Under Tang Ruize's envious eyes, Lin Jingshuo swallowed the chicken leg in small bites, without wasting a single glance on Tang Ruize.
He just focused on eating the chicken leg that Tang Yu had given him, with a care and caution that was difficult for others to understand.
It was as if the thing in front of him was something very rare, so his expression became so serious.
But only Lin Jingshuo himself knew that his aching stomach was very resistant to meat, so every swallow was extremely difficult, but he ate the chicken leg clean like a self-torture. He even did not forget to show Tang Yu a gentle and innocent smile at the end -
"It's delicious, thank you."
"If it tastes good, eat more." Tang Yu nodded slightly, but a ripple appeared in his dark and deep eyes.
Is it his illusion?
He always felt that the boy's smile was a little forced.
Tang Yu finally suppressed the unfounded speculation in his heart, but in every moment that followed, Tang Yu secretly looked at him with some scrutiny.
He felt that Jing Shuo was hiding something from him.
And the things that Jing Shuo is hiding may eventually become extremely crucial.
However, the occasional glances that Tang Yu cast at Lin Jingshuo were still caught by his eldest son, Tang Ruize.
Tang Ruize himself: "..."
Oh, I'm redundant?
However, having learned from his previous experiences, Tang Ruize would not be so foolish as to lose his temper in front of Tang Yu again. Therefore, he simply put his chopsticks on the table with a sullen look on his face, trying to draw Tang Yu's attention back a little:
"Dad, I'm full. I'll go upstairs first."
Tang Yu: "Oh, okay."
Gone? Just like that?
Don't ask him if he is really full.
Tang Ruize was really sulking now. He hummed with a thick nasal tone, took the crutch beside him very stubbornly, and was about to jump away.
That's it.
With a young concubine, what does a son matter?
Nothing at all.
What's more, he is not even his father's "real" son.
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Tang Ruize sniffed and looked back unwillingly.
As a result, his father didn't look at him, but Lin Jingshuo suddenly met his gaze.
Tang Ruize: “…” What are you looking at?
If you don't eat your meal properly, what's there to see?
Tang Ruize snorted, looked away proudly, and resigned himself to his fate as he began to think about how to gracefully jump up the cold spiral staircase.
Tsk, why is there no elevator installed?
I have never thought about this topic before, but now, Tang Ruize feels that it is very necessary to install an elevator.
Just tell the housekeeper when the time comes.
But just as Tang Ruize took a step forward, a considerate voice came from behind him:
"Shall I go up with Rize?"
The person who spoke was Lin Jingshuo. Perhaps because he had just eaten a lot, Lin Jingshuo's voice was not as weak as before, and he seemed much more energetic.
He had a soft and understanding smile on his face, and even the curve of his lips seemed carefully designed.
Tang Yu was very familiar with Lin Jingshuo's "submissive" appearance, but he did not expose it. Instead, he nodded in agreement with Lin Jingshuo's suggestion.
Tang Ruize originally wanted to refuse, but just as a mocking smile appeared on his face, he immediately changed his expression when he saw his father's acquiescent expression.
At least I managed to stop myself from saying something unpleasant that was about to come out.
Although he didn't say anything, the expression on his face was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.
"Tsk, can you hurry up? I need to rest!"
Seeing Lin Jingshuo's slow movements, Tang Ruize couldn't help but mutter under his breath.
But to his surprise, Lin Jingshuo was not at all displeased, but responded with an obedient "OK".
When did Lin Jingshuo become so easy to talk to?
Tang Ruize was secretly feeling sad, and for some reason, he suddenly looked up at his father.
Suddenly——
Tang Ruize understood everything.
If Lin Jingshuo wanted to be his "stepmother," wouldn't she have to win him over? Even the gesture of concern would be best done under his father's nose, for that would be more effective.
Haha, you are really smart.
Tang Ruize sneered in his heart. Later, when Lin Jingshuo helped him walk upstairs, he even deliberately put all his weight on Lin Jingshuo.
Maybe it was because he wanted to show off in front of his dad, but Lin Jingshuo not only didn't say a word, but his shoulders didn't even slump at all.
Wow, you are so strong?
This still surprised Tang Ruize a little.
After all, he had seen Lin Jingshuo quietly painting before, and those beautiful hands seemed only capable of holding brushes and palettes, not supporting a man who was over 1.8 meters tall.
However, Tang Ruize now believes it.
Because Lin Jingshuo was holding his arm and stepping up the stairs steadily step by step, even when he deliberately leaned his weight on Lin Jingshuo.
Later, when Tang Ruize stood at his door, he still felt a little unbelievable.
"I'm telling you, don't think you can win me over like this!"
"I won't call you little mom!"
"I never thought of letting you call me that." Lin Jingshuo left Tang Yu with a smile mixed with a bit of impatience and indifference. He didn't even want to talk to Tang Ruize any more before turning around and leaving. In the end, all that was left for Tang Ruize was that thin figure.
No way, is he really that kind?
She was able to have an affair with his father and still dared to marry him, but now she is... really so kind?
Tsk, that's weird.
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Leaning against the cold wall, Lin Jingshuo finally didn't have to maintain a normal appearance anymore. Instead, he let go of the discomfort in his body and slowly slid down the wall. When he finally sat on the ground, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.
Long-term anorexia made him instinctively want to vomit out what he had eaten, but he couldn't and wouldn't do that in front of Tang Yu, so he took the opportunity to send Tang Ruize upstairs and went back to his room.
He looked at his open palm helplessly, covering his abdomen with one hand. He should have shown pain, but he laughed softly.
Although it hurts, it was Tang Yu who gave it to him personally, right?
Not even Tang Ruize.
But in the end, he couldn't control the urge to vomit because his body was forcing him to vomit it out.
So when he came out of the bathroom again, Lin Jingshuo's hair on his forehead was wet, and the undried water droplets on his face made him look like he had just cried, and his fair skin was slightly red.
Tang Yu sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, not knowing how long he had been there. He looked up at the slightly disheveled figure in front of him, his tone somewhat cold:
"What's going on with your body?"
Perhaps realizing that his tone was a bit stiff, Tang Yu changed his posture and softened his tone when he spoke again:
"Be good and tell me."
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