Feeling Jun Moyan’s unfriendly gaze, the white-clad and Qing Yi wine lovers quickly went downstairs to stay away from Shangguan Yu, leaving Shangguan Yu alone upstairs, not daring to co down, with nowhere to hide.
Once they all went to have breakfast, he finally dared to quietly sneak into the dining area.
Who knew that the breakfast originally prepared for five people by Xiaocha was almost entirely eaten by Wen Xiao’ai alone.
Well, actually this breakfast ant for five was made just for Wen Xiao’ai to eat.
Shangguan Yu picked up the chopsticks and reached out to grab sothing from the plate, but Jun Moyan directly took the whole plate away.
"Eat slowly."
Knowing Wen Xiao’ai was really hungry, Jun Moyan, although worried she’d overeat, was more afraid she’d go hungry.
"Delicious, delicious, Jun Moyan, you eat too." After being hungry for a day and two nights, Wen Xiao’ai felt like she could fly.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai eating with relish, Shangguan Yu felt even hungrier.
"Uh, is there anything else to eat?"
Shangguan Yu touched his stomach and looked at Xiaocha nearby.
Xiaocha glanced at Shangguan Yu, then asked Wen Xiao’ai, "Miss Wen, would you like more bird’s nest porridge?"
Wen Xiao’ai, her mouth full, shook her head right away, indicating she didn’t want any more.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai shake her head, Xiaocha then said to Shangguan Yu, "There’s still porridge, would you like so, Young Master Shangguan?"
"... Am I that low in status now?"
Was he only allowed to eat what this little girl didn’t want?
"No, I’m worried Miss Wen won’t have enough to eat." Xiaocha felt a bit embarrassed.
"... How much is left? Bring it all to ." Shangguan Yu held his head with one hand and supported himself on the table with the other as he slowly sat down.
Oh, my heart, it feels so cold.
It’s likely that in Wu Garden now, even Xiaoguai has more status than him.
The Qing Yi wine lover, along with the white-clad duo, had breakfast earlier and waited in the lobby.
After caring for Wen Xiao’ai until she was full, Jun Moyan brought her out.
Seeing the three waiting in the lobby, he knew what they would ask in a mont.
While unconscious yesterday, he was aware, able to hear everything around him.
So he knew Wen Xiao’ai hadn’t told them anything.
It was just that he fell into a deep coma last night, thinking he was really going to die, but unexpectedly, he didn’t.
He didn’t know how his poison had been cured.
Jun Moyan took a digestive tablet from the wine lover and had Wen Xiao’ai take it.
Then the wine lover asked him to take off his clothes, saying he needed to check his wound.
Jun Moyan didn’t hesitate and took off his clothes directly.
Wen Xiao’ai grabbed a throw pillow to shield Jun Moyan’s front, not allowing him to expose so much to others.
"There’s no major problem, change the dressing a few tis, rest for a month and it should be fine. The wound can’t get wet in these few days, and try not to do any strenuous activities. The wound is deep and hard to heal if it splits open," said the wine lover.
Seeing the wine lover finish the examination, Wen Xiao’ai imdiately got up to help Jun Moyan put his clothes back on and buttoned them for him.
"Third Young Master, what exactly happened the night before yesterday? Who injured you?" Qing Yi, troubled by this question for a day and two nights, still couldn’t rest well even after hearing Jun Moyan was fine last night.
Seeing Qing Yi ask again, Wen Xiao’ai quietly glanced up at Jun Moyan, as if asking how she should answer.
Jun Moyan gave her a reassuring look.
"Who it was doesn’t matter, they’re all dead anyway."
Jun Moyan’s answer clearly held secrets.
But since Jun Moyan wasn’t willing to talk, Qing Yi didn’t dare to press further.
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