Feiyu had said that he saw Ye Lu and Ling Kong leave the hospital and drive away, with Ling Kong taking her to the airport; by now, their plane had already taken off.
A few more hours and she would be back in her ho country, and he could finally relax.
Third Young Master Jun unlocked his phone and stared at her photo inside, tenderly caressing her face with his fingertips.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, the door was kicked open.
Third Young Master Jun frowned—nurses in this country really lacked professionalism, but the next second, his face stiffened.
Because he saw Ye Lu standing at the doorway, holding a tray, walking in with firm steps.
His hand trembled, and his phone dropped to the floor.
"You were supposed to have left already, weren’t you?" he said, barely able to suppress his anger. With her personality, he really thought she would just leave because she was always of the ’if Jun has no heart for , I shall leave’ mindset, never dragging things out.
"No, I just had Ling Kong accompany to the farrs’ market," Ye Lu walked in nonchalantly, gently placing the tray on the table, and said softly, "I bought so at to make you a porridge, and so side dishes. You’re still injured, you must be craving sothing light."
Third Young Master Jun’s breathing hitched, his gaze almost ferocious as he stared at her.
Ye Lu defiantly raised her eyes, unafraid to et his daunting, icy stare.
She wouldn’t give up so easily; if love could be so easily let go of, it wouldn’t be called love. She was not giving up, determined to fight it out with him to the bitter end.
Seeing her resolute expression, Third Young Master Jun was both angry and helpless, his voice growing colder.
"Do you have no self-respect? I’ve already said I don’t want you, yet you act as if nothing’s wrong and keep sticking around, don’t you find yourself annoying like a leech, disgusting?"
Ye Lu’s body stiffened imperceptibly, her heart aching, yet no anger showed on her face.
"The porridge is a bit hot, just wait a mont."
Still acting as if nothing was wrong, she stood before the table, picked up a bowl, and carefully blew on the small bowl of porridge she ladled out from the little ceramic pot.
Third Young Master Jun, watching her completely ignoring his verbal barbs, felt powerless.
How could she be so stubborn.
"It’s cooled down now, go ahead and eat!" Ye Lu said softly, bringing the bowl of porridge to him.
She had made up her mind, determined to use a soft approach and gradually win him over again.
Third Young Master Jun looked at the plain yet appetizing porridge in front of him, closed his eyes, and when he opened them, there was a ruthless look in them.
With a rciless swipe of his big hand, he suddenly flung the entire bowl of porridge to the floor. The bowl shattered, and porridge splattered everywhere.
Ye Lu let out a startled cry, staggered back, and cut her foot on a shard, a streak of fresh blood running down her pale leg.
Her face turned pale as she gazed at Third Young Master Jun in shock.
Third Young Master Jun, seeing her cut foot, felt a pang in his heart, but forcefully turned his face away, showing no pity.
"I hate porridge."
Watching him ignore her completely, Ye Lu’s eyes dimd. She bent down to wipe the blood with a tissue—the cut wasn’t deep and stopped bleeding after a while of pressing on it.
Third Young Master Jun waited for her to leave, unable to bear it. After she cleaned her wound, she walked out of the room.
Third Young Master Jun sighed with relief. He wanted to harden his heart, yet seeing her hurt and upset was too much for him to bear. Continuing to be around her, he truly feared he would break.
But unexpectedly, a little later, Ye Lu ca back in with a trash can and a cloth, supporting her waist, and knelt on the floor with difficulty, gathering the shards into the trash can and wiping the porridge off the floor.
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