Su Ningyan stepped around the pieces on the ground.
“It’s me, I’m back.”
Hearing Su Ningyan’s voice, Zhuo Junyue finally managed to suppress his anger a little.
“You actually remembered to come back?”
This man, he had clearly approved her request.
And besides, hadn’t she returned right after dinner?
She set aside the dishes, and then carefully walked over.
“I came back right after dinner.
Uncle Lin told me you ate very little for dinner, can I feed you now?”
“No!
What I eat is none of your business!”
A headache started in Zhuo Junyue as he vented his anger.
Ironically, when he wanted Su Ningyan around, she was not there.
He had promised to allow her to return after dinner and had held back from sending the driver to pick her up early.
Su Ningyan was upset now too.
She stood up and yelled at him, addressing him by both his first and last name.
“Zhuo Junyue, can’t you stop being so childish?
If you don’t eat, how will you recover?”
After she had finished shouting, Su Ningyan suddenly felt afraid.
She had actually had the courage to shout at Zhuo Junyue.
Wasn’t she inviting trouble?
“Idiot, shut up!
Are you tired of living?”
She had actually called him childish.
Was the word ‘childish’ one that could be associated with him?
Su Ningyan noticed that as he was lecturing her, he was grimacing and holding his head.
She felt regret and, forgetting her fear, rushed to him and held his head.
“Are you having a headache?
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have answered back.”
“Get lost!
I told you I don’t need your help.”
Although he had rebuked her harshly, he hadn’t pushed her away.
Su Ningyan was reminded of the first time she visited him.
Back then, a few doctors were trying to hold him down on the bed, intending to give him a tranquilizer.
He was out of control at the time.
It had scared her a little.
“How…how can I help you alleviate some of the pain?
Can…Can I massage you?”
After saying this, Su Ningyan’s small hand rested on his temple, gently kneading it.
She observed Zhuo Junyue’s expression and seeing his furrowed brow loosen a bit, she breathed a sigh of relief.
After a while, Zhuo Junyue held her hand and pulled her into his arms.
Finding the right position, he kissed her deeply.
“Uhm…” Su Ningyan struggled to sit up, but he held her tightly.
This devil, wasn’t he just cursing at her and telling her to get lost?
What was going on now?
As suspected, one should never sympathize with a devil.
After a long time, Zhuo Junyue finally let her go, feeling his headache had significantly subsided.
Su Ningyan promptly got up from him, her face flushed, and adjusted her clothes, “I checked, the dishes tonight are really good, let me feed you some, okay?”
“Mmm!”
Hearing Uncle Zhuo finally agreeing to eat, Su Ningyan sighed with relief.
She pushed Zhuo Junyue onto the balcony, then picked up the walkie-talkie and asked Mr.
Lin to send someone up to clean the room.
When Mr.
Lin arrived with the servants, they saw Su Ningyan on the balcony feeding their young master his meal.
It seemed as though only Miss Su could handle their young master’s temper.
At dinner time, the young master’s temper was murderous.
Even when Doctor Shao finally arrived, no one dared to step forward and try to reason with him.
They just said one thing: wait for Miss Su to return.
Su Ningyan fed Zhuo Junyue half a bowl of rice, but he didn’t eat any more, instead asking coldly: “Did you enjoy going home?”
Su Ningyan was surprised by his question.
She had been glad to see her younger brother at home.
“I was happy.
I saw my family.”
Hearing her answer, Zhuo Junyue fell silent.
The word ‘family’ seemed strange to him.
Ningyan felt uneasy looking at his expression.
Ever since she arrived here, Zhuo Junyue had been finding ways to torment her.
But she needed to be cautious, as she never knew when Zhuo Junyue might start acting strangely again.