Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

"Should I wait?" Mu Haitang murmured, like asking sister Lin and himself.

Sister Lin bowed her head, carefully pasted the plaster on the wound and replied, "I don't have any culture, but I know that in a word, feelings are like drinking water, cold and warm."

"Yes." Mu Haitang replied bitterly. She didn't know whether it was worth waiting like this. With a sigh in his heart, he lowered his head and continued to look for stomach medicine in the medicine box. After finding it, he leaned over to pick up a cup of cold boiled water from the tea table and swallowed it with the medicine.

Sister Lin was surprised when she saw that she took the medicine. She carefully looked at the medicine box in Mu Haitang's hand. It was a painkiller for stomach disease. She immediately frowned again. "Madam went to bed in the afternoon. You didn't wake up for dinner. You must be hungry."

Mu Haitang shook his head and replied, "not hungry." she really didn't feel hungry. She didn't eat two meals. She had been hungry for a long time. Now she just felt a dull pain in her stomach. The medicine she took didn't work so quickly. The second midnight was destined to be a painful night.

Sister Lin said, "if you don't feel hungry, you still have to eat. Stomach medicine can cure the symptoms but not the root cause. Your stomach needs to be raised. Wait a minute, I'll cook you a bowl of clear porridge, and you'll have a rest."

Mu Haitang lay on his curled legs and looked at sister Lin. he couldn't help but feel a warm current, "thank you, sister Lin."

Sister Lin smiled and replied, "yes. Please wait a moment, madam. It will be fine soon." she packed the medicine box, got up straight from the kneeling ground, put the medicine box back in place, went to the kitchen to cook porridge, and Mu Haitang leaned against the sofa and waited.

Now everything was quiet, even the wind stopped, and only a slight collision of kitchen utensils came from the kitchen. It was dark outside the window, but mu Haitang's mood was not as gloomy as before. Anyway, she could still find a trace of warmth in this home.

The porridge was quickly cooked, and sister Lin added many kinds of stomach nourishing materials to it. Mu Haitang was holding a porcelain bowl. The dense heat made her nose sour. In the past, her mother cooked supper for her at home.

As she sipped the delicious porridge, she thought about the sound and smile of her family. She really had to go home. Maybe there she could find her gradually lost courage.

After eating porridge, Mu Haitang felt that his stomach warmed up bit by bit, and his mood became much better. Sister Lin helped Mu Haitang up the steps step by step and went to her own room.

When passing Leng Shaoxuan's study, Mu Haitang glanced nervously. The light had been turned off and the door was closed. It should be a rest. She unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Back in the room, Mu Haitang lay down in bed. Sister Lin kindly tucked in her thin quilt, pulled the curtains, turned off the lights, said good night and gently closed the door.

Sister Lin held the door handle and sighed. She was about to go back. When she turned her head, she suddenly bumped into a tall figure behind her. She was so scared that she almost screamed. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and covered her mouth.

"Young master?" sister Lin looked at Leng Shaoxuan suddenly.

Leng Shaoxuan's eyes moved from Mu Haitang's door to sister Lin, and calmly asked, "how's it going?"

Sister Lin hesitated and said, "the ankle injury has been wrapped up, but it looks very serious, and my wife has a stomach disease again."