Chapter 775 - I Don’t Deserve Big Brother’s Boiled Soup
Chapter 775: I Don’t Deserve Big Brother’s Boiled Soup
Telepathically, Pei Nanxu and Pei Yutang scratched their noses as their gazes met. This was a strange atmosphere… and they felt like they were extras.
There was no more space left for them in this house…
Lin Yan was too touched to care about anyone else. She even overlooked the fact that her beloved idol was around. She gazed into Pei Yucheng’s eyes and said, “You don’t have to wait for me. You should rest early since your health has only recently improved.”
Pei Yucheng stroked the girl’s hair and replied, “You have been overexerting yourself lately. I’ve boiled some soup for you. Drink some before you sleep.”
Lin Yan, who was still floating around on a cloud of pleasant emotions, was jolted back to her senses instantly when she heard him. Her eyes became huge as she froze for some time. “Soup… You boiled soup… You cooked?”
Pei Yucheng added, “I also made some desserts.”
Desserts?
Lin Yan turned her head so quickly that it seemed like she’d nearly twisted it. “The two of you should have some soup as well!” she suggested to Pei Nanxu and Pei Yutang.
Pei Yutang took several steps back and shook his head repeatedly. “No, no, no! It’s alright! Sister-in-law, Big Brother has boiled the soup for you. I don’t deserve to drink it!”
Upon saying that, he fled as quickly as a bunny and almost fell amid his haste. He looked as if a savage beast was right on his tail.
Lin Yan glanced at Pei Nanxu and begged. “Idol! You should have some. Just a little, perhaps? You must be hungry by now!”
Pei Nanxu spluttered awkwardly. “I’m on a diet.”
He turned on his heels and vanished from sight in seconds.
Lin Yan was speechless!
How could they?
They had simply left her to die?
If there was anything that could destroy her fantasies about Pei Yucheng, it would be a bowl of soup… And if that wasn’t enough, perhaps an extra plate of desserts…
…
At a mansion in the capital city…
The bedroom was in complete disorder. Everything on the dressing table had been thrown to the floor, broken cosmetics and beauty products were strewn everywhere, and the mirror had been smashed.
He Shanshan stood in a corner, shivering in fear.
Lin Shuya had always been docile, gentle, and frail. This was the first time she had seen her exhibit such a temper.
However, she understood why. That day’s event had smeared Lin Shuya’s reputation and ruined Han Yixuan’s surprise proposal…
He Shanshan vented her frustration. “Sister Shuya, don’t be so angry. It’s all because of that b*tch, Lin Yan! She went overseas to enjoy her life and left you behind to do all the work! It was really kind of you to help her with Angel’s Shelter. How could she have the face to steal the glory from you? Plus, she pretends to be so kind and upright about it!”
Lin Shuya sneered maliciously. “She is, after all, the President of Darling’s Home Charity Foundation.”
He Shanshan’s expression froze, but she hastily replaced it with disdain. “It must be a gimmick to repair her image! She can’t be that kind!”
Lin Shuya, who had calmed down a little, hissed vehemently, “It’s just a damn shelter. If my company didn’t want to use it for publicity, do you think I would care?”
He Shanshan jumped right in eagerly. “Exactly! Your company made you use it. Sister Shuya, you can only listen to them. This is not your fault at all.”
Lin Shuya was pleased with He Shanshan. “So if the reporters ask you, do you know how to answer?”