âPiss off!â The first thing Tang Zhou said was a reprimand, âWhere is that kid, Leng Weixuan?â
âIn another hospital room. I injured his manhood. The doctor said that Leng Weixuan will no longer be able to perform as a man!â Leng Chenmo said coldly and ruthlessly.
Tang Zhouâs mood wasnât lifted. He cast out a complex thought: âReally? What is he going to do then?â
Itâs not that heâs sanctimonious. Tang Zhou isnât a very bad man by nature, and he himself has a hidden illness, so he is particularly concerned about this matter.
âLet him suffer!â he said. The person who dared to hurt him, dared to insult him, was already kind enough even without taking his life!
Leng Chenmo was never a tenderhearted person. His kindness was only relative.
Tang Zhou frowned and said, âLeng Weixuan is Leng Weihongâs younger brother, and Leng Weihong is the current patriarch of the Leng family. He managed to kick you off the pedestal of the Lengâs family and turned you into a social pariah. With this, would Leng Weihong leave it be? Be careful of his revenge!â
âDonât I have your protection?â Leng Chenmo replied nonchalantly.
Tang Zhou suddenly interjected, âIâm being serious. You need to be careful. You were too impulsive this time. I wasnât really affected. I just got disfigured, but you were ready to kill. If the law gets involved, you do know youâll go to jail, right?â
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Leng Chenmoâs mouth: âAre you that worried about me?â
âDamn it! Who cares about you? Iâm just stating the truth. Youâre fucking laughing for what?!â Tang Zhou exploded instantly. He turned his back to Leng Chenmo and mumbled annoyedly, âI want to sleep. What are you still doing here? Sniffing my farts?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
After saying this, he closed his eyes. But the moment he did, he remembered, Leng Weixuan holding a baseball bat about to strike at him, and then, Leng Chenmo descending from the skies, his face filled with murderous intent, becoming a dreadful figure.
Tang Zhou couldnât suppress a smile curling at the corner of his lips, but as soon as he smiled, he felt a sharp sting from the wound at his mouth. He gritted his teeth in pain, then turned back to Leng Chenmo to complain, âItâs all because of you that I got into trouble with Leng Weixuan. After all, this undeserved calamity is because of you. Even if youâre now taking care of my everyday needs, itâs only right and proper. Do you understand?â
Leng Chenmoâs lips curved into a light smile: âI understand, all of itâs for my sake.â
Even though Leng Chenmo had said he understood, it still didnât taste right to him. He thought about it and couldnât figure out where it felt off. He eventually stopped pondering and huffed, âHumph! As long as you understand, thatâs enough. Iâm so hungry, is there anything to eat?â
Leng Chenmo got up and replied, âThereâs bone soup, but itâs already cold. Iâll go heat it up for you.â
Tang Zhou swallowed his saliva abruptly, âThereâs still bone soup? I want to drink it!â
The room they were in was a VIP ward. The ward was as luxurious as the suites in a five-star hotel. It had a patient room, a visitorâs lounge, and even a kitchen. Leng Chenmo, knowing that Tang Zhou would be hungry, had already asked Tang Zhouâs housekeeper to prepare bone soup.
Leng Chenmo took the box of bone soup into the kitchen and began to heat it.
In the past, Leng Chenmo, being a refined gentleman, was a stranger to cooking. Ever since Tang Zhou wanted to eat a steak cooked by him, Leng Chenmo seemed to have developed an interesting fondness for cooking.
When he was bored, he would learn cooking from his house chef. His cooking skills had improved gradually. Heating up soup was definitely a piece of cake for him.
After the bone soup was well heated, Leng Chenmo brought it back to the room, raised the hospital bed, sat next to it, and prepared to feed him.