a lazy posture and dignified manner.

Then, he raised his chin slightly, his eyes swept over her hands, and finally fell back on the bowl of porridge: "I don't have the strength to lift my hands."

Yu Qinghuan: "..."

A burst of fire suddenly shot up to the top of my head!

He has hands and feet, do I have to feed him myself?

Yu Qinghuan put her hands on her hips and said, "Just now, you still had the energy to order Xiaoying to chase them away. How come you don't even have the energy to drink a bowl of porridge now?"

Seeing her obviously unhappy expression, Cheng Gongjin frowned slightly, but his tone remained calm, "Are you reluctant to part with him, or are you speaking up for him?"

Yu Qinghuan took a deep breath and suppressed the dissatisfaction of being disturbed in her heart. She felt that these two people were here to torture her.

She pulled the corners of her lips and put on a fake smile, "How could that be? I wanted to send him away earlier and then come to accompany you."

As he said this, Yu Qinghuan picked up the bowl of porridge, took a spoon, and sat down next to him, looking attentively as if he was going to feed him the porridge.

As they got closer, Cheng Gongjin could see more clearly. His eyes swept across her slightly messy temples and her slightly swollen lips. His eyes suddenly darkened, and his voice was filled with a sour tone that he himself had not even noticed. "Madam Yu, I won't live long."

A hint of doubt flashed across Yu Qinghuan's eyes. Why did he suddenly bring this up again?

Cheng Gongjin said calmly, "Once I die, I won't be able to bother you anymore."

Yu Qinghuan: "...Don't think that I will feel sorry for you just because you say this."

She said this, but she was soft-hearted. Forget it, why bother with him, a man who was about to die?

What bad intentions could Cheng Gongjin have? He just wanted someone to feed him some porridge. No big deal.

With a stern face, she picked up a spoon and stirred it in the thick porridge. She scooped up a spoonful. Her movements were not gentle, and even a little forceful. She raised her wrist and put it straight to Cheng Gongjin's lips.

The spoon was passed to him so quickly and straight that it almost hit his lips.

The porridge was boiling hot and still emitting curls of steam, but Cheng Gongjin seemed not to notice it. He just raised his eyelids to glance at Yu Qinghuan, then slightly opened his thin lips and took a sip of the spoonful of boiling porridge into his mouth.

The hot rice porridge enters the mouth, bringing a burning and numb feeling.

Cheng Gongjin's brows furrowed visibly, but he did not spit out the porridge. Instead, he pursed his lips, letting the pain spread, his deep eyes fixed on the person in front of him.

Yu Qinghuan originally wanted to play a trick on him, but he just ate it silently. She felt anxious and a little irritated.

Even a three-year-old child knows to spit out something that is hot in the mouth. He is a 33-year-old man, and it is not known whether he is trying to save face or is deliberately making her feel distressed.

At this time, the porridge had cooled down a little. Cheng Gongjin rolled his Adam's apple, swallowed it, and slowly curled the corners of his lips towards Yu Qinghuan.

“It’s delicious.”

The smile was very faint, with a hint of seeing through her teasing and just indulging her.

Yu Qinghuan's fingertips began to feel hot as she held the bowl, and her heartbeat quickened.

She glared at Cheng Gongjin, scooped another spoonful of porridge, and this time blew on it slightly, feeling that the porridge was a little cooler, before she brought it to Cheng Gongjin's mouth. It was obvious that she no longer had any resentment in her heart.

After finishing his bowl of porridge, Yu Qinghuan packed up the lunch box and wanted to leave.

"Anything else?"

Cheng Gongjin's voice was hoarse, but his eyes were still fixed on Yu Qinghuan, and the candlelight was dancing in his eyes.

It was clearly an ordinary look, but it made Yu Qinghuan's heart skip a beat. She subconsciously avoided that almost scorching gaze and clenched the handle of the lunch box with her fingertips.

"Of course there is porridge." She pretended to be calm. "Sang Ru cooked a big pot. If you are not full, I will go get you more."

After saying that, she turned around and tried to leave, but her wrist was tightened.

A bony hand reached out from the couch and grasped her precisely.

The warmth from Cheng Gongjin's palm came through the thin sleeves. The force was not strong, but it brought a sense of control that could not be escaped.

Yu Qinghuan was forced to turn around.

Cheng Gongjin was still lazily leaning on the couch, with his other hand resting on his knees. Only the hand that was clasping her wrist was gently rubbing the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist with his fingertips with a slow and grinding force.

The action was very casual, but to Yu Qinghuan, it was a deliberate teasing.

Cheng Gongjin said calmly, "He wants to take you to meet the second son of the Xie family?"

Yu Qinghuan responded, "I didn't agree."

She tried to pull her hand back, but her fingertips accidentally brushed against Cheng Gongjin's palm.

The slight touch caused Cheng Gongjin's hand to tighten suddenly, and the force increased a bit, pulling her a step closer.

Yu Qinghuan's knees almost touched the edge of the couch.

Cheng Gongjin tilted his head slightly, the dim light outlining his clear jaw and neckline. "Why can't I see you?"

Yu Qinghuan was pulled by him so that she couldn't stand steadily, and her body leaned forward slightly. Her breathing seemed particularly abrupt and a little ambiguous in the silence where you could hear a pin drop.

"Cheng Gongjin, aren't you really afraid that he'll find out about us one day and hate you?"

Cheng Gongjin's eyes slowly swept across her red lips that were pursed due to nervousness, and his eyes suddenly deepened, "Are you afraid?"