Night Fire Lingering

Chapter 258 Why cook porridge? To feed the dog.

Wen Yan wanted to know what Nan Zhiyi and Nan Yun were up to, but after waiting for three days, she still hadn't heard anything further.

Wen Yan accompanied Luo Beiqing shopping, continuing to buy things for the baby in her belly.

"I haven't heard anyone say anything about you these past two days, you must have been warned by your husband," Luo Beiqing said mischievously. "President Gu is actually quite decent these days."

Wen Yan glanced at Luo Beiqing with a mixture of helplessness and amusement.

Those people simply didn't dare to say it to her face, didn't dare to let the words reach her ears, and this matter wouldn't end there.

However, this was Gu Yanci's way of protecting her, which made her feel content.

"However, I've heard quite a bit of gossip about Jiang Xing these past two days," Luo Beiqing shared with her best friend, who doesn't like to pry into industry gossip.

"What did you say about the senior?" Wen Yan frowned. "Was it what Gu Qingqing said?"

Luo Beiqing nodded, showing little interest in these matters: "Although Lou Qi is known for his womanizing ways, he is handsome, rich, and has real power in the Lou family. He is a juicy piece of meat. The Zhao and Sun families both want to marry their granddaughters to Lou Qi."

If you want to win over Lou Qi, isn't that just about smearing your competitors?

Wen Yan sent a WeChat message to Jiang Xing to let him be mentally prepared.

Jiang Xing was very open-minded: "They curse at me every day, but I don't hear it. It doesn't matter to me."

Aside from feeling particularly hurt and pained when he heard those words that night, Jiang Xing was now oblivious to them.

—Rumors and gossip won't hurt her; she has more important things to do.

Jiang Xing turned off her phone screen, looked at the door in front of her, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

No one opened the door.

Jiang Xing pressed the button twice more, and after a full minute, there was finally movement from inside the door.

"Click——"

The door opened.

"You'd better have something to say—" The man appeared with a gloomy face, looking irritated and about to attack. When he saw who it was, he paused, and his voice changed involuntarily, "What are you doing here?"

"Who else did you think it was?" Jiang Xing asked calmly.

Lou Qi looked terrible; his lips were pale, but his cheeks were flushed, clearly indicating he was ill. He stared blankly at Jiang Xing, his eyes still tinged with the resentment and intense displeasure of being forced to get up and open the door.

He spoke with a hint of resentment: "What are you doing here?"

"It seems Young Master Lou doesn't really want to see me." Jiang Xing turned and left.

Before she could even move, the man grabbed her wrist, pulled her into the room, and slammed the door shut.

Lou Qi closed the door, let go of Jiang Xing's hand, walked back to the sofa and lay down, completely ignoring Jiang Xing, even though he had personally pulled her into the house just a minute earlier.

This is a large, single-level apartment with one unit per floor. The nearly 400-square-meter four-bedroom unit was abandoned and converted into a two-bedroom unit, making the living room appear exceptionally spacious. The overall style is a modern minimalist design with gray and white tones, exuding understated luxury.

The man, wearing a black tank top, lay on a black leather sofa, his right elbow bent over his eyes to block out the light. He was tall and had long legs, giving the impression that the large sofa could hardly contain him.

Jiang Xing walked over, bent down, and touched the man's forehead.

A handful of scalding hot liquid.

"What are you doing?" Lou Qi suddenly opened his eyes and his pupils contracted when he saw the woman so close to him.

"You have a fever." Jiang Xing didn't understand why he was reacting so strongly. "Did you take fever reducer?"

"No." Lou Qi was very annoyed. "Stay away from me."

Why are you coming up to him when you clearly hate him so much?

Jiang Xing patiently took out the fever reducer she had brought, poured a glass of warm water, and returned to hand it to him: "Take your medicine."

Lou Qi didn't move, just stared at her with a fierce expression, like a raging wolf.

"Jiang Xing, come see me when you have time. Ying Kaian has been discharged from the hospital?" Lou Qi thought that with the force he used, that scum should have been hospitalized for a week.

Jiang Xing was baffled: "How would I know if he's been discharged from the hospital?"

Oh, so you haven't visited Ying Kaian.

Moreover, he seems to have no interest in Ying Kaian at all.

Lou Qi's temper, which had been volatile due to his high fever, inexplicably calmed down a bit before he asked, "How did you find your way here?"

"I heard you were sick and didn't go to the company, so I asked your assistant."

She is a very kind and considerate person. Even at this moment, she said, "I asked your assistant" instead of "Your assistant told me"—the former was her decision, while the latter was the responsibility of her assistant.

Jiang Xing was bending over to hand over the medicine, but the man hesitated to take the medicine and water from her hand. She was a little tired and was about to adjust her posture when she noticed that the man's gaze was fixed on her neckline...

"Abandon the building!"

Jiang Xing straightened up, her slightly open collar pressing against her chest again. She closed her eyes tightly in despair.

The man chuckled silently, his mind still replaying the spring scenery he had just witnessed. Although he had indeed seen and touched it, it was all from a long time ago.

I'm feeling a bit envious, my hands are itching, and my mouth is itching too.

"I'm too tired, you feed me." Lou Qi looked at Jiang Xing with a shameless expression.

"I'll call an ambulance for you!" Jiang Xing said, her temper flaring.

"You came here to take care of me, didn't you?"

A minute later, Jiang Xing helped the man up and roughly shoved the pill into his mouth, but as she pulled her finger away, she felt him suck on it.

"!"

Jiang Xing's heart skipped a beat. She took a deep breath and fed him a sip of warm water.

Once he swallowed the medicine, immediately release him.

Unfortunately, Lou Qi was prepared. He raised his hand to support his body and did not fall directly into the sofa. Instead, he looked at Jiang Xing with a smug look.

Jiang Xing, having failed to discipline the person, glared at him through gritted teeth.

The air conditioner was very cold, so Jiang Xing found the central control panel on the wall, adjusted the setting from 18 degrees to 26 degrees, and went to the kitchen.

Lou Qi waited for a while, but Jiang Xing didn't return to the living room. He felt a little uneasy when Jiang Xing was out of sight. He stood up, staggered to the kitchen, and froze.

Jiang Xing was stirring the clay pot with a long spoon, and steam was rising from the stove. Despite her short, neat hair, she seemed incredibly gentle to him.

"What are you doing?" Lou Qi asked, leaning against the door frame, knowing full well what was going on.

"Cook porridge."

"Give me?"

"Feed the dog."