Chapter 31 My Wife.
In the morning, Jin Huan packed the porridge in a lunchbox and also made a cup of soy milk.
I am so glad that my porridge was not damaged.
After the pot boiled, it automatically shut off, and the porridge slowly warmed up inside. She only remembered it when she got up in the morning, so she quickly went to check on it, and thankfully it hadn't burned.
She tasted it and it was alright, so she reheated it.
Jin Huan packed up the breakfast and even took an apple from the refrigerator and put it in.
She only ate a sandwich in the morning because she had to leave half an hour earlier than usual to see Du Qingxu.
Her thighs were still very sore.
Like floating on the sea, everything was very slow. The water was gentle, slowly coming in and going out. When she was about to burst into tears, she let her toes curl up tightly in discomfort.
The areas where nerves and muscles connect spasm together.
Most of the time, he leaned down and buried his face in her neck and shoulders, his breath on her skin, and he whispered to her: Is this okay? Can you take it?
Seeing her nod, he chuckled and praised her, saying things like, "Xiao Bao is so amazing, Xiao Bao is so great..."
To be honest, Jin Huan really liked this. Zhong Yan had been very considerate of her feelings before, and he had been very restrained, traditional, and subtle in everything he did. That novel and tingling sensation had already made Jin Huan very excited.
But beyond that, she never calculated where the threshold for this feeling was.
It's like... it turns out it can go even higher, even higher, and even higher still.
She was almost completely exhausted when she came out of the water.
Jin Huan was still replaying the feelings from last night in her mind. Her heart was inexplicably racing. Although Mr. Zhong's behavior was a bit excessive, she had to admit that it was what she liked the most.
They were even thinking about whether they could have more, and even more.
"Enjoy yourself." Zhong Yan called out to her as he came down the stairs, then stopped on the steps.
Jin Huan turned around upon hearing the sound.
Zhong Yan wore a dark overcoat, his expression cold and stern, which added to his imposing presence. Standing by the railing, he asked, "How's this tie clip today?"
Jin Huan paused for a moment before looking at his lapel clip. It had a silver metallic texture and was inlaid with a blue gemstone. The color was understated yet not dull, adding a touch of charisma to his presence.
Zhong Yan has always been very particular about his personal attire. He pays great attention to details. Jin Huan still remembers the first time she met him, he was wearing a similar collar clip. The cold metal neutralized his gentleness, making people subconsciously keep their distance from him, yet also feel awe.
Jin Huan didn't understand this, but she could tell that Zhong Yan had put a lot of thought into the outfit, so she nodded and said, "It's very good."
"Why are you dressed so formally today?" Jin Huan asked, blinking.
His suit trousers clung to his thighs, revealing strong, powerful leg muscles that seemed to burst from the fabric when he exerted himself. He simply looked at her calmly.
"Is it formal?" Zhong Yan asked gently, smiling slightly, but he didn't think so.
Dressing neatly is the proper thing to do in any situation; there's no such thing as formal or informal.
This is respect.
Zhong Yan stepped down, glanced at the breakfast box Jin Huan was carrying, which she had arranged beautifully, clearly prepared with care. He looked away and said calmly, "Let's go."
When they arrived at the hospital, it was 7:30. Jin Huan carried the breakfast box inside and told Zhong Yan to wait outside.
Jin Huan thought she might need to explain to Du Qingxu about appearing with Zhong Yan.
She tiptoed to the ward door, saw that the other person was already awake, knocked on the door, and then pushed it open to go in.
He still looked very unwell.
After the fever subsided yesterday afternoon, it returned in the middle of the night and lasted for several hours until it finally subsided around 5 a.m. this morning.
So he barely slept a wink all night.
The saying "illness strikes like a landslide" is true.
Jin Huan couldn't help but hold her breath in worry.
Fate seems to always love to give people more hardships, especially for people like Du Qingxu who have it even harder. He has to suffer even more. When Jin Huan thought of this, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
"I brought you some food. It's porridge I cooked at home last night." Jin Huan opened the lunchbox. "It's vegetable and minced meat porridge. See if you like it."
