Chapter 231 A Woman Who Says One Word and Means Another
"He is just suspicious but not sure. Otherwise, why would he need to test him?"
Leng Yanchen took another bite.
I felt really uncomfortable, so I let it go.
Su Yang looked at him being picky about food and rolled his eyes helplessly.
"That's fine, just hold on."
As long as it doesn't affect the master, it's fine. As for him, he is young and can cause any harm.
Leng Yanchen saw her secretly delighted and tapped Su Yang on the head with chopsticks, "You have no conscience."
"Don't hit me on the head. I make a living with my head!"
She stared at Leng Yanchen in pain, rubbed her head, and looked at the man's tired handsome face, she hesitated.
Su Ning approached him with an intention. Should she tell him about this?
"Leng Yanchen, have you ever considered changing your marriage?"
Seeing her eyes rolling around, Leng Yanchen pinched her face and said sternly, "I said I would change and marry you."
"Nonsense."
Su Yang slapped his hand away.
Knowing he was making fun of himself.
"What I mean is, you can marry anyone, but it's best to stay away from Su Ning. She is not someone you can easily mess with. One day, she might bring you downfall."
"It seems you care about me."
"Of course I..." Su Yang paused, "Of course I care about you because of my master."
The man's face turned cold.
Su Yang didn't notice, "Actually, I think Qiao Ruan is pretty good, you can consider it."
Ruanruan likes him so much, he is really a good candidate.
"Oh--"
Leng Yanchen stood up suddenly and said, "Don't bother with that."
This person changes his attitude so suddenly. He is so difficult to deal with.
Zhang Guiyun and the maid came out of the kitchen after cleaning up. Seeing that Leng Yanchen hadn't eaten much at the table, she immediately complained to Su Yang, "I just saw Doctor Leng leave in anger. Did you say something to upset him again? He didn't even eat a few bites of food. He must be starving."
Su Yang curled her lips, "Mom, you are my mother, not his mother, why do you care about him so much?"
"You little girl, we eat and live in other people's houses, do you still have any conscience?"
Su Yang pouted, "It's not my problem. He's picky about food and only likes to eat what I cook."
So that's how it is.
Zhang Guiyun pointed to the kitchen and said, "Go and make him something to eat and bring it in."
"I don't want it!"
Half an hour later.
Su Yang cooked a pot of winter melon and pork ribs soup and knocked on Leng Yanchen's door.
"I'm in?"
There was no response from inside.
Su Yang opened the door.
At the same time, Leng Yanchen pushed open the bathroom door, and the steaming mist wrapped in cedar and sandalwood blew towards him.
Su Yang's fingertips were still on the door handle.
The sight before her made her breath hitch.
Leng Yanchen stood in front of her, with the bath towel hanging loosely around his waist. Water droplets meandered down along the smooth lines of his abdominal muscles and disappeared into the looming shadows.
"Does it look good?" Looking at her eyes fixed on his body, Leng Yanchen's low voice was filled with a hint of teasing.
He wiped his hair carelessly, and his slender fingers slowly threw the towel aside. His lazy posture was fatally attractive.
Su Yang then realized that he had lost his composure and hurriedly placed the soup bowl on the coffee table, with the bowl making a crisp sound as it collided with the tabletop.
"My mother..." Su Yang thought of something and changed her words, "I saw that you didn't eat much. I was afraid that your body couldn't handle it, so I made some soup for you. Drink it before going to sleep, and you will feel more comfortable." She lowered her eyes to avoid the man's fiery gaze, but the tips of her ears flushed uncontrollably, "But don't drink too much, it's not good for your stomach."
Leng Yanchen chuckled, and the towel almost slipped off when he stood up.
He approached step by step, and the scent of white sandalwood enveloped Su Yang, "You are quite considerate."
His warm breath brushed against her red earlobe.
Su Yang took a half step back, his back against the cold wall.
Leng Yanchen supported her head with one hand, and when he leaned over, drops of water fell on her collarbone, causing her to shudder.
"Leng Yanchen, what do you want to do?"
Mom is still outside!
Her nervous heartbeat accelerated wildly and was about to burst out of her mouth.
She turned her face away, but the man lifted her chin with his index finger and forced her to look him in the eye.
Just now I dared to recommend him to Qiao Ruan, but now I feel shy.
This woman who says one thing and means another.
Leng Yanchen's deep eyes were filled with dark tides, and his thumb stroked her hot cheek, "We are grown men and women, what can you do?"
His voice was low and hoarse, "Aren't you looking forward to it?"
As he spoke, his lips were almost touching hers, "Why are you hiding? Are you afraid of me?"
Su Yang's heart almost jumped out of his chest, but his reason returned at the last moment.
She put her hand against the man's lean chest, her heart beating violently under her palm.
"I'm not afraid of you. Move aside. I can't breathe."
Obviously, they were just close, so she should be able to breathe freely, but Su Yang still felt that she couldn't breathe freely.
The strong sense of oppression from him made her lose her mind, and the fatal temptation made her unable to bear it. Her reason and emotion were entangled and quarreled in a complicated way.
On one hand, he told her that their identities did not match and they were destined not to be together. On the other hand, he told her that Leng Yanchen seemed to be interested in her, so they should be together, one day at a time, even if it meant throwing themselves into a flame.
"Leng Yanchen, stop teasing me." She tried to keep her voice calm, "Does teasing me make you feel accomplished?"
She would never forget his attitude after the first time.
It deeply hurt her remaining self-esteem.
Her heart was sealed by her again. Su Yang raised her eyes and stared into his eyes. "Or do you simply want to vent your anger on me?"
Leng Yanchen stared at her stubborn look, took a half step back, and leaned back lazily on the sofa, skillfully controlling the dangerous edge of the bath towel slipping off.
He picked up the spoon and took a sip. "You can go out now."
When Su Yang turned around and fled, he heard the man's meaningful whisper behind him, "Su Yang, from now on, you don't need to please me anymore."
She closed the door, leaned against it and breathed heavily, with the warmth remaining on her fingertips and her heart beating violently in her chest.
He said...
Su Yang pulled the corners of his lips apart.
Zhang Guiyun came over and asked, "Did you drink?"
She tried to force a smile. "Don't you know your daughter's cooking skills? He must have drunk it all. Let's go. He still has work to do. Let's not disturb him."
"Okay, it's good that you know how to feel sorry for him. Husband and wife should understand each other and make their feelings known to each other, so that there will be no estrangement."
Show your feelings?
Can she?
Su Yang shook off the complicated thoughts in his head.
I have already decided that after my master recovers, I will part ways with him completely, leave China, and give Leng Yanchen to Qiao Ruan. There can be no change!
She couldn't let Qiao Ruan down.
And because she doesn't deserve it!
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