Xia Weiyang was still at the hospital.
She was resting inside her ward.
"Oh my, Xia Weiyang must be starving already," Lin Xilan said as she entered Xia Weiyang's ward.
Seeing that Lin Xilan had personally brought her food, Xia Weiyang hurriedly sat up. She then lifted the blanket off her body and prepared to get out of bed.
"Don't move, don't move." Lin Xilan's eyes and feet were swift. She hurriedly entered the room, placed the things she was carrying on a table. She then gently guided Xia Weiyang back to bed. "You just stay there and rest. Don't worry about me."
"Madam, I'm fine..."
"If you move again, I'll get mad," Lin Xilan said as she pretended to be angry.
Xia Weiyang immediately sat down obediently.
"That's more like it!" Lin Xilan showed a satisfied smile and quickly poured the fragrant porridge into the small bowl. Then, she took out a few side dishes from another thermos and placed them on the small table in front of Xia Weiyang.
"Madam, I'll do it myself." Seeing Lin Xilan still stirring the hot porridge, Xia Weiyang felt a little embarrassed.
She only suffered a little bruise on her body, and her hand was still intact.
Suddenly, the door of the ward opened again.
Shi Jue's tall figure appeared at the doorway.
"Son, you're just in time. Come, come, come..." Lin Xilan's eyes lit up as she waved at Shi Jue.
Frowning slightly, Shi Jue helplessly walked over to his mother.
Lin Xilan stuffed the spoon into Shi Jue's hand. "I'll leave the task of feeding Xia Weiyang to you. Remember, feed her gently. Otherwise, hmph!" Lin Xilan's tone was very strict. She also gave Shi Jue a warning look.
Shi Jue had no other choice but to follow his mother's orders.
After getting a satisfactory answer, Lin Xilan left happily. "Xia Weiyang, eat well. After eating, continue your rest. Shi Jue will take you home once you're ready."
Lin Xilan left the ward with Shi Jue still holding the spoon. He then glanced at Xia Weiyang and sat down.
"I can eat by myself," Xia Weiyang said. She then tried to snatch the spoon away from Shi Jue's hand.
"Don't move," Shi Jue said as his wrist dodged Xia Weiyang's hand. "Sit properly."
"It's my body that's injured, not my hands." Xia Weiyang glared angrily.
Shi Jue's cold and stern gaze swept across the room. He picked up the bowl on the table and scooped up a spoonful of porridge. He then slowly lifted the spoon to Xia Weiyang's mouth. His movements were stiff and his expression was solemn. He looked like he was performing a delicate operation.
The corner of Xia Weiyang's mouth twitched violently. Shi Jue's manner of feeding her made her feel like she was having indigestion.
Glancing at the steaming porridge in front of her, Xia Weiyang refused to open her mouth.
"Open your mouth. Don't make me say it a second time." Shi Jue's tone was low as he looked at Xia Weiyang with a warning look.
"Do you want to burn me to death? If you don't know how to feed someone, then don't do it at all. Seriously, who are you trying to show off for? Your mother isn't here," Xia Weiyang coldly said.
Shi Jue frowned after hearing this. His sharp eyes glanced at Xia Weiyang, then at the spoon of porridge in his hand. He looked at the continuous stream of steam. He then took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and blew on it.
Whoosh!
Shi Jue used too much force, which caused most of the porridge on the spoon to fly out.
Some of it landed on Xia Weiyang's chest.
The porridge slightly burned her skin, which caused her to instantly flick it away from her body.
Unfortunately, the porridge that Xia Weiyang flicked off landed on Shi Jue's face.
Huh?
Xia Weiyang's face slightly stiffened. Her body froze as she embarrassedly smiled at Shi Jue.
The small amount of porridge was scattered all over Shi Jue's face. The rare sight of the young master in such a comical state was too much for Xia Weiyang. She wanted to laugh, but she knew she would get into a lot of trouble if she did.
Xia Weiyang slowly and carefully leaned back against the bed.
She was afraid that Shi Jue would be furious because of what she did.