"Mingxiao, are you in there?"
When there was no response from inside, Wei Zeling knocked on the door three more times and raised her voice: "Brother Mingxiao, I have something urgent to tell you! It really is urgent!"
Nan Xian shrank further under the covers, completely covering herself, then looked at He Mingxiao, her eyes narrowing dangerously, her gaze saying, "Aren't you going to deal with that guy outside?"
He Mingxiao was about to reveal his secret to her when Wei Zeling "intercepted" him, forcing him to stop talking. He was both helpless and annoyed.
He responded and quickly got dressed.
Wei Zeling stood in front of his door, looking slightly flustered. She nervously licked her lips and quickly tucked her temples with one hand.
The door opened, and He Mingxiao looked down at her with a cold expression, his brows furrowed in impatience.
"What's up?"
When Wei Zeling saw his expression, she felt a sudden jolt in her heart, but quickly regained her smile.
She pushed the tray forward, glancing into the room. "Mingxiao, I heard you were taking care of Nanxian all afternoon. It must have been tiring, right? This is some old hen and sea cucumber soup I made this morning. It's very nourishing—Mingxiao, why is there someone on your bed?! Who is it?!"
In the second half of the sentence, her tone changed abruptly, and her expression shifted from shyness to astonishment in an instant, like a rollercoaster ride, before she began to grit her teeth and widen her eyes as if she were about to spew out flames of anger.
Which slut dared to climb into He Mingxiao's bed! I'll tear her to shreds... Nan Xian? ???
Nan Xian peeked out from under the covers, a cryptic smile playing on her lips. "It's me. What's wrong? Are you surprised?"
Wei Zeling's face was ashen, like a spilled palette of colors. "You... weren't you sent to the hospital last night? How come you're back in Mingxiao's room?"
Nan Xian raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, looked at He Mingxiao, blinked, and asked him, "I'm curious too, Mr. He—how did I end up in your room?"
He Mingxiao coughed softly, took the tray from Wei Zeling's hand, casually thanked her, and then slammed the door shut before she could react.
Wei Zeling stared blankly at the door that had closed again, thinking about how He Mingxiao and Nan Xian had spent the whole night alone inside, and if she wasn't mistaken, the red marks on He Mingxiao's neck were clearly...
So, they did it last night...!
Her expression cracked, and her face instantly lost all color.
Meanwhile, inside the room.
He Mingxiao placed the tray on the bedside table, lifted the lid, and glanced at it.
The aroma is irresistible, and the broth is rich and thick, clearly indicating that it was cooked with care.
"The ingredients were all obtained through your hard work hosting the event, yet she's giving them away." He Mingxiao chuckled meaningfully.
Nan Xian didn't look at the soup; she kept staring at him.
"You haven't answered my question yet. Shouldn't I be taken to the hospital? How did I end up here?"
His expression stiffened slightly, knowing that he had to explain this today. He sighed helplessly and said, "I know a Taoist priest who is quite capable, not one of those charlatans. I showed him your birth chart, and he said that your destiny is unique. Although you are blessed with good fortune, you will face constant hardships. Only by overcoming these hardships can you truly receive your good fortune. My destiny complements yours. Being with you can help you resolve crises. You are safer by my side than in the hospital."
Nan Xian chuckled and said, "Isn't that obvious? Many people suffer first and then enjoy the good, or have bad luck first and then good fortune. Do you really need to calculate that? And what's this about complementary destinies... He knows what you think of me, so of course he'll say things to make you happy so he can squeeze money out of you!"
He Mingxiao smiled helplessly and remained silent.
He himself knew that without solid evidence, it would be difficult to convince people of these things.
Nan Xian wanted to say a few more words of advice, but considering that He Mingxiao had already admitted that he was a fool with too much money, why should she wake up someone who was pretending to be asleep? So she didn't bother to say anything more.
She picked up the chicken soup, muttered to herself, "It's all my money anyway, and I'm hungry, so I might as well eat it." She took a big gulp, then suddenly remembered something, swallowed a bite of chicken, and looked up at He Mingxiao.
"By the way, so this is what you wanted to explain to me before Wei Zeling knocked on the door?"
He Mingxiao paused slightly as he stood up, lowered his eyes, and softly hummed in agreement.
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