Chapter 157 The taste was terrible, not just a little bit.
Seeing her expression, Wen Qianqian didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly followed.
Even though Xu Shanshan dotes on Wen Qianqian, she can't care about that right now.
The way Wen Changyu treated her today was unprecedented. She felt like a beggar, trying to please him in a humble way, but Wen Changyu still ignored her. This was an unprecedented blow to her.
She could be obsequious, but that would never apply to Wen Changyu.
She was asked to please Wen Changyu, but she was still rejected...
Xu Shanshan was in a daze and didn't know when she got home. After arriving home, she fell ill that very night.
Wang Jinghui was anxiously waiting for her money, and when she couldn't find her at home the next day, she secretly went to find her herself.
He was quite afraid of running into the Wen family again.
No matter which man from the Wen family he encounters again with Xu Shanshan, he'll probably get beaten up again.
If they were to encounter Wen Changyu, they would likely suffer a very severe beating.
He's not the kind of man who can endure hardship, so he's afraid of getting beaten up.
Wang Jinghui sneaked over to find Xu Shanshan, but Wen Qianqian told him, "Mom is sick."
"Sick? How could you be sick when you were perfectly fine?" Wang Jinghui suspected that Xu Shanshan was faking it, and was afraid that she suspected something.
Wen Qianqian recounted how Wen Changyu terminated their adoption relationship, and also mentioned that Xu Shanshan went back to the Wen family yesterday to inquire about the situation. She didn't know what the Wen family said, but Xu Shanshan fell ill upon returning and then stopped speaking.
“I bought the medicine, but she won’t take it or eat. Since you’re here, why don’t you go and see her?” Wen Qianqian said to Wang Jinghui.
Wang Jinghui was still thinking about Xu Shanshan's money, so she nodded upon hearing this.
When he pushed open Xu Shanshan's door, Xu Shanshan was staring at the ceiling with her eyes wide open.
Wang Jinghui thought for a moment, then walked over. "Shanshan, Qianqian said you're sick." He sat down by the bed and tucked Xu Shanshan in. "You were fine yesterday, how did you suddenly get sick?"
Xu Shanshan did not speak.
Wang Jinghui then asked, "Did the Wen family bully you?"
Tears quickly streamed down Xu Shanshan's face.
After reading this, Wang Jinghui sighed with heartache, "It's because I'm not capable enough. Even though you've done so much for me, I still can't be your support."
"It's just that Wen Changyu's influence in China is too great; ordinary people like us can't compete with him."
Xu Shanshan suddenly grabbed his hand and asked, "Really...really can we get out smoothly?"
Wang Jinghui immediately nodded, "Sure, I've already asked around, and a lot of people have already gone out."
“But…but I don’t speak much English,” Xu Shanshan was still a little worried.
"It's okay, I know a few words, enough for simple communication. We can live and study there at the same time."
After Wang Jinghui finished speaking, she went to pull up the bedside table. She had put all the money she had withdrawn last time that she hadn't used up in there.
"I'll give you the money I have left at home first. If it's not enough, I'll go get you more later."
Wang Jinghui nodded, "Mm!"
Xu Shanshan gave him all the money in the drawer and told him, "This is three thousand five, you can take it and use it first."
Wang Jinghui nodded happily and said, "Okay," then pointed with his hand. He then looked somewhat embarrassed and asked Xu Shanshan, "Shanshan, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Xu Shanshan was confused.
Wang Jinghui handed her the money in her hand, saying, "This is only two thousand seven."
"Two thousand seven? That's impossible!" She took it, counted it herself, and it was indeed two thousand seven. She subconsciously looked up at the door.
But seeing that Wang Jinghui was still there, he didn't say anything more. "Why don't you take the two thousand seven hundred first?"
Seeing her sickly appearance, as if she couldn't get out of bed, Wang Jinghui decisively accepted the two thousand seven hundred, "Well, I'll take this first, if it's not enough..."
