The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 719, Feed him porridge (1)

Fed up with being asked, Jiang Yisheng glared at him again, his tone both aggrieved and fierce, "I said it’s gone."

In his agitation, he pulled on the wound on his chest, causing his delicate eyebrows to involuntarily furrow.

Bowing his head, his fingers clutching the blanket unconsciously curled up.

Noticing something was off, Ji Mingqian placed his hand on Jiang Yisheng’s shoulder, the smile fading from his face, "Is the wound hurting again?"

Jiang Yisheng remained silent, his pallor alarming Ji Mingqian.

"Jiang Yisheng, say something, does the wound hurt? Should I call the doctor over for you?"

Jiang Yisheng glanced at him sideways, biting his lips that were as pale as water to a slight mark, his voice hoarse, "You pressed on my wound."

It proved that Gu Xinuo was right, having Ji Mingqian as a caregiver only made things worse.

Ji Mingqian paused, his gaze falling to the hand on Yisheng’s shoulder, and he quickly withdrew it.

He gave an awkward laugh, "I didn’t know you had a wound on your shoulder."

It wasn’t his fault, he was wearing clothes, how could he know where the wounds on his body were.

Jiang Yisheng shot him an indifferent glance, practically speechless.

He turned to look out the window, the sky was profoundly dark, and he said, "It’s getting late, you should go back and rest."

Ji Mingqian laughed out of exasperation, "You’re just the type to cross the river and tear down the bridge once you’re over it, Jiang Yisheng, have you no conscience left?"

"Count on your fingers, how many times have I saved you now? Why are you always sending me away, what on earth did I do to offend you?"

Jiang Yisheng didn’t respond, his gaze stealthily scanning the surroundings.

He remembered clutching the necklace in his hand when he fainted, how could it have disappeared?

Could it be that it was lost on the way here? 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Jiang Yisheng, are you even listening to me?"

There he was speaking, and there Yisheng was, spacing out on him, too much!

Suddenly, the person opposite him raised his head, his clear green eyes shimmering with a fractured light, "Do you need me to repay you?"

Ji Mingqian was taken aback, not expecting Jiang Yisheng to say that.

Staring face to face, the room suddenly fell silent.

"Of, of course, I do," Ji Mingqian reacted, blurting out.

"The conditions?" Jiang Yisheng asked indifferently.

Ji Mingqian’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared at that infuriating guy, grinding his teeth.

He was actually taking this seriously? He had saved him over and over, just for some repayment?

He must be sick.

"Die of pain for all I care," After a while, Ji Mingqian dropped the remark and walked out the door.

"Bang—"

The door slammed shut, shaking the floor with its tremor.

Jiang Yisheng gazed at the closed door, looking somewhat forlorn.

After a good while, he lifted the blanket and slowly got out of bed.

He pressed the emergency bell on the bedside, its shrill ringing getting on his nerves.

Then, he opened the drawer of the bedside table, searching for the necklace.

Soon after, doctors and nurses hurried over.

Seeing Jiang Yisheng up and walking, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

Puzzled.

"Mr. Jiang, are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Knowing his distinguished status, the doctor asked softly.

Supporting himself on the bedside table, Jiang Yisheng had managed to get up and walk as soon as he awoke, clearly pushing himself.

His face pale, he inquired, "Did you see a necklace in my hand when you were treating my wound?"

"No," the doctor shook his head honestly.

Jiang Yisheng frowned, his eyes unable to hide his disappointment.

Perhaps that necklace never belonged to him in the first place.

"Sorry for the trouble of having you come over."

The doctor shook his head, "It’s no problem. Mr. Jiang, if you feel any discomfort, you can call us."

Jiang Yisheng nodded absentmindedly, sitting beside the bed in a daze.

Seeing that he wasn’t in serious danger, the doctor left with the nurse.

In an instant, the room was once again left with only him.

The orange light enveloped the room, casting a shadow that hinted at solitude.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a tall man’s figure bathed in the light, his handsome features captivating.

Jiang Yisheng looked at the person who had returned, his face showing surprise.

Hadn’t he already left?

All of a sudden, the man’s deep gaze met his across the void.

Seeing him sitting at the bedside, Ji Mingqian frowned, "Who told you to get out of bed? Your wounds are healed, is that it?"

He placed the takeout he was carrying on the table and strode over quickly.

"Get back in bed, right now," Ji Mingqian lifted the blanket, pressing him to lie back down.

"You just can’t be left alone for a second without causing worry. If I don’t take good care of you, Li Mochan will surely come looking for me to settle accounts."

Jiang Yisheng looked at him with complex eyes, "Didn’t you leave already?"

"You haven’t repaid your debt of gratitude. If I left now, wouldn’t that be a big loss?" Ji Mingqian said stubbornly.

"What were you doing getting out of bed? Did you want water?"

Jiang Yisheng hid the emotion in his eyes and nodded lightly.

"Wait here, I’ll get it for you," Ji Mingqian pulled the blanket over him and turned to pour him some water.

His chest ached faintly, and Jiang Yisheng massaged it a bit, a trace of pain coloring his features.

As the other man turned back around, he hurriedly dropped his hand, pretending nothing was wrong.

Ji Mingqian came over carrying the bag of takeout, "You just woke up, and the doctor said to eat something light. I bought you some porridge."

"Thank you," Jiang Yisheng took the cup he offered, voicing his thanks.

However, this excessive politeness, to the ears of Ji Mingqian, was quite annoying.

He opened his mouth, about to tease him, but catching sight of his haggard face, he suddenly felt compassion.

He had bought vegetable and spare rib porridge, filled a full bowl, and placed a spoon into the bowl.

As soon as Jiang Yisheng put down the cup and turned, the spoon was pressed against his lips.

His eyes widened in shock, and he quickly leaned back, "What are you doing?"

"Feeding you," Ji Mingqian held the spoon, finding it especially amusing to see him dodge frantically.

"Why are you so nervous?"

Jiang Yisheng’s eyes darted around, "I can eat by myself."

Ji Mingqian raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

Jiang Yisheng nodded hurriedly and helplessly said, "I’m not disabled."

"Let me feed you, just so you don’t blame me if you hurt your wound later," Ji Mingqian teased him deliberately.

As he said this, he brought the spoon closer again.

Jiang Yisheng reflexively backed away, easily pulling at the wound on his chest.

"Hiss—"

He hadn’t controlled his strength, and this time he really pulled the injury, breaking out in a sweat on his forehead in an instant.

Ji Mingqian was startled and quickly put down the bowl on the bedside table, reaching toward his collar, "Did you really hurt the wound? Let me see."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he started unbuttoning without waiting for a reply.

Jiang Yisheng realized what was happening, and two buttons were already undone, revealing skin that was pale with a jarring spread of bruising.

Ji Mingqian froze, his gaze fixed on the large bruise, feeling a pang of distress.

It seemed Mark really needed to be dealt with harshly once more.

The next moment, the bruise was covered again, Jiang Yisheng clutching his collar, glaring furiously at him, "Ji Mingqian, are you sick? Why are you pulling at my clothes?"