ow could this be"Fu Hanlin barged in without ceremony. At a glance, he saw Fu Yan's knees were bruised and purple. Her skin was fair and delicate; even the slightest scratch would be noticeable, let a...Who would have thought that a man in his thirties would refuse to take medicine because of its bitterness But Huo Yuan was indeed such a person.

It's no wonder some people say that men, regardless of their age, have a childlike heart deep down.

Fu Yan pursed her lips and remained silent, staring at Huo Yuan for a while. "Good medicine is bitter."

This is common sense, let alone Huo Yuan's time.

Before, she had used this phrase to persuade him several times but it was useless.

Fu Yan frowned and knelt before Huo Yuan's wheelchair, looking up at him. "You used to like eating the fruit porridge I cooked, didn't you After you finish the porridge, will you cooperate and take your medicine"

He gazed down at her from his vantage point, she spoke with her head tilted up. From this angle, her face seemed even smaller and more delicate, almost the size of a palm. Her black and white eyes were pure and free of any impurities, filled with concern for him.

He turned his head and coughed a few times, "Don't sneak medicine into the porridge."

Her expression froze for a moment. She had been planning to do that all along, and now she'd been caught.

When Huo Yuan turned back, his expression clearly saw through hers.

She stood up angrily, Huo Yuan sighed helplessly and grabbed her wrist, "I'll do whatever you say, eat the porridge then take the medicine, okay"

Huo Yuan's palms were dry yet icy cold. Ever since his accident, they had been this way. It wasn't that anything was wrong with his body, but rather a stress-induced trauma response.

Fu Yan gave a shiver and told Aji to bring her a hand warmer.

She placed her hands, which were cold from the ordeal, on the hand warmer. Her tone was threatening, and she looked quite fierce. "I'll go make some porridge right now. If you dare to lie to me, I won't have anything to do with you anymore."

When Huo Yu looked at the person, a faint smile lingered in his eyes. "Good."

Aji brought a basin of water and went to the kitchen, taking out the fruits needed for cooking porridge and the clay pot. "Miss Yanran, you're still the one who can manage this. We tried every way to persuade Mr. Huo to take his medicine, but he just refused."

Aji was very happy, Mr. Huo's mood was a little better, and his own mood became even better, saying he wanted to help Fu Yan.

Fu Yan stopped him, "Such a simple thing I can do it myself. You go and see Big Brother, he's coughing badly. You also check the humidity in his room and make it as comfortable as possible for him."

"Good."

Half an hour later, Fu Yan carried out a warm, fragrant and sweet fruit porridge from the kitchen. She placed the porridge on the table in front of Huo Yuan, sat down on a low stool, and smiled, "Try it and see if it's still the original taste."

When Huo Yuan saw the smile in her eyes, he seemed to be infected by it and also curved his lips. He took the spoon from her hand, scooped a small amount from the surface, and put it in his mouth.

Fu Yan couldn't help but tease, "Big brother is still so afraid of the heat."

She then picked up a spoon and stirred the other half bowl of porridge.

When Huo Yuan was asked, he just smiled and didn't speak, giving her an affirmative answer, "It still tastes the same."

"I was just kidding with you," Fu Yan knew he was playing along, "congee made with fruit is always like that, it's not like you can cook up anything fancy. Of course, it still tastes the same."

"Your cooking is different." Huo Yuan shi scooped another spoonful and put it in his mouth.

This sentence is unclear, Fu Yan didn't hear it clearly.

Just as I was about to ask him what he wanted to say, Ajie walked in and said, "Mr. Ho, the second young master is here to see you."

The only man who could be called the second young master by Ajie is Huo Mingzheng.

Huo Yuanshi glanced at Fu Yan, who seemed not to have heard him. She was intently stirring the porridge in his bowl, making it less hot.

He hummed in response, "Please, have Azhen come in."

Fu Yan squeezed the spoon tightly.

"If you don't want to see him, I'll go to the living room and meet him."prayed his cologne today because it was a gift she had given him. He liked it very much and usually wouldn't spray it, only when he saw her would he."Didn't you ask me how he died" Huo Mingzheng asked...