Zhang Lingying was startled by him and didn’t know when he had arrived, staring at him with wide eyes.
Once she snapped back, she hurriedly asked, "Are you hungry? I left so porridge for you, and there are ingredients in the fridge. What would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you."
Before Leng Jian ca, Zhang Lingying had specifically called Lu Jing’s attending doctor. The doctor’s suggestion was that it would be best for Lu Jing not to be discharged from the hospital too soon, and at least be observed for a few more days. However, he insisted on being discharged and repeatedly assured that he would be fine, so the doctor had no choice but to sign the discharge papers.
The doctor couldn’t convince Lu Jing and could only give helpless instructions to Zhang Lingying.
He told her that Lu Jing’s condition was likely psychological, and if there was a family mber to care for him, discharging a few days earlier might not be an issue. However, it was crucial to eat and sleep on ti to prevent severe gastric spasms from recurring.
Although Leng Jian’s visit delayed her a bit, it wasn’t too late now.
She could simply stir-fry two dishes in just over ten minutes, and Lu Jing could eat.
"I’m already full," Lu Jing grumbled, "Full of anger."
"..."
"Anyway, you only like Leng Jian, so why care about my life or death? Just let hide in the closet and starve to death," Lu Jing leaned against the shoe cabinet behind Zhang Lingying, feeling more aggrieved as he spoke.
He didn’t believe what she said about Leng Jian being like a brother. A brother without blood ties, what kind of brother is that?
Leng Jian, after getting off work, ca to see her and cooked for her...
Oh, there was also a bouquet of flowers and a basket of fruits in the living room.
Who gives such pretty flowers to a sister? Tell that to soone else!
Only a naive little girl would be fooled. He’s an old hand in the marketplace and won’t fall for it.
"Stop it, Leng Jian already said yesterday that he was coming to see . You’re the one who suddenly showed up today, and I haven’t even confronted you about moving into my house when the doctor didn’t agree to your discharge."
Despite talking about confronting him, Zhang Lingying turned her head and headed into the kitchen.
Too busy to say anything to Lu Jing, she was occupied with cooking two dishes for him so he could eat on ti.
"I’m not eating anything cooked by Leng Jian, not even plain porridge," Lu Jing demanded, following Zhang Lingying, completely justified.
Zhang Lingying shot him a glance, "Say that again?"
Lu Jing: "..."
Lu Jing: "Whatever you make, I’ll eat."
Zhang Lingying: "That’s more like it."
Zhang Lingying moved quickly. By the ti she returned to the living room with two dishes, Lu Jing was already obediently sitting at the dining table, waiting to eat.
Seeing her coming over, he took the dishes from her hands and placed them on the table, pulling out the chair next to him, "It’s too boring to eat alone, will you sit with for a while?"
After eating and drinking, Lu Jing proactively washed the dishes and started clamoring for fruit, specifically asking for the ones Leng Jian bought.
Since he was going to drink his love rival’s porridge, he might as well finish off the love rival’s fruit too, leaving none for Zhang Lingying!
"If you want to eat, wash it yourself," Zhang Lingying didn’t indulge him, grabbing an apple, washing it clean, and leaning against the sofa, munching on it while flipping through a book in her hands.
This was recomnded by Leng Jian, a book about artificial intelligence that would help her better understand the experintal project they were currently working on.
Rembering sothing, she put down the book, glanced at Lu Jing, and asked, "After eating today, does your stomach feel uncomfortable?"
"..." Lu Jing was stunned for a second, then imdiately pressed his hand against his stomach, his expression turning pitiful, "It hurts a bit. Can you rub it for ?"
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