Looking at the golden fried rice in his hand, Fu Jinglin suddenly felt as if it weighed a ton.

Lin Qiong tilted her head and looked at the person, "You have this kind of quirk?"

"Hmm." The syllable was muffled and heavy. Fu Jinglin forced himself to speak, "Standing makes it easier to digest."

He was in a state of unspeakable suffering. If he had known that coming over to eat leftovers would mean being punished by standing in the corner, he wouldn't have argued with his mother.

Lin Qiong persuaded, "Why don't you sit down and eat? Standing is uncomfortable."

Fu Jinglin was grateful, but since his uncle hadn't given him any food, he didn't dare sit down and secretly glanced at Fu Yun.

Fu Yun glanced at him. "What are you looking at?"

Fu Jinglin quickly shook his head, "No, it's nothing."

"Sit down when I tell you to."

After hearing this, Fu Jinglin put down his bag and sat down. He then placed the plate on the coffee table and hunched over a small chair, munching away on his meal.

Lin Qiong watched the man wolfing down his food and asked, "How long has it been since you last ate?"

Fu Jinglin lowered his head and stuffed rice into his mouth, extending three slender fingers.

Lin Qiong was somewhat surprised, "Three days?"

Fu Jinglin took a sip of water and swallowed his food. "Three hours."

"..."

The plate of fried rice was devoured in a flash, finishing in just a few minutes. Fu Jinglin looked at Lin Qiong like a refugee fleeing famine, "Want some more?"

Lin Qiong nodded. "It's in the pot in the kitchen."

This time, Fu Jinglin learned from his previous mistake and didn't say anything. Instead, he handed the plate to the person.

The intention is obvious.

Give me some more.

A cold, indifferent voice came from behind him, "Don't you have hands?"

Fu Jinglin: ...

Finally, to avoid running back and forth, Fu Jinglin scooped out all the remaining fried rice from the pot.

Looking at the Mount Everest in the other person's bowl, Lin Qiong asked, "Is it okay if you always eat this much?"

Fu Jinglin nodded seriously and said to Xiao Yiyi, "Although she practices sports, she has always had a big appetite. She's been like this since she was a child, I don't know why?"

"What else could it be?" Lin Qiong glanced back at Fu Yun. "It's genetic."

Fu Yun: ...

After everyone finished eating, Fu Yun finally looked at him properly and asked, "What's the matter this time?"

"Mom doesn't understand!" Fu Jinglin exclaimed, his face full of confusion and anger, like a raging lion. "She always forces me to do things I don't want to do, and she never understands why!"

Lin Qiong quietly spoke up from the side, "Don't you have any self-awareness at all?"

"..."

To save the ball from wandering, he was treated like an idiot and an ATM, and then ran away from home.

Fu Jinglin defended himself, saying, "I just don't like her forcing me to do things I don't like."

Fu Yun: "Compare?"

“I don’t think I need to attend extracurricular tutoring classes,” said Fu Jinglin.

Fu Yun: "You still have half a year to prepare for the college entrance exam."

Fu Jinglin said seriously, "I think tutoring is just a waste of time."

Wow! He's a top student.

I never expected that my nephew, who looks as silly as a husky, is actually quite intelligent.

Lin Qiong, while eating grapes, looked at the person and asked, "Are you applying to Tsinghua University or Peking University?"

Fu Jinglin scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly upon hearing this, "I don't know, but I think both are fine."

"Really?!" Lin Qiong exclaimed. "What's your score now?"

"Three hundred and fifty."

Lin Qiong's bulging cheeks paused.

Fu Jinglin looked at the person shyly, "Which one do you think is better?"

Lin Qiong was silent for a while, then patted the person on the shoulder, "Studying is not the only way out."

"..."

Fu Jinglin took out his phone and glanced at it, only to find that his mother hadn't called. "It's not always like this, I just hope Mom can resolve the issues between us."

Lin Qiong spoke softly, "Haven't you ever considered that you might be the problem?"

"..."

Fu Jinglin looked at the two of them and said, "Is this how you discourage a college entrance exam candidate?!"

Fu Yun: "You've left."

Fu Jinglin, as flexible as a spring, said, "Then you should just keep attacking."

Because the Fu family didn't hire any servants, the guest rooms on the first and second floors had never been cleaned and were unusable, so Fu Jinglin had to sleep on the sofa, just like last time.

Lin Qiong had already skillfully curled up on the sofa, and she and Fu Yun went back to the third floor.

Lin Qiong opened the door for the person, saying, "It's getting late, you should rest."

Fu Yun: "Ignore whatever he says to you next time."

"No, I don't mind." Lin Qiong: "Respect and love the young."

Fu Yun.

Young, Fu Jinglin.

A family should be together all the time.

Fu Yun looked at him and said, "Good night."

"Don't say goodnight yet." With that, she hurriedly ran back to her room and then ran back, holding a bottle of milk in her hand. "Drink this before you go to sleep."

Fu Yun: "..."

"I know," Lin Qiong said, twisting the bottle cap open with a slight force and handing it to the frail, helpless baby. "Drink it."

The person took the milk and pushed the person into the room, saying, "These past few days, during your rehabilitation, you specifically went to a traditional Chinese medicine clinic to learn some massage techniques. You asked the doctor, and he said that massaging before bed every day is quite good."

As she spoke, she led the person to the bed. Lin Qiong sat beside the person without saying much and began to massage them with her hands and feet.

The young man looked serious, and his hands were very small on people's legs.