Du Qingxu's gaze fell upon the bowl of steaming porridge in the insulated container. He paused, then asked incredulously, "Did you make this?"
His voice was terribly hoarse, completely tinged with illness. He had been burning up with fever all night, and his throat was sore. When he tried to speak, it sounded like his throat had been ripped open by a razor blade.
Jin Huan said shyly, "This is my first time cooking it. I tasted it and it should be edible."
"And this is the soy milk I made. It contains soybeans, rice, and a few red dates."
Jin Huan unscrewed the lid of the cup, and the rich aroma of soy milk wafted out.
Du Qingxu's eyes were a little red.
He blinked, took a deep breath to calm himself, and whispered "thank you" to her.
"It's alright." Jin Huan took it for granted, there was nothing special to thank him for, it was just a small favor, after all, he was a patient now and needed better care.
Otherwise, how can the illness be cured?
Du Qingxu felt a lump in his throat and choked up slightly. After this surge of emotion came over him, he spoke in a low voice, "Jin Huan, thank you so much."
This means something different to him.
Throughout his life, he had always felt like someone abandoned by fate. He was used to misery, endurance, and pain, so this little bit of warmth gave him an indescribable sense of unreality.
Du Qingxu took the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and brought it to her mouth.
It's delicious.
It's really delicious.
He sniffed, a sour feeling spreading from his throat to his nasal cavity. Just as Jin Huan was about to speak, Du Qingxu said, "Jin Huan, the reason I asked you to dinner last time was because I had something to tell you."
He was an extremely cowardly person. Because he lacked confidence, he couldn't say many things even after mustering up his courage repeatedly. But perhaps his illness gave him a bit of fearlessness. A voice in his head told him that if he didn't speak up now, he would never have the chance again.
Jin Huan looked up at him and saw that he looked serious. She also became serious and asked, "What?"
Du Qingxu's throat bobbed, and the words rolled around in his throat. He said, "I know it's not good to say this now, but last night when I was tossing and turning with a fever, I felt like I kept thinking about you. As I kept thinking, I felt that no matter whether it's good or bad, I still have to say it."
Upon hearing this, Jin Huan vaguely sensed that something was amiss.
The way this was set up sounds a lot like... a confession.
She was very perceptive in this regard because, starting from middle school, people would say similar things to her every now and then. Jin Huan had heard it so many times that she could tell what was going to be said from the very beginning.
“When we first enrolled, you asked me if I disliked you. I should have told you then that I never disliked you, that I always…liked you quite a bit.”
Jin Huan, a kind, sincere, and innocent girl, was fatally attractive to someone like him. He still clearly remembers the scene when he first met her. She smiled and greeted him politely. At that moment, he felt his heart stop beating for two seconds.
That magical, churning feeling was a first for him.
Jin Huan opened her mouth slightly, slightly shocked, unsure of what to say.
"I didn't mean anything by it." Du Qingxu's heart sank when he saw her reaction. Even though he knew this would happen, his first instinct was not to make her feel embarrassed, so he quickly explained.
That's all.
What right does someone like him have to pursue anything? Dating is something that shouldn't exist in his life; he can't handle it right now. In some ways, he's utterly worthless.
There were no particularly nice words, and they were even quite simple.
He doesn't need to hear her response; she can simply pretend she didn't hear it.
Du Qingxu glanced at Jin Huan once and dared not look up again. The rice porridge in his mouth was clearly a little salty, but he couldn't tell the taste at the moment. He just swallowed it stiffly.
And it is something I cherish very much.
He didn't want to waste the food Jin Huan had made for him; it was very precious to him.
Since it's precious, I'll try my best to taste it.
Just then, Tan Xi and Zhong Yan appeared at the door of the ward.
They didn't know when they were standing at the door, nor did they know if they had heard anything. Jin Huan and Du Qingxu turned their heads to look at each other almost simultaneously. Jin Huan's gaze first fell on the two people standing side by side, and then stopped on Zhong Yan.
