Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  Tan Bengbeng became completely speechless.

  She did not know if he had a fever, but she could only feel her own head burning up.

  The kind when one was filled with murderous intent.

  Tan Bengbeng cast a glance at him with an emotionless face and could not tell if he was acting. She then burst out uncontrollably, “You didn’t say that you were coming to City H with me!”


  Upon hearing this, Qi Yan reached out to use his hand to support the tatami to sit upright.

  “Oh, I didn’t? I must have forgotten to tell you then.”


  He cast a side glance at Tan Bengbeng who seemed rather displeased, then planted a peck on her cheek without any warning.

  Tan Bengbeng turned around to look at him.

  Qi Yan’s eyes were gleaming with delight as he remarked, “I just love looking at that expression of yours where you look like you hate me to the core, but can’t do anything about it. It’s really interesting.”


  Tan Bengbeng was completely speechless.

  If she were to dismember his body parts and throw them into the sea, would he find that interesting too?

  Tan Bengbeng looked at an unbothered Qi Yan who was lying down to get some sun. The scene of him running a high fever the day before they departed suddenly flashed in her head.

  That face which usually looked exceptionally annoying was so pale that one could not bear to watch.

  She could not find any medicine for his fever, so she could only use ice water to help lower his body temperature.

  The first words he said when he woke up was not a word of thanks to her, but to ask her if she wanted to have a bath with him…


  At that time, she only wanted to push him into the bathtub to drown him!

  But, later on, when she saw how uncomfortable he looked as his temperature fluctuated, she still could not help it and went in to look after him.

  That night, his temperature went up to forty degrees and continued to fluctuate.

  Eventually, after two nights of not sleeping and a day of not eating anything, his physical condition took a toll. When he had finally gotten a little better, she brought him downstairs in his wheelchair and was going to make some porridge for him.

  He still had a fever and could not possibly eat anything that was difficult to digest as it would not be good for his body.

  But, without waiting for her to enter the kitchen, Qi Yan found the dining table full of a wide spread of dishes.

  He also recognized at one glance that those dishes were not made using the automatic cooker.

  He then asked her, “You made these?”


  Tan Bengbeng could still remember the look of surprise on his face when he pointed to the table of dishes that had turned cold and looked at her in delight. The happiness he expressed through his face looked rather annoying, such that she felt that he deserved a beating.

  “You made these for me?” he asked again.

  Tan Bengbeng looked at his annoying expression and did not intend to answer him.

  She only wanted to ask him if he still wanted to have porridge. If he didn’t, he should simply find somewhere to kill his boredom.

  However, she was afraid that if she really asked him that, he might kill out of anger in a moment of impulse!

  But, before she could ask him, the man who looked rather annoying a moment ago, suddenly wheeled himself before the dining table.

  He then picked up the chopsticks and started using it to taste the dishes.

  Tan Bengbeng instinctively tried to stop him by muttering, “The dishes have gone cold. You’ll get a stomach ache if you eat them. Moreover, you’ve got a fever so your stomach is very weak. You shouldn’t eat food that is difficult to digest. You can only eat porridge!”


  By the time Tan Bengbeng had finished speaking, Qi Yan had already swallowed the food in his mouth.

  He then looked up at her and repeated his question, “You made these for me?”


  Given Tan Bengbeng’s character, she never liked being entangled into a conflict over a small matter. Hence, upon hearing him ask her a second time, she answered,

  “There are two more days before I’m leaving, so… I made it to thank you for taking care of me this past month.”


  This was the reason behind her cooking a meal for him which Tan Bengbeng told Qi Yan, and it was also said to herself.

  She did not know why she had suddenly wanted to cook Qi Yan a meal.

  She obviously hated him and did not care whether he was dead or alive.

  But, this question was something that Tan Bengbeng could not find the answer to for a long time either.