"Chen, Chenchen?"
Qiao Chen was so surprised that she stuttered. She felt the eyes of the Fu family members were on her, especially Mrs. Fu, whose eyes were just short of blatant disdain for her.
She held the plate and forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and coaxed him softly, "Don't you like bunnies? It's okay, I can also carve kittens and dogs. I'll carve one for you. Which one do you like?"
"Do I look three years old to you?"
Ye Qichen didn't look kind to her, his childish face was filled with impatience. Although she wasn't three years old, she was obviously only five years old!
He had seen her when he was struggling in the river that day. This woman was standing on the bridge, watching coldly and pointing at him, and now she came to please him again.
Qiao Chen did not give up, secretly and half-forcefully pushed the plate of fruit in front of him, and smiled insincerely: "Chenchen, don't be willful, you are sick and need more vitamins, how about having a piece?"
"you are annoying!"
Ye Qichen directly overturned the plate that was about to reach his mouth, and the pears instantly fell to the ground. He looked angry with a dark face, turned over, and shouted to everyone in the room: "Get out! All of you get out! I want to sleep!"
Mrs. Fu immediately pulled her away, looking grim: "Look at what you have done!"
Qiao Chen had overstepped her bounds and lost face in front of the Fu family. She felt depressed and aggrieved, and her face turned pale in an instant. She didn't dare to say a word even when her finger was cut by the plate and bled.
It was Fu Ge who held her hand and said to her hurriedly, "Let's go, Chenchen, let's go out first."
*
6th floor, Nanyuan.
After Qiao Nian handed the Ganoderma Lucidum to Aunt Chen, she chatted with Uncle Chen on the bed for a while. When she saw the tired look on the sallow face of the man on the bed, she stood up and said to Chen Yuan, who was standing silently beside her, "Come out with me."
The door of the ward was ajar.
"Come here, stay away."
Qiao Nian led him to the end of the corridor. Only when she was sure that the couple in the ward wouldn't hear him did she stop, open the window in the corridor, and irritably took out a piece of chewing gum from her pocket and casually threw a small sugar pill into her mouth.
Very sweet, with a hint of orange sourness.
She squinted her eyes and leaned against the window, her dark and deep eyes fixed on the person who followed her out.
Chen Yuan still had a bandage on his arm and scars on his face from a fight, looking disheveled.
Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes and asked him, "How does it feel to be out in society?"
Chen Yuan turned away and said in a muffled voice: "It has nothing to do with you!"
She smiled, her eyes raised, and she was a little irritable. She changed her posture and said, "If it weren't for Aunt Chen and Uncle Chen, do you think I would care about you?"
“…I didn’t ask you to care!” Chen Yuan turned his head away, as if his self-esteem was hurt.
Qiao Nian was too lazy to waste words with him and directly said, "You said you wanted to make a career in society, but you didn't. In three months, it turns out that you have accomplished nothing. Now you should abide by your promise to me, go back to school and study hard, and don't let Aunt Chen and the others worry about you anymore."
Chen Yuan couldn't understand why she could always remain so calm, like a ship that had seen thousands of sails. No matter how rough the sea was, she could remain standing still.
She looks to be the same age as me!
He gave a mocking smile: "Do you think I can go back to school if I want to?"
I forced myself to take a three-month leave of absence, and it’s difficult to go back.
Qiao Nian raised an eyebrow and asked him, "Which school did you go to before? I'll ask someone to tell your school."
"It's no use saying it." Chen Yuan said this, but he still told her: "Raocheng No. 1 Middle School. I'm in Class A. No. 1 Middle School is strict, and the head teacher of Class A is very strong. She won't agree to let me go back and lower the class average."
He used to have decent grades in the class, ranked in the top five, and Shen Hui treated him well. But he knew that Shen Hui attached great importance to students' grades, and what was okay before did not mean it was okay now.
Qiao Nian pulled the corner of his mouth, expressionless: "What a coincidence, I am also in No. 1 Middle School, also in Class A."
(End of this chapter)