Yuqi gasped and quickly covered her mouth in shock.
She hadn't expected the door to open at that exact moment.
"Ah...!" Wang Junhao groaned in pain, clutching the spot where the heel had hit him before collapsing to the ground.
The bodyguards immediately rushed forward to support him.
Yuqi and Yuze ran over as well.
"Oh my... oh my! I'm so sorry!" Yuqi panicked. "I didn't mean to hit you!"
People around them stared, whispering with clear disdain after witnessing everything.
Wang Junhao lifted his head slightly, his face twisted in pain.
When he saw Yuqi, recognition flashed in his eyes.
It was Mianmian's friend.
"Pray… nothing happens to me," he said coldly, his voice strained.
Yuqi froze.
She was dead...
The bodyguards helped him up and supported him back into the hospital.
Yuqi flinched at his words.
Her temper was really going to be the end of her one day.
Without another word, she and Yuze quietly followed behind surprisingly the bodyguards allowed them to enter seeing the consequences of it.
Inside the hospital room
Lu Zikai had just delivered a bowl of warm congee before leaving silently.
The moment the door closed Mo Yichen stood up.
He walked toward the bed and sat beside Mianmian naturally, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
He adjusted the bed table with one hand and placed the food neatly in front of her.
Then, without hesitation, he picked up the spoon.
Scooped some porridge.
And held it out toward her lips.
"Open your mouth."
His tone was calm. Cold. Commanding.
Mianmian blinked in shock.
Is he… trying to feeding me?
"Why are you feeding me? I can do it myself," she pouted.
"Stop talking," Mo Yichen said, not lowering the spoon.
"Open your mouth."
There was no room for argument.
Mianmian hesitated for a second… then obediently opened her mouth.
He fed her slowly and steadily. Mianmian chewed quietly, her mind running wild.
Isn't he a CEO?
Shouldn't he be busy right now?
Yet here he was… sitting beside her… feeding her like this.
Why?
What had she done to deserve this kind of attention?
They barely even knew each other.
Except…That night.
Mianmian's eyes widened.
Mo Yichen's voice that morning echoed faintly in her mind
his breath close to her ear…
Her face turned bright red.
And suddenly she choked on her food
Cough! Cough!
Mo Yichen's expression changed instantly.
He grabbed a bottle of water, opened it quickly, and handed it to her.
"Drink."
Mianmian took it and gulped, coughing hard until her breathing steadied.
Her eyes were watery and red.
"I'm… sorry…" she said softly, embarrassed.
Mo Yichen stared at her for a moment.
Then silently took the spoon again.