Chapter 47 - Take Good Care of Him (2/2)
“Shut up! Who is spreading such rumors?”
Under Old Master Fu’s cold and angry gaze, Fu Sichen became very obedient.
“I heard it from others.”
Old Master Fu frowned and snorted coldly. He glared at Fu Sichen and said, “You’re not young anymore. Why are you still listening to what others say? You don’t have any sense of judgment! You’re always listening to the wind and the rain. You’re always acting as a gun for others. When will you become successful?”
Fu Sichen was so embarrassed by the old man’s scolding that he did not dare to speak. Mu Hui’s eyes were filled with curiosity and disbelief.
She had thought that the old man would stand by Fu Sichen’s side without any hesitation, but she did not expect him to speak up for her.
After scolding Fu Sichen, the old man looked at Mu Hui expressionlessly.
Mu Hui only nodded gratefully at him. She then immediately went downstairs to get the servants to prepare porridge for Fu Siye.
Old Master Fu narrowed his eyes and looked at Mu Hui’s detailed instructions on what to take note of when preparing the porridge.
He then personally watched her bring the porridge into Fu Siye’s room.
Old Master Fu then muttered unhappily, “You’re quite considerate.”
As soon as Mu Hui entered the room, she bumped into a pair of dark green eyes that seemed to be hiding something.
“You’re awake?”
Fu Siye replied lazily and glanced at the porridge in her hand. He asked, “For me?”
“You have a fever.”
Mu Hui handed the bowl to Fu Siye, but Fu Siye did not take it.
“I’m a patient.”
Mu Hui’s deep eyes were emotionless. She pursed her lips and accepted her fate as she personally served him the porridge.
The two of them went back and forth. There was an indescribable atmosphere surrounding them.
When he was about to take the last mouthful, Fu Siye suddenly leaned forward.
Mu Hui’s eyes widened as she watched Fu Siye’s face gradually enlarge.
He put her index finger into his mouth!
Mu Hui’s fingertips unconsciously touched a soft and slippery object. She retracted her hand abruptly as if she had been electrocuted.
“What are you doing?”
Fu Siye was calm and unruffled as if it was a normal occurrence. He replied, “There’s porridge on your hand.”