“If it’s not enough, just tell me,” Xu Shanshan said generously to him.
Wang Jinghui felt relieved, found something to put the money away, and then began to care about Xu Shanshan: "I heard from Qianqian that you've been sick and haven't taken your medicine or eaten. How can this be?"
Wang Jinghui disagreed, "Isn't this just making the illness worse?"
What would you like to eat?
Would you like some porridge?
"I'll cook you a bowl of porridge. It's light and I'm sure you can eat it."
After Wang Jinghui finished speaking, she went to cook porridge. Xu Shanshan wanted to call Wen Qianqian in, but after opening her mouth, she closed it in the end.
She was afraid she had made a mistake. What if it wasn't Wen Qianqian who took it? What would Qianqian think if she asked her?
But this money...
She took the money from the teahouse and put it in a drawer. She only touched it when she went to pay the rent; otherwise, she never touched it.
Before she could think further, Wang Jinghui quickly returned with the cooked porridge. "Try it quickly. I cooked this porridge myself. I've never cooked it for any other woman before."
"I've never cooked for any other woman," these words made Xu Shanshan sit up straight against the headboard in an instant.
Wang Jinghui sat down by the bed, blew on the rice porridge with a spoon, and smiled at her, "I'll feed you."
A blush appeared on Xu Shanshan's pale face.
The rice porridge, which looked like clear water, was quickly fed to Xu Shanshan, and Wang Jinghui immediately asked, "Is it good?"
Actually, it doesn't taste good at all; it's no different from drinking plain water. If this were at home, and it were porridge cooked by Wen Changyu, Xu Shanshan would probably have ridiculed him so much that he would have gone to find a crack in the ground.
But since it was cooked by Wang Jinghui, Xu Shanshan smiled and said, "Mmm, it's delicious!"
Wang Jinghui was very happy to receive her affirmation. "Then drink more later. I'll have Qianqian bring the medicine in again. Remember to take your medicine. I'll go over first, in case I'm too late and they've already closed for the day," he said with a troubled expression.
Xu Shanshan glanced down at the congee on the bedside table, then smiled understandingly, "Okay, go ahead, don't worry about me."
Wang Jinghui left quickly, repeatedly telling him before she left, "Eat well and take your medicine properly."
As they passed through the living room, he sternly instructed Wen Qianqian, "Take good care of your mother!"
Wen Qianqian hummed in agreement and then continued watching TV in the living room.
After a long while, Xu Shanshan picked up the bowl of clear porridge from the bedside table. She could clearly see the rice grains. She took two sips, then scooped some rice into her mouth. It was hard, so she chewed it and swallowed it, which made her stomach hurt.
Xu Shanshan put down the bowl and lay down again.
When Wen Qianqian came in at noon to bring her medicine, she couldn't help but ask, "Qianqian, do you have enough money to spend lately?"
Wen Qianqian nodded, "That's enough. I haven't been going out lately, and the money for groceries is all given to me by you, Mom. I don't need to spend any money at all!"
Her expression was calm, without a trace of panic. Xu Shanshan wondered if she had misjudged the situation.
It might be true. Qianqian was a child she raised herself, and she had never lacked anything growing up. If she wanted money, she could have just asked her; there was absolutely no need to take her money. But the money in the drawer…
Perhaps... perhaps some money was scattered in a corner of the teahouse that day, and Qianqian didn't notice it, so she didn't pick it all up.
Xu Shanshan kept deceiving herself like this.
But thinking about it, it's obviously not right. How many places would you have to scatter a ten-yuan note, or eight hundred yuan, before people wouldn't notice it?
But Xu Shanshan fooled herself in this way.
"Mom, what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll go buy it for you," Wen Qianqian asked naturally.
Xu Shanshan glanced at the thin porridge and said, "Let's buy a bowl of wontons!"
Wen Qianqian went to buy them, but Xu Shanshan only tried one before putting it down.
These wontons taste completely different from those made by Wang Chunlan.
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