Telepathically, Pei Nanxu and Pei Yutang scratched their noses as their gazes met. This was a strange atmosphere... and they felt like they were extras.
There was no more space left for them in this house...
Lin Yan was too touched to care about anyone else. She even overlooked the fact that her beloved idol was around. She gazed into Pei Yuchengâs eyes and said, âYou donât have to wait for me. You should rest early since your health has only recently improved.â
Pei Yucheng stroked the girlâs hair and replied, âYou have been overexerting yourself lately. Iâve boiled some soup for you. Drink some before you sleep.â
Lin Yan, who was still floating around on a cloud of pleasant emotions, was jolted back to her senses instantly when she heard him. Her eyes became huge as she froze for some time. âSoup... You boiled soup... You cooked?â
Pei Yucheng added, âI also made some desserts.â
Desserts?
Lin Yan turned her head so quickly that it seemed like sheâd nearly twisted it. âThe two of you should have some soup as well!â she suggested to Pei Nanxu and Pei Yutang.
Pei Yutang took several steps back and shook his head repeatedly. âNo, no, no! Itâs alright! Sister-in-law, Big Brother has boiled the soup for you. I donât deserve to drink it!â
Upon saying that, he fled as quickly as a bunny and almost fell amid his haste. He looked as if a savage beast was right on his tail.
Lin Yan glanced at Pei Nanxu and begged. âIdol! You should have some. Just a little, perhaps? You must be hungry by now!â
Pei Nanxu spluttered awkwardly. âIâm on a diet.â
He turned on his heels and vanished from sight in seconds.
Lin Yan was speechless!
How could they?
They had simply left her to die?
If there was anything that could destroy her fantasies about Pei Yucheng, it would be a bowl of soup... And if that wasnât enough, perhaps an extra plate of desserts...
...
At a mansion in the capital city...
The bedroom was in complete disorder. Everything on the dressing table had been thrown to the floor, broken cosmetics and beauty products were strewn everywhere, and the mirror had been smashed.
He Shanshan stood in a corner, shivering in fear.
Lin Shuya had always been docile, gentle, and frail. This was the first time she had seen her exhibit such a temper.
However, she understood why. That dayâs event had smeared Lin Shuyaâs reputation and ruined Han Yixuanâs surprise proposal...
He Shanshan vented her frustration. âSister Shuya, donât be so angry. Itâs all because of that b*tch, Lin Yan! She went overseas to enjoy her life and left you behind to do all the work! It was really kind of you to help her with Angelâs Shelter. How could she have the face to steal the glory from you? Plus, she pretends to be so kind and upright about it!â
Lin Shuya sneered maliciously. âShe is, after all, the President of Darlingâs Home Charity Foundation.â
He Shanshanâs expression froze, but she hastily replaced it with disdain. âIt must be a gimmick to repair her image! She canât be that kind!â
Lin Shuya, who had calmed down a little, hissed vehemently, âItâs just a damn shelter. If my company didnât want to use it for publicity, do you think I would care?â
He Shanshan jumped right in eagerly. âExactly! Your company made you use it. Sister Shuya, you can only listen to them. This is not your fault at all.â
Lin Shuya was pleased with He Shanshan. âSo if the reporters ask you, do you know how to answer?â