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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

n“I don’t really feel like eating noodles, but I’ll eat if you feed me.” The word “proud” was almost written all over Nian Junting’s face.

nLuosang blushed. “People are watching us. Your hands aren’t injured,” she said in a low voice.

n“But there’s a needle in my hand. It’s inconvenient for me to feed myself. Besides, they’ve seen us kissing. Why should they care about you feeding me?” said Nian Junting carelessly.

nLuosang had no choice but sit at his bedside and feed him. She hadn’t had much malatang earlier. After spending a while feeding him and watching him eat, she felt hungry, too, so she started eating while feeding him.

n“It tastes even better after you added the seasoning,” Nian Junting said when he finished a bowl of noodles.

nLuosang was puzzled. “I didn’t add any seasoning.”

n“You did. You added your saliva.” Nian Junting gave her a meaningful glance.

nLuosang’s face burned a little. “There’s another bowl of noodles. Do you want me to spit in it?”

n“I don’t mind. I have tasted your saliva, anyway. As long as you don’t disgust yourself…” Nian Junting chuckled.

nLuosang didn’t know what to say. She had to admit that she was really disgusted by what she had said just now.

nAt that moment, Lu Kang walked into the ward. “Mr. Nian, I finally found you. I headed here right after I heard from Qiao Xue that you had a car accident.” Seeing the noodles, his face paled. “Oh my, Mr. Nian, you’re injured. How can you eat unhealthy food like noodles? You need better food. Also, what is this place? It’s full of people. I’ll move you into the VIP ward right now.”

n“Never mind. I’m just here for a drip. I don’t need to stay here, so there’s no need for me to be in the VIP ward,” said Nian Junting blandly. “And what’s wrong with noodles? Northern people all love noodles, and my woman likes noodles the most. She’s so pretty.”

nLuosang felt a little awkward, maybe because he hadn’t complimented her in such a straightforward manner in quite a long time.

n“Miss Xu… did you two make up?” Lu Kang’s eyes glowed.

nIt seemed that Qiao Xue had done well. She had successfully helped Mr. Nian win back Miss Xu’s heart by hurting himself.

nLuosang smiled.

nLu Kang sighed with relief. He even felt as if the sun had finally come out after half a month of rain.

n“It’s wonderful, so Qiao Xue…” he said.

n“Do not mention that women to me.” Hearing Qiao Xue’s name, Nian Junting instantly got angry. “Lu Kang, why on earth did you pick her? And how has the HR department been hiring? She’s not only terrible at pretending, but she also nearly killed me.”

nLu Kang silently cursed Qiao Xue a hundred times. “Mr. Nian,” he said, “I chose her because she’s honest and simple-minded. She doesn’t have all those unnecessary thoughts.”

nNian Junting knitted his brows into a frown. When he fell from the car, the pain wasn’t the worst thing. What really bothered him was how humiliating it was.

n“Besides… Your ultimate purpose was to make up with Miss Xu…” Lu Kang continued in a weak voice.

n“Are you saying that I should thank her?” Nian Junting sneered.

n“Alright. To be honest, if it wasn’t for her, I would not have learned the truth and resolved the misunderstanding so soon,” said Luosang in a soft voice. “She told me that you founded a noodle restaurant for me. That’s how I know that you love me.”

n“She told you that?” Nian Junting couldn’t be more upset. “I was going to give you a surprise. This is not what I wanted.”

n“You want me to be touched, don’t you? I am touched,” said Luosang. “From this day on, beef noodles are my favorite food. Wherever I go, I’ll see Luo Ting Noodle Restaurant and be reminded of our love. Junting, I want to thank you for doing all this for me, so don’t blame Qiao Xue. On the contrary, I want to thank her. If she hadn’t caused your injury, we might eventually have left each other because of the deepening misunderstanding. I couldn’t help but run back to you when I saw you get injured. I learned about what you’ve done for me, and that’s how I gathered the courage to tell you my feelings.”

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