4 If Second Master Feeds Her Personally, What If She Starves to Death?
“Ruan Ruan, school is starting soon. We both applied to the same university, and we might even become roommates.”
Ling Qing Ruan’s best friend Wu Xiaomin sent a voice message. She was Ling Qing Ruan’s closest friend.
They had been good friends since high school, applied to the same university, and were admitted to their dream school—Imperial Capital University.
“Mhm.”
“Ruan Ruan, when are you coming out to go clubbing? You’ve never been before. This time, I’ll take you.”
“No need, I don’t like that kind of place. You guys have fun.”
“Ruan Ruan, you’re so pretty. If you come, you might meet a rich and handsome boyfriend. Then you wouldn’t have to do part-time jobs anymore.”
“I…”
Ling Qing Ruan hesitated but ultimately didn’t say it. How could she explain that she already had a future husband?
“In a couple of days, I’ll take you out. I must find you a rich and handsome boyfriend.”
“Xiaomin, actually… I already have a boyfriend.”
“What! You have a boyfriend? I don’t believe it.”
“It’s true.”
“What does your boyfriend look like? Is he rich? Does he have a car? A house?” Wu Xiaomin asked eagerly.
Ling Qing Ruan recalled Si Zhanhan’s appearance. “He’s quite handsome, has a big house, a car, and probably is pretty wealthy.”
“Lies, keep lying. There aren’t many men nowadays who have a car, a house, money, and are handsome.”
Ling Qing Ruan, “I’m not lying. I’m telling the truth. His house is huge, like an amusement park.”
“Alright, Ruan Ruan darling, I won’t chat with you anymore. I have a date. I met a rich young master a few days ago; he might even buy me a bag.”
Ling Qing Ruan put down her phone. Everything she said was true, so why didn’t Xiaomin believe her? (′へ、)
“Miss Ling, please have some fruit.” If you need anything, just let us know.”
“I don’t have any other requests. Thank you.” Ling Qing Ruan showed a sweet smile.
The maids around her were utterly charmed. Such a pretty and sweet girl, fragrant and soft, so adorable! They just wanted to give her a kiss.
But no—she was Second Master’s woman. They shouldn’t entertain such thoughts.
Ling Qing Ruan picked up some fruit and ate it. Bored, she opened Si Zhanhan’s chat window. Should she message him? What should she say? It seemed there wasn’t much to talk about since they weren’t really familiar with each other.
While eating fruit, she accidentally sent a sticker.
Ling Qing Ruan quickly tried to recall it, but it was too late…
Pyramid, Imperial Capital.
66th-floor conference room.
Si Zhanhan, dressed in a sharp suit, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. His brow was stern, and his dark eyes held a cold intensity. “Next.”
“Yes, President.”
As Si Zhanhan listened to the report, his phone suddenly chimed. All the executives paused their actions.
What was going on? Their President’s phone actually rang? In all these years, his phone had never once made a sound.
Si Zhanhan’s cool gaze swept over and saw the message from Ling Qing Ruan. The contact name was “Little Girl.”
[What’s wrong?]
Si Zhanhan held his phone while the executive giving the report stopped speaking. It was the first time they had ever seen their President using his phone during a meeting.
Ling Qing Ruan saw Si Zhanhan’s reply and nearly threw her phone!
He still saw it!
[N-nothing.]
[I’ll be back soon. Be good at home and don’t run around.]
[Mhm.]
Ling Qing Ruan lay on Si Zhanhan’s bed, covered with his blankets, her head on his pillow. She hadn’t slept at all last night and was exhausted.
Before long, Ling Qing Ruan closed her eyes and drifted into dreamland, hugging a pillow tightly.
Si Zhanhan pushed the door open and entered quietly, his tall frame casting a shadow over the girl.
He leaned one hand beside Ling Qing Ruan. The girl’s fair little face was utterly pure, her black butterfly-like eyelashes long, and her lips slightly puckered, like tempting cherries waiting to be plucked.
“Little one, asleep?”
His slender fingers gently pinched the girl’s soft, fair cheek. Ling Qing Ruan frowned slightly, moved her lips, and continued sleeping.
“Sleep well.”
Si Zhanhan tucked the blankets securely around Ling Qing Ruan and turned to leave the room.
“Second Master, that young lady…”
Si Zhanhan, “She’s asleep. Go have someone clean the side bedroom. I’ll sleep there tonight.”
What! That woman actually took over their Second Master’s room.
Second Master is too pitiful.
The next day.
Ling Qing Ruan woke up early in the morning, opening her dazed big eyes to look at the unfamiliar surroundings.
This is… Si Zhanhan’s room.
Ling Qing Ruan put on her shoes and went downstairs. The man, dressed in a suit, sat on the sofa holding a book. From this angle, she could clearly see his perfect profile and the sharp line of his jaw.
“Si Zhanhan…”
A soft, sweet voice rang out, carrying a unique clarity. For the first time, Si Zhanhan felt his name sounded so pleasant.
“You’re awake. Eat first. After breakfast, we’ll go to your place.”
“My home…”
Ling Qing Ruan walked over to Si Zhanhan. The girl was delicate and petite—he could lift her with one hand effortlessly.
“Mhm, to your home, to prepare for our wedding.” Si Zhanhan looked at the pretty little thing before him and led her to the dining area.
“Wedding!”
Ling Qing Ruan nearly bit her tongue. She was only 18 and didn’t want to get married so early.
“Mhm, I said I would take responsibility.”
Responsibility…
Ling Qing Ruan gently bit her lip and lowered her head. Si Zhanhan didn’t love her; he was just taking responsibility.
He was so handsome and rich—he must have many women around him.
“Little girl, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.Si Zhanhan, “Little girl, you’re not disgusted by me for being old, are you?” Actually, I’m not that old. I’m 28 this year, only… ten years older than you.”
Ling Qing Ruan shook her head and picked up her fork to eat. Si Zhanhan had prepared a large bowl of rice for her, but she only took a few bites.
“Si Zhanhan, I’m full.”
“Eat a bit more. If you only eat this much every day, when will you ever gain weight?”
Si Zhanhan picked up his chopsticks and personally fed Ling Qing Ruan. She took a few more bites, her big eyes fixed on the man before her.
No one had ever cared whether she ate enough or not.
Her mother only ever complained that she ate too much.
Mu Yun’s brows furrowed into a tight knot. What was so good about this crybaby? Why was Second Master doting on her so much?
He was even feeding her personally?
Si Zhanhan didn’t have any other intentions. He just felt the little girl ate too little. What if she starved to death? After all, she was his future Little Mistress, and he hadn’t yet made up for his mistake.