Fire Chief vs. Surgeon: A Tale of Relentless Pursuit-Chapter 797: Sour Boy, Spicy Girl
"I won’t drink it."
When she said she wouldn’t drink it, she meant it.
Pregnant women can be so stubborn that there’s nothing much anyone can do about it.
No use talking to them, scolding them, and hitting them is definitely out of the question.
Jiang Ye had no choice but to change tactics, put down the milk, and sit down:
"What’s wrong? Do you feel unwell?"
"Not really."
"That means you do."
Cough.
Lu Jing sighed:
"Can’t you speak in a nicer tone?"
Well, there’s a complaint.
The man had to lower and soften his voice:
"Okay, okay, okay, I’ll listen to you, whatever you say. Can you tell your man what’s actually wrong now?"
Lu Jing pinched the man’s arm a few times:
"Stop being so cheeky, Jiang Huai is still here."
It would be so embarrassing to be overheard, wouldn’t it?
But the man just laughed:
"Don’t worry, he can’t hear us."
Although flying the plane is all on autopilot now, even if he were lent a hundred and twenty times the courage, Jiang Huai wouldn’t dare eavesdrop on his brother and sister-in-law’s conversation, right?
Lu Jing rolled her eyes and then said softly:
"Just feeling very tired and sleepy, a bit suffocating too, maybe because I slept too long."
While listening, the man reached out to feel her forehead, relieved somewhat to find no fever:
"How about washing your face?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
"That would be good."
The man got up very promptly to prepare the water for her to wash her face.
Lu Jing lay back in her chair with her eyes closed, but her throat felt very uncomfortable, with a suffocating sensation making her want to vomit.
Could it be that she was starting to have a reaction?
That would be torturous, considering she had already had a bad experience before.
But even so, deep inside she was still happy and excited.
After all, it’s something all women go through.
Jiang Ye came over with a basin of water, the washcloth one of those disposable types, and personally squeezed it out before handing it to her.
If possible, he would have done it for her, but she didn’t agree.
After washing her face with warm water, it seemed to really feel better.
"Jiang Ye, I want to eat something sour, or drink something sour."
"There are plums in the fridge; do you want me to make you some plum juice?"
"Uh-huh, that would be nice."
Plum juice is sour and sweet; just the thought of it was enticing.
Now, Lu Jing only needed to say what she wanted to do, and someone else would take care of it.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that her food was brought to her mouth and her clothes were handed to her.
Jiang Ye, besides feeling sorry for his wife for suffering so much these past days, also felt a profound sense of guilt.
After all, he had been in that place, too. If only he had kept his wife with him, none of this would have happened.
But he was under orders then and really had no choice.
So, his guilt was indeed genuine.
He wouldn’t mind doing these chores; if his wife demanded his life, he would willingly offer his neck and the weapon.
Thankfully, Lu Jing never had such a twisted thought.
A few minutes later, the man brought over a glass of plum juice:
"I added just a little honey, no sugar, try it."
Pregnant women should eat less sugar; that was something he had overheard in the hospital before and had firmly committed to memory.
Despite being an eavesdropped piece of information, it stuck with him.
Lu Jing curled the corner of her mouth and took a big gulp from the glass.
Normally, she couldn’t stomach something so sour.
But now, it was truly comforting.
"Delicious."
She didn’t skimp on the praise.
The man smiled as well, and after she had a few more sips, he took the glass from her:
"Tasty it may be, you shouldn’t drink too much; it’s cold."
Tsk tsk.
Lu Jing no longer argued with him; after all, arguing was futile.
"I want to sleep for a bit."
That wouldn’t be a problem:
"Sure, sleep. I’ll wake you when we arrive."
