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Hence, she decided to break up with him peacefully and got him to let go of her.
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Throughout the days that Luo Anning had been hospitalized, Mo Qiange and Lu Momo took turns to look after her in the ward. Tang Chao returned to China on the second day while Rong Yan stayed behind.
Du Xiaoran was made to go home by Du Jue before he could even wait until Luo Anning was discharged.
Mo Qiange had an apartment in London where he housed some servants. He instructed them to brew some nourishing soup which he then brought to the hospital for Luo Anning.
Whenever Rong Yan saw Mo Qiange taking care of Luo Anning meticulously, he would feel extremely infuriated. Why did he have to let another man take such good care of his wife?
“Anning, this is some freshly brewed soup. Drink it while it’s hot.” Mo Qiange scooped some soup out of the thermal flask and placed it inside a small bowl, after which he fed it to her with a spoon.
Upon smelling the fragrant aroma of the soup, Luo Anning praised, “It smells heavenly.”
“That’s for sure. Auntie Zhang is a servant whom Qiange hired from China. I heard that she used to be a nutritionist,” Lu Momo interjected.
Luo Anning smiled and opened her mouth in a bid to drink the soup that Mo Qiange was feeding to her. Rong Yan smiled insidiously in an annoying manner and gibed, “Is it that fragrant? Let me have a taste of it.”
Before the rest could react, Rong Yan snatched the bowl of soup away from Mo Qiange and began to gulp it down.
“Rong Yan, you!” Luo Anning wished she could slap him after seeing how shameless he was behaving.
Could he have a little more shame? I’m a patient! A patient!
No matter how hungry or thirsty he may be, does he really have to vie for soup with a patient!?!
Was that necessary!?!
“I know I have a nice name but I’d prefer it if you call my name using a tender voice and a mellower tone,” Rong Yan said shamelessly before grabbing the thermal flask and emptying its contents into the bowl. He then polished all the soup off!
“Young Master Rong, what are you trying to do? I prepared this soup specially for Anning. How could you finish all of it?” Mo Qiange was gritting his teeth angrily, so much that Luo Anning was afraid that he might just bite Rong Yan and cause him to bleed.
“Exactly,” Lu Momo chimed in. She hurriedly dodged again after sensing that Rong Yan was staring at her.
Rong Yan was the most terrifying…
Rong Yan smirked and scanned his surroundings before shifting his gaze onto Luo Anning. “What are you saying, Young Master Rong? Luo Anning is my wife. Whatever belongs to her belongs to me too. It’s just some soup. No big deal. You’re making mountains out of molehills, CEO Mo.”
“Rong Yan, have you got any shame at all? Are you feeling proud about vying for food with a patient?” Luo Anning glared at him, wondering how he could be so shameless and what his brain was made of.
What does he mean by saying that what is mine is his and that I belong to him?
His wife? He is making it sound like we know each other that well. We have only had a few one-night-stands!
Rong Yan slammed the bowl onto the bed and barked, “Luo Anning, I shall not hold it against you on the account that you’re a patient.”
He then turned away from her. Out of sight, out of mind.
At this moment, Xu Zhiyuan who had been ordered to purchase some chicken soup from a hotel, returned while panting heavily. He scurried into the ward with a thermal flask and said, “Young, Young Master Rong, the chicken, chicken soup is here.”
