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However, Ye Sijue was bossy. “Eat. Ignore her, she’s only been scalded a little; it’s not serious.”
He said this as he cooled the soup in his bowl before placing it in front of her.
“Have so soup first.”
Mo Xiaong hesitated. However, she had no choice but to drink the soup under Ye Sijue’s insistent gaze.
The temperature of the soup was just right. It was a little hot, but felt warm to her stomach when she swallowed it.
Also, the soup was delicious.
Actually, Mo Xiaong was already hungry since a long ti ago. Her stomach had grumbled a few tis after she had sat down. Perhaps it was because she hadn’t had much for lunch, and had stayed in the study the entire afternoon and fell asleep while reading a book.
After finishing the bowl of soup, Mo Xiaong’s stomach felt much better and didn’t grumble anymore.
She looked up at him.
She thought to herself whether he had been so caring and let her eat first because he had heard her stomach grumble.
She asked, “Where’s your dad? Aren’t we going to wait for him to eat with us?”
Ye Sijue replied, “He’s gone to Germany on a business trip earlier in the morning, and he’ll be back ain a few days”
Yang Zixuan was treated quickly. dicine was applied to her scalded right hand and bandaged.
When she walked over, she spotted the empty soup bowl in front of Mo Xiaong.
She also saw that the bowl in front of Ye Sijue was missing.
It was evident that Ye Sijue must have given his soup to Mo Xiaong.
An already fuming Yang Zixuan was now even more furious and she glared at Mo Xiaong while gritting her teeth.
“Where are your manners? As a guest, you should have waited for the host before starting your al.”
She said angrily, and tried to hit Mo Xiaong the next instant.
Unexpectedly, her right hand flung back involuntarily as she swung her left hand, causing the forr to hit the back of the chair.
“Aiyoh!” Her features were contorted with pain.
Mama Ye asked concernedly, “Zixuan, why are you so careless? Are you alright?”
Yang Zixuan cupped her right hand and complained, teary-eyed, “Auntie Pei, look at her. She’s still sitting there at ease and eating while I’m hurt and injured. How can a human being be so heartless!”
Mama Ye looked over.
Ye Sijue glared at Yang Zixuan coldly and said to his mother, “Xiaong was hungry, so I let her have so soup first to calm her stomach.”
Mama Ye had no intention to berate her from the start and nodded. She looked towards Mo Xiaong with a smile and said, “Treat this as your own ho, Xiaong. You can eat first if you’re hungry; there’s no need to wait for us.”
“Auntie Pei!” Yang Zixuan was displeased upon hearing her words.
“Alright Zixuan, sit down and eat.”
Yang Zixuan sat down reluctantly. She then looked at her hand which had been hurt yet again aggrievedly, before glaring at Mo Xiaong angrily.
It was all this woman’s fault!
Yang Zixuan was vexed. Why was it that she suffered whenever she tried to hurt this girl?
This was really strange!
She pouted and looked coy as she said to Ye Sijue, “Brother Sijue, I can’t hold my chopsticks because my right hand’s hurt. Can you take so food for ?”
“Use a fork,” Ye Sijue replied, gesturing to a dostic helper to bring a fork for her.
Yang Zixuan’s face fell again.
Mo Xiaong wasn’t a fool. She could feel the hostility from Yang Zixuan, and thus kept quiet and ate her al with her head lowered.
Just then, the butler walked over and announced, “Young Master, Madam, Young Master Yin and Miss Mu have arrived.”
Mo Xiaong was stunned.
Miss Mu? Was that Mu Xiaoxiao?
Ye Sijue was puzzled, “Why are they visiting out of the blue?”
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