Once she realized what Jiang Yuhan meant by that, even Rong Yan’s ears turned red.
As she was struggling to organize her words to explain, Jiang Yuhan’s deep, husky voice sounded by her ear once more.
“Bear with it. Once you’re feeling better, I’ll surely satisfy you.”
Rong Yan: “…”
Better not explain after all—she was afraid that the more she tried to clarify, the worse it would get.
Nestled in Jiang Yuhan’s arms, she soon fell asleep.
She slept all the way until morning. Looking at the breakfast before her, Rong Yan furrowed her brows slightly.
It was red date and bird’s nest soup—it looked very nourishing, but Rong Yan only wanted to drink some plain congee right now.
Young Master Jiang could naturally tell she was uncomfortable. “Don’t go to Grandfather’s birthday banquet tonight. Stay home and rest well.”
Only after Jiang Yuhan’s reminder did Rong Yan remember that today was Elder Jiang’s birthday, and she had prepared a gift.
It was on this very day last year that Jiang Yuhan had chosen her, and the very next day, they had gone to get their marriage certificate.
Elder Jiang had treated her well. Once she and Jiang Yuhan divorced, she naturally wouldn’t be able to attend Elder Jiang’s birthday banquet again.
Pressing her lips together, Rong Yan spoke in a firm tone.
“I’m going.”
“Eat the bird’s nest first.”
Rong Yan was about to cry. Jiang Yuhan really wanted her to recover her health quickly.
That was right—if her body was weak, how could she properly do her “job” as a stand-in!
Closing her eyes, Rong Yan picked up the bowl of red date and bird’s nest soup and drank it.
Setting down the bowl, she couldn’t hold it in and vomited straight into the trash can.
Taking the water Jiang Yuhan handed over, Rong Yan rinsed her mouth and wiped it with a tissue.
The man’s gaze was sharp and murderous. “What’s going on?”
With a pitiful, delicate look, Rong Yan said, “Maybe the bird’s nest is too nourishing. I’ll just have some plain congee and vegetables.”
“Butler, fire all the chefs and hire a new batch.”
Hearing Jiang Yuhan’s words, Rong Yan nearly had a heart attack.
It was because she was pregnant and couldn’t stomach overly nourishing food—it had nothing to do with the chefs.
“No need to change the chefs. It’s my body’s problem. I just want to eat something light right now.”
“Jiang Yuhan, the doctor said I need balanced nutrition, not heavy tonics at every meal.”
Young Master Jiang: “…”
So it was his fault after all.
No longer insisting on replacing the chefs, Young Master Jiang strode out of the dining room and headed to the company.
Rong Yan, on the other hand, was in a fairly good mood as she ate a bowl of congee and some vegetables.
Her baby liked plain congee and vegetables right now.
Elder Jiang’s birthday banquet was held at the Jiang family’s ancestral mansion. By the time Rong Yan stepped into the banquet hall, it was almost seven o’clock.
Soon, she spotted Jiang Yuhan in the crowd.
She had no intention of seeking him out. Ever since she learned she was a stand-in, the moment she saw Jiang Yuhan, all she wanted was a divorce.
But Young Master Jiang walked over to her, looking at her with eyes as cold as ice, and asked,
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
Completely baffled, Rong Yan: “…”
Looking at the large plate of food that had suddenly appeared before her, Rong Yan was even more confused.
“Don’t think you can force me to divorce you by starving yourself. If you don’t finish all of this, you’ll bear the consequences.”
Without giving her any chance to refuse, Young Master Jiang shoved the plate of food into her hands and went off to chat elegantly with others.
Hastily setting the plate down, Rong Yan feared that if she looked at it any longer, she would throw up!
Suddenly, a familiar figure caught her eye.
Wasn’t that her ex-boyfriend, Han Lingfeng?
She was actually together with Jiang Yuhan’s younger sister, Jiang Yuwan!
Rong Yan had nearly forgotten that she once had a boyfriend like that.
Lowering her head, she thought for a moment before recalling that the reason she and Han Lingfeng broke up was because she wouldn’t be of any help to his acting career.
Well, that was fine—this little princess of the Jiang family should be a great help to Han Lingfeng’s career.
Rong Yan had no intention whatsoever of greeting her ex-boyfriend. Carrying some vegetable salad, she found a corner and sat down.
Anyway, she had already given her gift to Elder Jiang. Once she filled her stomach, she would leave.
Unfortunately, some people had no sense of tact, speaking in voices so loud that Rong Yan couldn’t help but overhear them.