Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âI donât really feel like eating noodles, but Iâll eat if you feed me.â The word âproudâ was almost written all over Nian Juntingâs face.
Luosang blushed. âPeople are watching us. Your hands arenât injured,â she said in a low voice.
âBut thereâs a needle in my hand. Itâs inconvenient for me to feed myself. Besides, theyâve seen us kissing. Why should they care about you feeding me?â said Nian Junting carelessly.
Luosang had no choice but sit at his bedside and feed him. She hadnât had much malatang earlier. After spending a while feeding him and watching him eat, she felt hungry, too, so she started eating while feeding him.
âIt tastes even better after you added the seasoning,â Nian Junting said when he finished a bowl of noodles.
Luosang was puzzled. âI didnât add any seasoning.â
âYou did. You added your saliva.â Nian Junting gave her a meaningful glance.
Luosangâs face burned a little. âThereâs another bowl of noodles. Do you want me to spit in it?â
âI donât mind. I have tasted your saliva, anyway. As long as you donât disgust yourself...â Nian Junting chuckled.
Luosang didnât know what to say. She had to admit that she was really disgusted by what she had said just now.
At that moment, Lu Kang walked into the ward. âMr. Nian, I finally found you. I headed here right after I heard from Qiao Xue that you had a car accident.â Seeing the noodles, his face paled. âOh my, Mr. Nian, youâre injured. How can you eat unhealthy food like noodles? You need better food. Also, what is this place? Itâs full of people. Iâll move you into the VIP ward right now.â
âNever mind. Iâm just here for a drip. I donât need to stay here, so thereâs no need for me to be in the VIP ward,â said Nian Junting blandly. âAnd whatâs wrong with noodles? Northern people all love noodles, and my woman likes noodles the most. Sheâs so pretty.â
Luosang felt a little awkward, maybe because he hadnât complimented her in such a straightforward manner in quite a long time.
âMiss Xu... did you two make up?â Lu Kangâs eyes glowed.
It seemed that Qiao Xue had done well. She had successfully helped Mr. Nian win back Miss Xuâs heart by hurting himself.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Luosang smiled.
Lu Kang sighed with relief. He even felt as if the sun had finally come out after half a month of rain.
âItâs wonderful, so Qiao Xue...â he said.
âDo not mention that women to me.â Hearing Qiao Xueâs name, Nian Junting instantly got angry. âLu Kang, why on earth did you pick her? And how has the HR department been hiring? Sheâs not only terrible at pretending, but she also nearly killed me.â
Lu Kang silently cursed Qiao Xue a hundred times. âMr. Nian,â he said, âI chose her because sheâs honest and simple-minded. She doesnât have all those unnecessary thoughts.â
Nian Junting knitted his brows into a frown. When he fell from the car, the pain wasnât the worst thing. What really bothered him was how humiliating it was.
âBesides... Your ultimate purpose was to make up with Miss Xu...â Lu Kang continued in a weak voice.
âAre you saying that I should thank her?â Nian Junting sneered.
âAlright. To be honest, if it wasnât for her, I would not have learned the truth and resolved the misunderstanding so soon,â said Luosang in a soft voice. âShe told me that you founded a noodle restaurant for me. Thatâs how I know that you love me.â
âShe told you that?â Nian Junting couldnât be more upset. âI was going to give you a surprise. This is not what I wanted.â
âYou want me to be touched, donât you? I am touched,â said Luosang. âFrom this day on, beef noodles are my favorite food. Wherever I go, Iâll see Luo Ting Noodle Restaurant and be reminded of our love. Junting, I want to thank you for doing all this for me, so donât blame Qiao Xue. On the contrary, I want to thank her. If she hadnât caused your injury, we might eventually have left each other because of the deepening misunderstanding. I couldnât help but run back to you when I saw you get injured. I learned about what youâve done for me, and thatâs how I gathered the courage to tell you my feelings.â