Chapter 52 She didn't want to get involved with him? A tightness in her chest made her restless!
Fu Yanshen's tall and imposing figure stepped into the living room, his strong and domineering presence making it difficult for anyone to look him in the eye.
He slowly took off his military cap and held it in his palm. The butler immediately came over and respectfully took it.
The man with the stern face, whose military uniform was always spotless and impeccably clean, now had a few specks of mud splattered on it, but this did not diminish his noble demeanor.
But the filth was so out of place with him that it made one want to reach out and wipe it away.
Their eyes met, and Xia Mian's ears burned. She hurriedly looked away, her heart pounding.
She then thought of last night... that embarrassing incident involving her aunt that made her want to scratch her toes!
"Big brother! You're back? How's it going outside?" Zhao Baoqi immediately sat up straight on the sofa, no longer slouching, which looked extremely deceptive.
She was afraid of Fu Yanshen; men are always serious, especially when it comes to standing upright and sitting straight!
Fu Yanshen's dark eyes fell on Xia Mian's delicate face. The girl's cheeks were still pale, but she was much better than last night.
He went out early in the morning and worked until noon, then returned without stopping.
Just one glance... and his heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, finally settled back into place.
She seems fine.
He didn't know much about female physiology, but he crammed a lot last night.
Knowing that you need to replenish your blood, you should avoid cold foods and drinks, and especially avoid contact with cold water.
He silently noted down the date Xia Mian had yesterday.
He could hear Xia Mian and Zhao Baoqi's cheerful laughter from outside the door, but as soon as he appeared, the two girls immediately became much more reserved.
Was she distancing herself from him? The thought of that possibility filled him with a surge of anger, and his eyes darkened.
"We drained water and released floodwaters this morning. There was a lot of silt on the streets after the flood receded. We will clean up the silt this afternoon."
Xia Mian thought to herself, no wonder he had some mud spots on him.
Fu Yanshen felt a heavy weight in his chest, as if a stone was lodged there. He didn't want to stay in the living room any longer, so he strode towards the kitchen.
Zhao Baoqi whispered, "My older brother is someone who never goes into the kitchen. What would he be doing in the kitchen?"
"I don't know..." Xia Mian didn't understand either, and gently shook her head.
After the man entered the kitchen, he found that the kitchen had indeed prepared a blood-nourishing medicinal meal as he had instructed, and he nodded in satisfaction.
"From now on, Xia Mian's three meals will all be prepared according to the recipes I provide."
"Don't worry, young master, the old lady already gave us instructions this morning," the chef replied immediately.
Fu Yanshen instructed the butler behind him, "This month, all chefs and vegetable washers in the kitchen will receive double their bonuses."
"Young Master is so generous!" The butler's face beamed like a chrysanthemum. "Hurry up and thank the Young Master."
"Thank you, young master!"
"Young Master is so generous!"
After Fu Yanshen left, the butler turned to the people in the kitchen and said, "Do you understand now? From now on, as long as you serve Miss Xia well, the bonus won't be far away."
He finally understood; this Miss Xia was someone the young master held dear.
You can't get by in this house without a good eye for people.
Lunchtime arrived quickly. Xia Mian and Zhao Baoqi sat together, looking at the blood-nourishing medicinal diet laid out in front of them. Xia Mian blinked her long eyelashes.
Remembering that Madam Fu had said she was anemic that morning, she started eating without any resistance.
"Mianmian, you're having a special meal prepared for you?" Zhao Baoqi was startled when he saw Xia Mian's individual medicinal meal. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
Xia Mian took a sip of chicken soup and stared at Zhao Baoqi in astonishment.
She thought Zhao Baoqi would feel bad, feel sour, or have other emotions.
After all, she was the only girl in the Fu family before.
She didn't expect that Zhao Baoqi's first reaction would be to care about her health and whether she was sick.
A warm feeling welled up in Xia Mian's heart. She served Zhao Baoqi a bowl of medicinal food, saying, "Grandma said I'm a little anemic, so this is to help me replenish my blood."
"The medicinal food tastes awful, I'm not eating it." Zhao Baoqi shook his head. "You can enjoy it yourself."
In the Xia family, no one would care about her like this, or specially prepare medicinal meals for her to nourish her body.
Xia Mian cherished it; she wouldn't complain about how bad it tasted.
I ate all the medicinal food, and my stomach was bulging.
After lunch, everyone dispersed. Xia Mian stood pacing back and forth outside Fu Yanshen's room. She wanted to knock on the door several times, but she couldn't muster the courage.
No! Xia Mian, you can't be a coward!
Just as she finally reached out to knock on the door again, the door suddenly opened, and a tall, slender man came into view.
Xia Mian hurriedly stepped back, but her left heel tripped over her right toe, causing her to sway and almost fall.
Fortunately, the man reacted quickly, his long arm catching her slender waist.
The man's crisp, minty scent lingered around her nose. Xia Mian sniffed it, her cheeks flushed, and pushed him away. "Um... are you going out?"
She gazed at the man before her with clear, bright eyes. He had changed into a brand-new, neat military uniform, with a tall and upright figure like a bamboo, a sharp and cold face, and piercing eyes that exuded a strong sense of pressure.
"Hmm," the man responded, his voice distant. "Is there something you need?"
"Um... last night... I, I fainted." Xia Mian lowered her head, her porcelain-white face slightly drooping, her eyes fixed on her toes, her voice very soft and low, "My pajamas... were changed."
"The maid changed it." Fu Yanshen looked at the exposed section of her snow-white neck, dazzlingly white!
He was, after all, a man, and she was just a young girl, only eighteen years old. He wouldn't take advantage of her vulnerability and personally help her change her clothes.
Upon hearing this, Xia Mian suddenly raised her head, silently letting out a sigh of relief.
It wasn't him who changed it, but he made her anxious for so long.
Her eyes sparkled brightly, as if sprinkled with diamonds, and a radiant smile graced her delicate face. "Thank you for last night. My dirty pajamas... I didn't see them?"
The man paused for a moment, then said, "It was thrown away."
"Oh, I see!" She nodded, turned around happily, humming a little tune as she pushed open the door. Great! A huge weight lifted off her shoulders, so satisfying!
The door to the room wasn't closed tightly; it was ajar, and you could faintly hear her humming inside.
Fu Yanshen stood at her door, his emotions churning like the clouds in the sky… Was it because he hadn't changed things that she was so happy? Was she so eager to have nothing to do with him? His chest tightened even more! It felt even more suffocating!
Annoying!
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The entire disaster area was almost completely covered by mud, and the scene had a strong stench.
Many soldiers were squatting in the mud eating their lunch.
Yesterday, several restaurants jointly donated several thousand meals, and some of them were not finished.
They couldn't bear to throw it away; even though it was leftovers from the previous day, they ate it all in big mouthfuls.
Many of the disaster victims around him had tears in their eyes.
After lunch, they grabbed shovels and brooms and immediately began cleaning up the mud and grime from the streets and public facilities.
Even though they were covered in mud, they still persisted in working under the scorching sun.
Zhao Liangyuan brought many drainage trucks and equipment such as assault vehicles to assist in the silt removal.
Dredging is the priority, and no one is slacking off.
Xia Mian watched the live broadcast of the disaster area in her room and felt a deep respect. Instantly, she was inspired and began to design new jewelry!
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