"You’re awake?" Tang Yue was already experienced in dealing with Xue Zhiyuan’s fury. She picked up the broom next to her, cleaned up the broken cup, and then said, "What do you want to eat? Porridge or noodles?"
"I want stir-fried noodles." Xue Zhiyuan watched Tang Yue sweep the floor gently, and yesterday’s fragmented memories came back to him.
He had been drinking, ran into Tang Yue, and before he knew it, he was kicked into the lake by someone.
He ended up in the hospital in the middle of the night.
Thinking about this made Xue Zhiyuan vent his anger on Tang Yue. If it weren’t for Tang Yue, how could he have been kicked into the lake, and how could he have had a high fever and ended up in the hospital in the middle of the night?
"No, your fever just subsided, you can’t eat stir-fried noodles. I’ll get you some porridge instead."
Tang Yue finished cleaning, turned around, and went out. She had initially planned to put the medicine down, but now she stuffed it directly into her pocket.
She went upstairs and bought a bowl of plain porridge, clear and light white porridge, with no taste at all.
"If you don’t want to eat it, there’s nothing else to eat." Tang Yue pursed her lips as she spoke, feeling that things couldn’t go on like this any longer. As she spoke, she wasn’t as gentle as before.
"Are you doing this on purpose?" Xue Zhiyuan glared at her angrily, wondering where the usually gentle person had gone.
"No." Tang Yue lowered her head and drank the porridge. He had the energy to curse, but she was hungry and her head was a bit dizzy, feeling even more uncomfortable now. The hot porridge in her stomach was quite comforting.
Xue Zhiyuan noticed Tang Yue had no intention to change it, so he could only drink the white porridge. He was used to eating well, so this bland porridge was unappealing to him.
Having no choice, Xue Zhiyuan ate a few mouthfuls and then stopped.
When Mrs. Xue came over, Xue Zhiyuan was staring at the bowl of porridge, unwilling to drink it. Seeing the thermal flask Mrs. Xue brought, he immediately said, "Mom, why are you so late? This white porridge is no good. What did you bring?"
"Why are you drinking white porridge?" Mrs. Xue frowned, handed over the thermal flask, and dumped the white porridge into the trash can, saying, "I asked someone to make preserved egg and lean meat congee for you, your favorite flavor."
"Mom, you’re the best."
Xue Zhiyuan smelled the aroma of preserved egg and lean meat congee, which was ten times better than white porridge, and he ate joyfully.
"Mom, I have work at the company today." Tang Yue barely started speaking before Mrs. Xue unhappily interrupted, "Zhiyuan is sick, and you still want to go to the company?"
"Didn’t I say I would have someone bring the porridge? Why did you go out to buy white porridge, it’s not nutritious and it’s dirty." Mrs. Xue complained.
Tang Yue lowered her eyes and simply stopped talking. Taking care of Xue Zhiyuan in the hospital was no easy task; he wanted apples one moment, wanted to play games another moment, then wanted to play cards, and then wanted to eat pomelo. Tang Yue was busy running around, her head felt even dizzier.
In the afternoon, the doctor said Xue Zhiyuan had some inflammation caused by a high fever, which would be fine after a few days’ rest.
Tang Yue breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Zhiyuan, I’m going home for a while. If you want to eat anything or need anything, just call the nurse."
"Tang Yue, why are you going home?" Xue Zhiyuan shouted after Tang Yue’s back, but Tang Yue’s headache was severe, so she couldn’t care less about Xue Zhiyuan. After the fever subsided, the drip was put in the morning, and there was nothing to do in the afternoon.
Tang Yue went home, soaked in a bath, took cold medicine, and lay down in her room.
The phone kept ringing, but Tang Yue slept too deeply to hear it.
"Is Sister Xuan not home?" Lian Qingzhi and Lian Qingling exchanged glances and said, "But we were just at the hospital and didn’t see Sister Xuan."
"Could she have gone to the company?"


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