His tie is very sexy.
Jin Huan's mind suddenly went blank, and this was what she was thinking about at that moment.
"Teacher Tan," Du Qingxu called out, and Jin Huan, realizing what was happening, followed suit.
Tan Xi smiled, her gaze sweeping over her two students with an indescribable tenderness in her eyes. She looked at Du Qingxu and asked him if he was feeling any better.
Du Qingxu nodded.
Although he had a fever all night, he felt better after the fever subsided because he had been resting in the hospital since yesterday, but before that, he hadn't had a proper rest for a long time.
Only when he rests at times like these will he not feel guilty.
"The company I recommended to you yesterday belongs to Mr. Zhong." Tan Xi happened to run into him downstairs and chatted briefly. She had already said everything she needed to say on the phone last night, but she didn't expect to run into him here today.
So Tan Xi explained it to him in detail.
Tan Xi briefly touched on Du Qingxu's research, published articles, and family situation during his postgraduate studies.
As Zhong Yan listened to Tan Xi speak, his gaze fell indifferently on Du Qingxu.
The invisible pressure in his eyes was too heavy. Looking down at him, Du Qingxu's already difficult breathing almost stopped completely. He felt a chill on his back, which slowly rose and turned into an invisible hand tightly gripping his throat.
Zhong Yan lowered his eyes and continued to listen to Tan Xi speak.
For him, there's no need to be stingy with good talent. He's a businessman now, and making money is his top priority, unlike Tan Xi, who is a teacher and thinks of her students the most.
So much so that Tan Xi forgot to ask Zhong Yan why he was there at this time.
“I know.” After Tan Xi finished speaking, Zhong Yan responded, a hint of coldness in his eyes. “There will be opportunities. Let’s focus on getting better first.”
Zhong Yan's voice sounded very tolerant, but this gentle voice made Du Qingxu's skin feel increasingly cold.
Du Qingxu has naturally fair skin, and because he spends most of his time in the laboratory, his skin looks even better than some girls'. If he didn't have so many part-time jobs, his skin would be even better than it is now.
His face was now even paler than before.
He knew that for him, a little tolerance and charity from someone like Zhong Yan would be enough to bring about a dramatic change in his life. If it weren't for Teacher Tan, there were some people he would never have met in his life.
He needs to learn to be grateful.
But just as Du Qingxu was about to express her gratitude, she suddenly noticed the wristwatch on Zhong Yan's wrist.
He paused for a few seconds, then turned to look at Jin Huan's hand.
The watch on her wrist was the same model as the one on Zhong Yan's wrist.
Du Qingxu froze.
He had searched for this unfamiliar brand after he got home that day, and it turned out to be a seven-figure price tag, so much so that he had to count the zeros three times over.
The day after the meal, when Du Qingxu returned to the lab, she noticed that Jin Huan had a scent that shouldn't belong to her. It was a scent that came from an adult male, elegant and profound.
It smells very similar to the scent that Zhong Yan has now.
He felt his throat was extremely dry.
Some outrageous and impossible guesses welled up in his mind. For the first time, Du Qingxu disliked that he had noticed these details so easily and connected them together.
"Do you have plans for lunch? I'll treat you to lunch." Tan Xi wanted to thank him, and at the same time, she wanted to talk to him more about Du Qingxu. Tan Xi really hoped to make this happen, as it would be a perfect opportunity for Du Qingxu.
Zhong Yan didn't speak; his gaze then turned to Jin Huan.
She sat on a stool by the bed, looking inexplicably nervous.
She slowly, very slowly, calmed her breathing.
Heaven knows what's wrong with Jin Huan right now. Her thighs were just sore again, and when she saw Zhong Yan, that patch of skin twitched violently.
The gaze that traveled through the air was both gentle and oppressive. Being stared at like that, I felt a surge of joy that threatened to engulf me.
"No need," Zhong Yan declined with a smile, saying slowly, "I'm having lunch with my wife."
"I promised her last night that I'd spend more time with her today."
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