NovelEnglishChapter 253 - 253 253 Are You Sure This Isnt Making Things Chapter 253: Chapter 253: Are You Sure This Isn't Making Things Difficult for Him? Chapter 253: Chapter 253: Are You Sure This Isn't Making Things Difficult for Him? He seemed to be examining carefully, but in reality, his thoughts were still immersed in the beef jerky Luo Yanqing had produced.
They were both on their second marriages, yet the young wife he had married couldn't compare in looks or learning to the one Wen Siyuan had married. Even in terms of temperament and caring for their husbands, there was a clear gap.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe most critical point was that he had remarried several months earlier than Siyuan. Yet, his wife... had never once brought him anything.
The research institute was somewhat far from the compound, but making the trip wasn't difficult.
With his thoughts turning to this, Wen Siyuan sighed deeply in his heart. There really was no comparison between people! No matter how much he coveted Comrade Luo Yanqing, after all, aside from envying, he was still just envying. There was no other way for him to have a considerate and sensible wife like Yanqing.
As Kang Li left, Feng Yi looked at his friend lying on the other hospital bed, who had awakened from his coma: "Are you feeling okay?" Mo Yan grunted in response.
"You lost a lot of blood. If not for Sister Kang Li, our chances would have been grim." As Feng Yi spoke, he tested the temperature at the edge of the lunch box: "Can you sit up? The dumplings are at a nice temperature, eat while they're warm." He moved to sit on the side of the bed, picked up the spoon from his own lunch box, and began to eat one dumpling after another.
Mo Yan slowly sat up, casually propping a pillow behind himself and leaning against the headboard. He turned his attention to Feng Yi: "Sister Kang Li? Was it her?" "Yeah. The sister you saw when you opened your eyes, that's Sister Kang Li." Feng Yi nodded, continuing to stuff dumplings into his mouth without pause.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMo Yan frowned slightly: "She looks about our age." Was he really expected to call a young girl his sister? Wasn't that making things difficult for him? "Sister Kang Li is eighteen, you're seventeen, and I'm sixteen. For us to call Kang Li 'sister' is only proper. Plus, Sister Kang Li saved our lives, arranged the hospital admission for us, and told us not to worry about a thing, just to stay in the hospital and listen to the doctor." Feng Yi, looking at the things Kang Li had bought earlier and the dumplings he was eating, couldn't help but add, "Everything we're using and eating was also bought by Sister Kang Li. And... she carried you for about a mile..." "...She carried me? How could she, a girl, manage to carry me?" Mo Yan's eyebrows nearly knitted into knots.
Feng Yi immediately felt ashamed upon hearing this; his expression changed, and then he hesitantly said, "It's my fault. I knew my arms and legs were incapacitated, and I was worried about your well-being... It's why I grasped the hem of Sister Kang Li's clothes and wouldn't let her leave. Looking back now, my actions are like repaying kindness with ingratitude. No wonder Sister Kang Li thought I was trying to scam her, huh? She was kindly tending our wounds, and even helped put my dislocated arm back into place, yet I..."
"Don't blyourself. If anyone's to blame, it's me. If I hadn't lost m consciousness then none of the following wo would have happened, and you did that out of concern for my safety." Mo Yan reassured Feng Yi: "Eat. The dumplings seem delicious, and we haven't had a proper meal in days." Picking up his own spoon, Mo Yan scooped up a dumpling and put it into his mouth.
For a while, the only sounds in the sickroom were of two people chewing and swallowing dumplings.
After an indeterminate amount of m time, having finished the last dumpling in their respective lunch boxes, Mo Yan got out of bed to put on his shoes: "I'm going to wash the lunch box." Feng Yi: "I should go instead, your shoulder wound is quite serious."
Mo Yan: "You have one arm in a sling, are you sure you can wash it Giving Feng Yina calim Mo Yan took the lunch box and left the sickroom.
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