Nangong Jue remained silent.
Le Yao suddenly grabbed a gauze and pressed it hard against his wound.
Nangong Jue immediately screamed in agony: "You're trying to murder your husband?"
Aunt Bai, standing outside the door, trembled in fright. "Oh dear, the young mistress is really something. But the young master certainly needs to be disciplined. If he had been like this earlier, he probably would have a little master by now."
"He's my ex-husband." Le Yao smiled and removed her hand. "Do you want to talk about it now?"
“It’s just as you think. I… mobilized special forces.” Nangong Jue sighed. “I violated discipline.”
"So this is punishment from the special forces?" Le Yao frowned, feeling a mix of emotions.
“Yes.” Nangong Jue nodded. “But this is already very light.”
"What about the heavier ones?"
"Expulsion."
Le Yao: ...
Okay, special forces are soldiers too, right? And soldiers value honor the most, so it's true that being discharged is more severe than physical punishment.
"Um..." Nangong Jue noticed that Le Yao was silent, and immediately prepared to say something.
"Thank you." Le Yao picked up the medicine bottle, quickly applied the medicine, and then bandaged him up.
"No...no need."
"Alright, you can rest now." Le Yao packed up the medicine box and then got up.
"you……"
"Take a nap," Le Yao said, taking a blanket and covering him with it before turning and leaving.
Hearing the door close, Nangong Jue sighed in frustration. That woman was heartless. It seemed his attempt to play the victim had failed. But... he reached up and touched his butt. His wife had still touched his butt. Was that... progress?
Le Yao didn't leave; instead, she went to the kitchen.
Aunt Bai rushed in upon seeing this: "Young Madam, what are you doing?"
"Let's make him something to eat." Le Yao smiled. "What ingredients do you have?"
"They're all here," Aunt Bai hurriedly pointed to the refrigerator.
Le Yao glanced at it, took out half a black-boned chicken, and also picked out some jujubes and goji berries. She made a pot of chicken soup, turned the heat down to low, and then called to Aunt Bai, "Turn off the heat in half an hour and give it to him when he wakes up."
"and you……"
"I have to go back now, I've been out long enough." Le Yao smiled. "Have someone pick up tomorrow's meals from next door."
"Oh." Aunt Bai was delighted to hear this, as long as the young mistress wasn't neglecting the young master.
Nangong Jue drifted off to sleep again, as the medications contained analgesics and sedatives. When he woke up, he found that two hours had passed. He sighed again, got up, and went to his study; he still had many things to take care of.
"Young Master." Soon, Aunt Bai brought over chicken soup and knocked on the door. "Have some soup."
"I don't want to drink, I have no appetite."
"Oh? This soup was simmered by the young mistress for over an hour..." Aunt Bai exclaimed. "Isn't this a waste? Well, I guess I'll have to keep it. It smells so good..."
"Bring it in," Nangong Jue suddenly roared.
Aunt Bai smiled and quickly brought in the chicken soup.
"Did Alan really make this?"
"Yes," Aunt Bai nodded. "The young mistress was busy for more than an hour. When she left, she said that she would prepare and deliver all three meals for the young master from now on."
Upon hearing this, Nangong Jue's expression softened, and he even smiled slightly. He picked up the chicken soup and drank a large bowl of it. As expected of Alan's cooking, the taste was completely different.
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