Cold Prince Charming Spoils His Wife

Gong Yichen stood hesitantly at the door of the ward with a bag of Soup Dumplings in his hands. He wondered about Song Jiayin's condition and whether it was appropriate for him to go in now.

Seeing him pacing back and forth a few times, even Zheng Rui could not take it anymore. He shook his head and walked out: "Don't worry, I just gave her a few pills, she's fine now."

With Zheng Rui's guarantee, Gong Yichen could finally be at ease and knocked on the door and entered.

Song Jiayin leaned on the headboard, with two pillows propped up by her waist, she could barely sit up.

Her expression was calm as she quietly turned her head to the side, staring at the blue sky outside the window in a daze.

"Why are you so engrossed in it?" Gong Yichen walked over to her side and handed over a bag of Soup Dumplings to her.

Song Jiayin seemed to be entranced by it, she did not even notice when Gong Yichen walked in, and only when he opened her mouth did she turn her head around.

"Oh, nothing." She stared at the Soup Dumplings in her arms, hesitantly not being able to pick up the chopsticks to eat. It seemed that she had some concerns.

Gong Yichen saw through what she was thinking with a glance and comforted her, "Don't worry, I will definitely buy cleanly."

He was not like Song Jiayin who was unscrupulous and did not hesitate to buy food from stalls by the roadside. As a result, he was sent to the hospital for acute appendicitis.

Song Jiayin, who had been caught off guard, pursed her lips. She could only slowly unwrap the bun, pick up a Soup Dumplings, and eat one piece in one go.

Since last night, she had only eaten a box of low-quality cold grilled noodles. Right now, her stomach was rumbling with hunger. The Soup Dumplings in front of her was like coal in a snowstorm. She could not help but take another bite.

Fresh gravy slid along with the flour. Once it entered her throat, a sweet taste filled her mouth, stimulating her taste buds in every way, causing her appetite to rise.

Gong Yichen held onto his chin with one hand, watching Song Jiayin gobble down the food, the corner of his mouth raised up into a beautiful curve.

Indeed, Song Jiayin was different from others. The feeling she gave him was so pure and lovely that when she was with Song Jiayin, he felt like she had returned to her student days once again. It was really nostalgic.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." He looked at Song Jiayin lovingly, and shook his head helplessly.

"Give it a good try!" Song Jiayin was still holding onto half of the Soup Dumplings, mumbling indistinctly about something.

Gong Yichen truly felt that this time, Song Jiayin would probably not get appendicitis again, but gastritis. Eating in such a hurry … It would be strange if there were no problems with the body.

He really didn't know how Song Jiayin had lived in the past. Fortunately, he was by her side now. With him around, at least she definitely wouldn't let such a dangerous thing happen to Song Jiayin again.

According to Song Jiayin's speed, the bag of Soup Dumplings was finished very quickly. She stuffed the last Soup Dumplings into her mouth and heaved a sigh of satisfaction. "It's really delicious!"

"As long as it's delicious." Gong Yichen took out a napkin from the bedside table and handed it over to her.

Just then, Song Jiayin's phone started vibrating at an inopportune moment.

"Weng weng weng — —" The phone was placed next to the pillow and was shaking loudly along with the pillow.

Song Jiayin subconsciously looked at the caller ID.

However, the words "Wu Zihao" caused her hand that was about to answer the call to stop, and in the end, she still could not make up his mind to press the button to answer it.