Su Ningyan noticed that he had not eaten much, with a lot of food still left.
“Do you want to eat some more?” she asked.
“No more.” Zhuo Junyue agreed to eat earlier for her sake.
His headache was so severe it felt as if his head would explode.
How could he have any appetite?
Fortunately, he felt better now.
“If you’re not eating, then I’ll eat some more.” Su Ningyan picked up her chopsticks and began eating heartily.
The food tasted pretty good.
Hearing her enjoying her meal, Zhuo Junyue couldn’t help but say, “Little niece, did you not get any food at home?”
“I did.” Su Ningyan answered honestly.
Zhang Juan probably cooked a lot of dishes for her tonight, acknowledging her contribution.
“Pig, you’re eating so much.”
Upon hearing Zhuo Junyue’s words, Su Ningyan was a bit annoyed and refuted, “I’m only eighteen years old, and it’s my developmental age.
What’s wrong with me eating a bit more?
Unlike you, who is already so…” She stopped midsentence.
Old.
She bit her tongue before she could say those two words, seeing Zhuo Junyue’s visibly irritated expression.
She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and dug up a big mouthful of rice.
Zhuo Junyue snorted coldly.
She shouldn’t think he didn’t know what she wanted to say.
He was only twenty-eight years old.
Old, he mused?
She clearly had no clue about men’s prime age.
After a while, Zhuo Junyue commented quietly, “It’s good to eat a little more.”
Zhuo Junyue’s shameless comment nearly choked Su Ningyan to death.
This old man, could he stop making inappropriate comments?
Could he talk seriously?
Would he die if he didn’t tease her for a day?
She was eating to grow, not to enhance her chest, okay?
Her breasts were already large enough.
When she went out, she would always wear loose clothes to avoid those lecherous old men staring at her chest.
After coughing for a while, Su Ningyan managed to clear her throat.
She ignored him and carried her bowl downstairs.
Seeing the empty bowl that Su Ningyan carried downstairs, the kitchen maid Xia was surprised.
“Miss Su, did the young master eat all of it?”
Feeling embarrassed to lie to Xia, Su Ningyan told the truth, “The young master ate some, and I ate the rest.”
“Oh, I see.” Xia smiled as she took the bowls and chopsticks.
“Miss Su is very capable.
Xiao Zhang wanted to feed the young master tonight, but he ended up breaking her hand.”
Su Ningyan widened her eyes.
Break one’s hand?
Was Zhuo Junyue so violent?
Poor Xiao Zhang only wanted to feed him.
Was such violence necessary just because he didn’t want to eat?
She doubted if the prior rumors on the internet were originated from those who suffered because of Zhuo Junyue.
She couldn’t help but think about herself, forcibly sharing a bed with this devil, and felt her little life was in great danger.
Even though one of his legs was crippled, and he was now blind, he could still easily pin her down on the bed and do whatever he pleased.
The Wing Chun she fondly learned was useless in front of him.
Life was so bitter!
When would these difficult days end?
Tomorrow was the day for Zhuo Junyue’s hospital examination.
She wondered if his father would go.
Thinking of Zhuo Zhengxiu, her heart felt more burdened.
The suspense made her days unbearable.
When she returned to the room and saw that demon, she let out a barely audible sigh, obediently walked over to Uncle Zhuo’s side, and waited for instructions.
She struggled with herself for a while and finally plucked up her courage to ask, “Will Uncle Zhuo go to the hospital for the check-up tomorrow?”
Zhuo Junyue didn’t expect Su Ningyan to bring up Zhuo Zhengxiu.
There was an unpleasant look between his brows: “Are you eager to see him?
Can’t wait to gain the favor of your future father-in-law?”