After Grandpa was discharged from the hospital, he paid more attention to health preservation than before. Wen Xinya asked Du Ruo for some medicinal food recipes suitable for Grandpa to help him recuperate.
Wen Haowen would come to see him from time to time, bringing some supplements and nutritional products, but he would come alone every time, because his grandfather had said on the day he was discharged from the hospital that Ning Shuqian was not allowed to set foot in the Wen family's door again, otherwise even Wen Haowen would refuse to let her in.
Grandpa is in good health now, so Wen Xinya goes to Lishan Manor more frequently.
Wen Xinya walked slowly to the door of the study room carrying the medicine tray. When she heard a burst of chaotic talking inside, she knew that his video conference was not over yet.
She was about to leave with the medicine tray, but unexpectedly saw Si Yiyan through the half-open door wearing dark blue casual clothes, which made his temperament even more profound as water and as cool as the strength of black bamboo.
There was a heated argument going on over there, but he casually picked up the cigar on the table and cut off the cigar head. He gently looked at the round hole with a diameter of 3/4 on the cigar head. Slowly, he picked up the matchbox beside him, took out a long sulfur-free match and lightly struck it. A faint blue spark jumped enchantingly on the other end of the match.
Si Yiyan placed the cigar above the fire, gently turned it to heat it, and then lit the cigar, lighting the cigar evenly from the edge to the center, and the rich and spicy aroma filled the air.
They twisted the cut eggplant between their thumb and index finger and gently put it to their nose to smell it.
Wen Xinya's heart was pounding as she watched. The charm of a cigar lies in its leisurely nature. It is pleasant to meditate or close your eyes to relax. Smoking a cigar is equivalent to a strategic contest, knowing... At this moment, it is the cigar in Si Yiyan's hand, a strategic contest, a confrontation.
Suddenly, Si Yiyan said something in German.
The fierce quarrel over there suddenly quieted down.
Then Si Yiyan spoke in fluent German. German is known as the most rigorous language in the world. Every pronunciation was clear and round, with a hint of sharpness. His thin lips were sharp, and every time he opened his lips, the lines of his lips seemed particularly cold and hard, like a sharp scalpel in a doctor's hand.
Wen Xinya stared at his lips that kept opening and closing, and somehow she thought of the scene when they kissed before. At that time, he was incredibly soft, beautiful and charming, not as cold as he is now.
Thinking of this, Wen Xinya's cheeks turned red.
Just as she was about to quietly flee with the medicine tray, she saw the door of the study being opened from the inside. Si Yiyan stood at the door calmly, his narrow and beautiful eyes looking at her with a gorgeous light: "You are here, why don't you come in?"
Wen Xinya pretended to be calm and carried the medicine tray into the study room: "Is your video conference over? I saw that you were busy with work, so I planned to come over later to change your medicine."
Si Yiyan took her hand and sat on the sofa: "It's already finished. No matter how busy I am, I can't delay your time to change the medicine for me. This is my benefit after work."
"Is it over?" Although she didn't understand German, she knew the incident was very difficult because of the extremely intense argument on the other end of the video call. How could it be resolved by Si Yiyan in just a few words
Si Yiyan asked with a smile: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing." Wen Xinya replied hurriedly. How could she forget that the person in front of her was Si Yiyan! He was the head of the Xia Si family and Lucifer's Rex. It was not uncommon for him to easily solve problems that others found difficult.
Si Yiyan stretched out his hand to roll up his sleeves, revealing his fair arms, and said with a low laugh: "Now you know how good your vision is!"
"You are actually praising yourself!" Wen Xinya couldn't help but glare at him. All her thoughts were exposed in front of him.
Si Yiyan smiled and said, "Don't you think I'm awesome?"
"Okay, you're great, you're the best, okay?" Wen Xinya didn't bother to pay attention to his vanity of finding self-affirmation from her. She looked at his exposed arms. The muscles in his arms were not tangled, but the lines were extremely solid and beautiful, comparable to those of Vienna.
Si Yiyan laughed softly, and his heart softened as he watched her carefully remove the gauze from his wound.
"Does the wound still hurt today?" Wen Xinya looked at the ugly and twisted wound on his arm that looked like a centipede. Although it was not as horrifying as it was then, she still felt heartbroken.
"With your careful care, the wound has almost healed. It doesn't hurt at all." He didn't lie. Ever since he was injured, his welfare increased dramatically. Not only did she prepare various blood-replenishing soups every day, she also often cooked medicinal food, which allowed him to feast on his appetite and help his wound heal faster.
"The doctor said that even though the stitches have been removed, we still have to be careful and not be careless." Wen Xinya's hand gently stroked his wound. The stitches had been removed yesterday and the wound had closed, but the new tender flesh was pink and fragile, which still made her heart tremble.
Soft fingers stroked the wound, which was already painful and itchy, and brought a slight numbness, like a thin feather brushing against the tip of his heart. His heart suddenly palpitated: "Yes! All up to you."
Since his parents passed away one after another, he has been injured countless times, but never before has he had to be so delicate in recovering from his injuries as he is now. He has to drink blood-replenishing and qi-boosting soup every day, and eat various medicated foods to restore wounds and vitality. Even his diet has to strictly follow the doctor's instructions. He also has to go out for a walk regularly every day. His working hours are also limited to two hours in the morning, three hours in the afternoon, and three hours in the evening, and he has to go to bed at ten o'clock.
He was addicted to the feeling of being cared for, looked after and disciplined.
Wen Xinya gently cleaned his wound with disinfectant, then took the medicine that Du Ruo had prepared for her and evenly applied a layer of ointment on his wound. After applying it, she rubbed a layer of dry medicine powder on it. This way, when bandaging the wound later, the gauze would not be stuck to the medicine, and the wound would not be hurt when the gauze was removed.
Such attentiveness and seriousness made Si Yiyan enjoy this kind of care and concern, but he still decided to try to avoid getting hurt as much as possible in the future so as not to make her worry too much.
Wen Xinya changed the gauze for him and carefully wrapped the wound. She looked at him with a pair of watery eyes: "Si Yiyan, try to avoid getting hurt as much as possible in the future! If you don't feel any pain... I will feel bad."
Si Yiyan held her to his chest, his pale lips stained with a beautiful pink color, and he kissed her lips gently, as softly and beautifully as a butterfly in love with a flower: "Yes! I promise you."
Wen Xinya slowly put her face against his chest and gently rubbed his chest with great attachment.