Mentioning Su Yang, Ji Chengzhou's brow furrowed slightly, "But it was all because of the drugs."
"Over the years, many women have wanted to win you over, and their tactics were far cleverer than this. When have you ever wavered?"
Ji Chengzhou glanced indifferently at Li Xiujie, "What are you trying to say?"
"Previously, because Su Yang was Ji Yuanhang's girlfriend, you stopped approaching her after the accident. Now that she's dead, there's no point in talking about her anymore, but Sang Qian is different, she's your legitimate wife. You could get closer to her using Song Shijing's identity, perhaps your illness could improve."
"No need."
Li Xiujie knew not to rush this matter and said no more.
When Sang Qian saw Li Xiujie come out of the room, she asked, "How is it?"
"He has regained his male functions."
Sang Qian, "..." A comatose man could still have male functions?
"He used to detest the touch of women, but your touch has restored his male functions, indicating he does not resist your touch, and he might even like it. Thus, I recommend you get closer to him in the future, it will aid in his recovery."
How to get closer?
Was she supposed to take advantage of a comatose man?
She wasn't that perverted.
"From now on, you should bathe him."
"But didn't you just say he opened his eyes because he resisted me bathing him?"
"He's just not used to it yet. You share a bed with him, and after a week, he will definitely be able to adapt. By then, it should be alright for you to bathe him. I'll explain this to the old lady."
By then the scratches on Ji Chengzhou's chest would have healed. All for Ji Chengzhou's illness, he was indeed making painstaking efforts.
Pausing for a moment, Li Xiujie then said, "You should also regularly massage his hands and feet to ensure blood circulation and prevent muscle atrophy."
**
In the evening, Sang Qian personally cooked dinner, today was her first time sharing a meal with Ji Sangyu, and she wanted to bridge their relationship.
It was clear in the morning that Ji Sangyu did not like her.
Soon, she would be bringing her daughter back to the country too. She did not want her daughter to grow up in an unfavorable environment; she hoped her daughter and Ji Sangyu could get along well.
Sang Qian took off her apron and came out of the kitchen, just as Ji Sangyu entered the house.
"Back from school." She smiled as she walked over, trying to help him with the backpack on his back.
Ji Sangyu gave her a frown and a glare, "Don't touch me."
Sang Qian's hand paused in midair, then withdrew, her lips still curved in a light smile, "Then you put down your backpack yourself, wash your hands, and we can have dinner."
Ji Sangyu grunted and walked in with a cold look.
Sang Qian thought Ji Sangyu would go wash his hands, but instead, he took off his backpack and sat down on the sofa, picking up the remote and began watching TV, purposely turning up the volume very high.
He obviously wanted to defy her.
Sang Qian pinched the bridge of her nose with her slender fingers, thought for a moment, instructed the maid to serve the dishes, then sat down at the dining table herself and began to eat.
The maid Xiao Zhu hurried to call Ji Sangyu, "Young Master, dinner time. Tonight, the young madam cooked herself, and she made all your favorite dishes."
Ji Sangyu crossed his arms, looking defiant and said loudly, "I won't eat the food she made. I'm afraid she might poison me."
Xiao Zhu tried to persuade him further, but seeing it was futile, she returned to the dining room, "Young madam, won't you try to persuade the Young Master a bit?"
The Young Master was the great-grandson of the Ji family, normally treated like an ancestor, especially by the old lady, as if afraid of melting in her mouth or dropping from her palms, treasured beyond words.
"Let him be," Sang Qian said indifferently, then picked up a chicken wing with a composed expression, "I heard that the old lady usually does not let the young master eat Coca-Cola chicken wings?"
Xiao Zhu nodded, "The old lady says Coca-Cola is a carbonated drink, not good for the body."
Sang Qian nodded, brought the chicken wing to her nose and smelled it, deliberately raising her voice, "It smells so good, the sweetness of the cola and the savory of the chicken, it tastes absolutely delicious."
Ji Sangyu turned his little head, his eyes filled with desire as he glanced at the dining room, his little mouth unconsciously smacking at the thought, swallowing his saliva.
Sang Qian, aware of his gaze, picked up a rib, "This sweet and sour rib is tender, sweet but not cloying."
The smell of the food reached Ji Sangyu, and his little cravings were all hooked out, his stomach grumbled loudly with hunger.
So hungry.
So wanting to eat.
But if he went to eat now, it would not look good.
He was a man, and he would not be so spineless.
"The tomato shrimp has a great flavor too, tender and juicy, with a sweet and sour taste, and this deep-fried braised belt fish is extraordinary, crispy and aromatic, I'm going to greatly enjoy my meal tonight."
Just as Sang Qian finished speaking, she saw movement in the living room; she lowered her head to continue eating, pretending she had seen nothing.