Shen Jinghe's pale face was still devoid of color, and a strand of black hair fell across his forehead, adding to his overall sense of fragility.
Although Wen Yan only glanced at it before looking away, this brief encounter was deeply etched into her heart.
One word: handsome; two words: good-looking; three words: quite pitiful; four words: I feel sorry for him.
Sigh... Wen Yan sighed silently, glanced at the little red dot getting closer and closer on the navigation, and finally spoke first.
What ingredients do you have at home?
After saying that, she mentally berated herself: "Okay, Shen Jinghe, I admit I'm a pig."
Upon hearing this thought, Shen Jinghe's eyes widened slightly. He was somewhat surprised and found Wen Yan's words inexplicable.
However, he quickly realized what was happening.
Because Wen Yan had said before that anyone who tried to talk to him first was a pig, that's why he said that now.
She really is...
Shen Jinghe unconsciously curled the corners of his lips slightly and shook his head, replying, "No."
"No? Okay, I guessed it. There should be a supermarket near your house, right?"
"have."
"Okay, then keep an eye on things. Let me know when we're almost at the supermarket, and I'll go down to buy some groceries."
"Yes, turn right up ahead, there are parking spaces over there. Then you—"
He stopped talking abruptly halfway through his sentence.
He didn't understand what was wrong with him.
Are he and this woman on good terms? Why does he answer all her questions?
She said she was going to buy groceries, which clearly meant she was preparing them for herself.
Ha, their relationship isn't that close yet, is it?
This is truly bizarre.
He simply leaned back in his chair and turned his head away, making no further sound, but he didn't seem to intend to stop Wen Yan.
Wen Yan was busy looking out the window to find a supermarket and didn't pay any attention to Shen Jinghe's sudden muting.
She found a spot and parked the car in no time.
"Just wait for me in the car, I'll be right back. There's no time to make anything else at this hour. Do you want some noodles?"
Shen Jinghe covered his face with his baseball cap and said in a muffled voice, "I won't eat."
"What would you like to eat? Rice?"
"I won't eat it either."
Wen Yan frowned, a genuine question arising in her mind: "...You don't eat rice or noodles, so what do you usually eat? Do you absorb the essence of the sun and moon to meditate and cultivate immortality?"
"..." Shen Jinghe resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I just don't want to eat this meal."
Wen Yan was even more speechless: "But you just happened to have a hypoglycemic attack after this meal. If that's the case, then I'll just drive you to the hospital."
"No need, you don't have to do that. Give me back the car keys, I'll drive back myself."
As Shen Jinghe spoke, he opened the back door of the car.
Wen Yan rolled her eyes at him and slammed the car door shut.
Does he think he's cool? How can someone who's irresponsible about their own life and health expect others to be responsible for theirs?
Shen Jinghe: "…………" She's still angry?
Wen Yan was indeed unhappy that her good intentions were misunderstood.
"Do you think I'm so eager to cling to you? If you were unconscious and Mom knew I was right there beside you but didn't care about you, how heartbroken would she be? Just stay here and don't go anywhere. Eat whatever I make for you, and don't be picky."
Wen Yan launched into a tirade like she was scolding her grandson, then grabbed her phone and went into the supermarket without even turning her head back.
Shen Jinghe stared at her back. Although he had been scolded, strangely, he didn't seem angry at all.
He awkwardly touched his nose, silently took out his phone, and opened the surveillance camera to check the situation in the living room.
The surveillance camera was originally installed for the family's pet cat, but now he uses it not to watch the cat, but to check the cleanliness of the house.
The cleaning lady only comes every two days. Luckily, the living room isn't too messy, otherwise, given Wen Yan's吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for complaining/criticizing) ability, she would definitely have cursed me to death in her mind.
Then, Shen Jinghe glanced at the cat for a while.
Therefore, when Wen Yan returned with shopping bags, she saw Shen Jinghe making noises while looking at his phone screen.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't curious.
After starting the car, Wen Yan couldn't help but ask, "Were you... with your girlfriend just now?"
Shen Jinghe, disregarding his image, rolled his eyes at Wen Yan.
"You kiss your girlfriend?"
So you have a puppy?
"..." Shen Jinghe was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore. "Turn left into the community and drive all the way to the underground parking garage."
Wen Yan responded with an "oh".
She didn't say anything more, but in her heart she was thinking, "Did I think he was kissing his girlfriend? (°?‵?′??)"
Shen Jinghe has really gone too far.
Even if he did have a girlfriend, let alone not having one now, he would never act like a pervert, glued to his phone and kissing her.
They walked in silence, and Shen Jinghe quickly brought Wen Yan home.
As soon as the door opened, the cat came running at the sound.
Shen Jinghe owns a long-haired Maine Coon cat with exceptionally high looks. The moment you see its gentle face, your eyes light up.
"Wow, those two little tufts of fluffy hair on its ears are so cute! Can I touch them?"
As she spoke, Wen Yan put down the shopping bag in her hand.
Shen Jinghe immediately stopped him, saying, "No, don't touch it. It has a bad temper and might recognize you."
Before he could even finish saying the last word "student," his temperamental and shy cat had already gone up to Wen Yan and started rubbing its head against her leg.
Wen Yan was flattered: "It likes me. It must be because I'm kind. Animals are powerless against people who exude kindness."
As they were talking, the cat jumped into Wen Yan's arms.
Seeing his cat's fawning expression, Shen Jinghe's expression was indescribable.
It can't be said that they are completely different cats; it's more accurate to say that this cat has betrayed its owner.
Seeing that the cat didn't seem to mind Wen Yan, Shen Jinghe walked straight to the sofa.
While petting the cat, Wen Yan asked, "What's its name?"
"Thunderbolt".
"Sinking... Thunder?"
Well, the name does match the cat's imposing appearance, and the puffed-up fur is also quite fitting, as if it has been blasted.
"Then he must be a boy, right?"
"No, she's a younger sister."
Wen Yan: ...Cat: Listen to me, thank you for warming the four seasons.
Although she really wanted to continue petting the cat, Wen Yan didn't forget that there was a patient with hypoglycemia here.
She turned and walked to the door, picked up the groceries, pointed to a door and asked, "The kitchen should be over there, right? You're not a picky eater, are you?"
Thanks to that kidnapping incident, Shen Jinghe now feels nauseous whenever he sees a certain dish.
"I don't eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but anything else is fine."
"Oh." Wen Yan silently put away the tomatoes in her hand, thinking to herself that she was glad she hadn't bought too many. She would eat the two tomatoes as fruit in a little while, determined not to waste them.
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