"Yun, do you feel like this?" Lin Qiong leaned down and gently pressed her elbow on the acupoints to relieve fatigue, not daring to use too much force.

Fu Yun looked down and was taken aback. The young man was wearing loose pajamas, and as he leaned over Fu Yun's legs, the fabric of his clothes fell down, revealing a clear view of the young man's fair neck and chest.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, but remembering that the book hadn't reached that point yet, he took a deep breath and turned his head away.

Lin Qiong noticed that the person's complexion wasn't good and wasn't sure what was wrong with them. "Yun, how are you feeling right now?"

"cloud?"

Fu Yun closed his eyes briefly. "If you keep doing it like that, you'll get it."

"Yeah?!"

Hearing the other party's excited tone, Fu Yun's eyebrows twitched, but Lin Qiong rolled up her sleeves, eager to try, "Then give me another massage."

Without giving anyone a chance to refuse, he buried himself in his work, sometimes bending over and sometimes leaning to the side.

Fu Yun looked away for a moment, but her gaze involuntarily fell on the person.

After a massage, Lin Qiong was sweating a little. She looked up to check on the other person and found that the other person also had a thin layer of sweat on their forehead.

Lin Qiong was a little surprised, "Yun, are you hot too?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a few tissues, intending to wipe the person's face.

Fu Yunyin said hoarsely, "Just do it yourself."

Lin Qiong said "oh," but asked expectantly, "How come you don't feel anything?"

"If you feel like it, I'll massage you every day from now on."

The man swallowed hard and slowly said, "No."

Lin Qiong was a little disappointed after hearing this, "Really? Then I'll learn from you for a while longer before I start giving you a massage."

Seeing the sweat on his forehead, I suggested, "Let me take you to take a shower."

As he spoke, he was about to lift the blanket covering the person's waist.

Fu Yun reached out and pressed it down, "No need."

Aren't you going?

Fu Yun removed the person's hand, "No need for now."

Lin Qiong was somewhat surprised. He knew Fu Yun's lifestyle better than anyone else; if he was sweaty, he would never stay in bed.

Fu Yun looked at the person with a slightly unnatural tone, "I'm starting to feel something."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong said, "Is that so? Then wait a little longer before we push you."

"No need," Fu Yun refused. "You should go back and rest first. You can take care of yourself."

You don't need to force yourself.

"without."

After Lin Qiong left the room, the man breathed a sigh of relief and then got up and went to the bathroom.

An hour later, Fu Yun went back to bed and took out her bedtime reading book.

10. Treating someone you like as an exception or differently (I mean good treatment; the kind of attention-seeking behavior that involves pulling strings or making a fuss isn't an exception, it's childish). Simply put, it's double standards.

You use a different set of standards to make the other person feel that you care about them the most!

After finishing his daily review, Fu Yun closed his book, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

The next morning, Lin Qiong got up as usual and went downstairs to cook, only to find Fu Jinglin still fast asleep on the sofa.

Lin Qiong remembered that the doctor said yesterday that today's rehabilitation part was very important, and she thought it would definitely be much more difficult, so she specially cooked some black chicken soup.

Fu Jinglin, who was still unconscious, suddenly sat up from the sofa after smelling the odor.

Dinner's ready!

I got up and went to the kitchen.

"Hey, what's for breakfast this morning?"

Lin Qiong didn't even look at him. "Porridge and steamed buns."

Fu Jinglin pointed and asked, "What's that?"

"Black chicken soup."

"I want to drink."

Lin Qiong said sternly, "That belongs to your uncle."

After hearing this, Fu Jinglin trembled and withdrew his hand, saying, "Pretend you didn't say anything."

Not long after, Fu Yun also came upstairs.

Seeing Lin Qiong carrying soup out of the kitchen, Fu Yun greeted her, "Good morning."

Lin Qiong smiled and said, "Good morning."

Fu Jinglin also raised his hand, ready to greet people at any time.

But the man simply pushed his wheelchair past them.

Fu Jinglin asked sourly, "Where's your uncle?"

Fu Yun glanced at him and said, "Do whatever you want."

"..."

Single people have no rights?!

After having breakfast, Lin Qiong planned to take Fu Jinglin out.

Fu Jinglin disagreed, saying, "It's Sunday today, so I don't have to go to school. I should stay home and lie down."

Lin Qiong replied decisively, "No."

"Why?!"

"Your uncle is doing you a favor, and you'll be bothering him if you stay at home."

Fu Jinglin finally gave in after hearing this.

After coming out with the others, he asked, "What are we going to do now?"

"Go to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic."

"Where are you going? What are you doing?"

Lin Qiong stopped at a red light. "Learn massage."

"Well, my stomach hasn't been feeling well lately, so I'll go with you to get it checked out."

The two arrived at the traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Lin Qiong greeted everyone familiarly, but as a parent, she decided it would be better to accompany Fu Jinglin for a checkup first.

"How is the doctor?"

The doctor adjusted his glasses. "It's nothing, just a little indigestion."

After hearing this, Fu Jinglin frowned. "Doctor, could you take another look? Do you think there's something else wrong?"

Lin Qiong: ...

If you're not sick, why aren't you driving?!

The doctor reiterated, "It's just indigestion, nothing else."

Fu Jinglin: "But Baidu says..."

Lin Qiong raised her hand and smacked Fu Jinglin on the head, "You've been looking at Baidu quite a bit."

Why?

"A disease that would have been cured in a week, but after treatment, you only have a week to live."