Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âNonsense,â Nian Junting denied it quickly. âAm I that kind of man?â
Luosang could not help but laugh. Before, she might not have believed what he just said, but after hearing what Lu Kang said, she actually believed him a little. Nian Junting was never willing to tell people about how he really felt, so who knew?
âAre you feeling better today? Have you had an anti-inflammatory shot yet?â asked Luosang.
âDoctor Han came over and gave me the shot.â Nian Junting held her hand and said, âCome here, sit on my lap and let me hold you.â
âNo! Your legs are injured, and Sister Lan and Steward Wu are both here watching.â Luosang was shy. âIâll make you dinner.â
In the kitchen, Luosang prepared the food with Sister Lanâs help. Sister Lan was very happy to see her. âYou are finally back. I donât even know how I got through the days without you. Oh my, I really regret telling Young Master that you were on your period.â
âIâm sorry, Sister Lan. I put you in a difficult position.â Luosang felt so guilty.
âItâs okay, as long as you and Young Master are doing good. When you two get married, you can have a couple of chubby little boys, and Iâll look after them.â Sister Lan chuckled. âTrust me, Iâm good at babysitting.â
Luosangâs face turned red. Wasnât this conversation a little off-topic?
She was in a good mood, so she made six dishes for dinner as well as a chicken porridge, which was Nian Juntingâs favorite.
The meal was served. Seeing the dishes on the table, Nian Junting felt flattered. âYou havenât treated me so well in a very long time.â
âJust eat.â Luosang handed him a bowl of mushroom soup.
Nian Junting finished the soup, then took a deep breath and said, âThis is food for human beings. Itâs so delicious.â
Sister Lan wanted to cry. âYoung Master, Iâm still here. Does my food taste that awful?â
Nian Junting snorted, glanced at her, and responded, âYour food has no problem, but you do.â
Sister Lan didnât know what to say. What problem did she have? She was just a little fat and not as pretty as Sangsang.
âSister Lan, ignore him,â said Luosang. Meanwhile, she gave him a sweet smile. What surprised her was that the two of them had finished all six dishes. She had a great appetite, but tonight, Nian Junting had eaten most of the food.
âYou might throw up if youâve had too much.â Luosang was really worried.
âThat wonât happen. Ever since you left, I was withering away. I need some nourishment.â Nian Junting sighed.
Luosang was immediately distressed. âHow much weight did you lose?â
Nian Junting blinked. A short while later, he murmured, âAbout half a kilogram.â
Luosang was speechless. How can you say that you withered away if you only lost half a kilogram? Any person could be half to one kilogram lighter at night than in the morning.
âI lost two kilograms,â she said.
âIsnât that because you worked too much?â Nian Junting asked.
Luosang didnât know what to say.
After dinner, Luosang wheeled Nian Junting around the villa, as the weather was nice. A seven or eight-year-old child passed by with his grandma. He pointed at Nian Junting and said, âGrandma, that man is in a wheelchair. Heâs been in a wheelchair since last year.â
Nian Junting glared at him, upset.
His grandma hurriedly responded, âDonât say that. You see, heâs been in a wheelchair for two years, but that lady never left him. That is true love.â
âNo, itâs like sticking a lovely flower in a dunghill,â said the boy.
Nian Junting was pissed off. Why on earth was he a dunghill? His leg was just injured temporarily. Luosang laughed her head off. She hurriedly wheeled Nian Junting away.
âThat child is not adorable at all,â Nian Junting complained.