Rong Xiu's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, hiding the anxiety in his heart, and said, "If you're too formal in private, I'll feel uncomfortable."
Fan Xia relaxed: "Is that so? Alright, I'll change it from now on."
She picked up a spoon, ladled a bowl of porridge, and said, "It's time to eat, Rong Xiu."
Her clear and gentle voice carried a faint smile, like an April spring breeze brushing over his heart.
This was the first time Fan Xia had called his name. Rong Xiu's heart felt like it had fallen into a honey jar.
But seeing only one portion of porridge in front of him, Rong Xiu asked, "Aren't you going to have some?"
Fan Xia shook her head: "This is specially made for you. You're the patient, drinking some porridge is good for your body."
"But—" Rong Xiu opened his mouth.
Fan Xia's phone rang inopportunely. He looked down and saw the caller ID was 'Lan Sheng'. The honey jar in Rong Xiu's heart shattered. "What is it?" Fan Xia answered the phone.
Wen Lan Sheng's voice on the other end of the phone was faint, but from the tone, it seemed he was asking why she hadn't returned at this hour.
Rong Xiu looked at the sky, it was almost completely dark. No wonder he called to ask.
As Fan Xia's fiancé, her future husband, Wen Lan Sheng had the right to care about her.
But this care was a thorn in Rong Xiu's heart, piercing through the jealousy and discontent he had carefully wrapped up. Why? Why him? What's so good about him? Just because they're childhood sweethearts? Just because Wen Lan Sheng appeared in Fan Xia's life a few years earlier than him, so he would never have the right to stand by her side for a lifetime?
Why!
Reason tore apart, the sea of jealousy surged.
Rong Xiu scooped up the yam and lotus root porridge in the bowl, his cold voice sounding beside Fan Xia: "You've been tired all day too, have some."
Fan Xia looked at Rong Xiu in surprise, her finger accidentally touching the hang-up button.
But his voice still slowly transmitted through the phone into Wen Lan Sheng's ears.
Wen Lan Sheng had prepared a big table of dishes, waited for Fan Xia for two hours without seeing her return, thought she was working overtime, and worried about her health, so he called to ask. Who knew...
Wen Lan Sheng's hand clenched into a fist. He recognized that as Rong Xiu's voice. What was he doing by Fan Xia's side? And deliberately using such an ambiguous tone.
"I'm sorry, I forgot you were on the phone with Lan Sheng," Rong Xiu said apologetically. "He won't misunderstand, will he?"
"If he knows the person who just spoke was you, and not someone else, he probably won't misunderstand," Fan Xia didn't quite believe these words herself.
Fan Xia knew how strong Wen Lan Sheng's jealousy was. Over the years, Wen Lan Sheng had secretly gotten rid of countless men who were interested in her.
She knew it all, but never exposed it.
Rong Xiu's words just now not only indicated that she wasn't working overtime at the company, but also that she was out eating with another man. With Wen Lan Sheng's temper, he must be furious right now.
"Then I'll make a video call to explain things clearly to him," Rong Xiu offered.
"Thank you for the trouble," Fan Xia sighed in relief and dialed the video call.
"Who was that man just now? You... this isn't the company, where are you now?" Wen Lan Sheng's delicate face, filled with resentment, came through, immediately launching into a series of questions.
But what he got wasn't Fan Xia's explanation, but Rong Xiu's annoying face. "Sorry about that, Lan Sheng. Fan Xia is at my house now. I had a high fever last night, and thanks to Fan Xia coming to take care of me, she even thoughtfully made me some yam and lotus root porridge. But she insists on letting me drink it alone. How could I feel right about that? So I asked her to eat with me, not expecting you to overhear and misunderstand."
Rong Xiu lazily rested his chin on his hand, explaining unhurriedly. His hair, disheveled from the high fever, hung over his forehead, adding a touch of fragility to his haggard, sickly appearance. Yet the black robe revealed a large expanse of porcelain-white skin on his chest, half-hidden and half-revealed, making it difficult to describe his innocence.
Wen Lan Sheng was enraged by Rong Xiu's deliberate provocation, but due to Rong Xiu's position as Fan Xia's direct superior, he had to swallow his anger.
"So that's how it is. Then I'm relieved," he said, barely containing his fury.
Rong Xiu's thin lips curved slightly, sketching a faint smile: "I knew Lan Sheng was a considerate person, not like those petty men out there who get jealous over little things, showing no magnanimity at all."
Wen Lan Sheng's fingers were almost crushed by his own grip.
"Alright, since we've cleared things up, we'll hang up now."
Without waiting for Wen Lan Sheng's agreement, Rong Xiu hung up the call. Wen Lan Sheng was furious, seeing the meal he had carefully prepared become a joke. In anger, he smashed all the dishes onto the floor.
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