Song Qinian thus became Shen Chi Yan's caregiver.
When Shen Chi Yan woke up and saw Song Qinian, they stared at each other for a long while.
"Hmph, what are you doing here? To laugh at my misfortune?"
Hearing Shen Chi Yan say this, Song Qinian felt that she might have judged the magnanimous President Shen with a petty mind. She had thought that Gu Zhi Yan asking her to stay and take care of Shen Chi Yan was Shen Chi Yan's own request.
"Jun Shen injured you. During your hospitalization, I will serve you. Of course, if you don't want to see me or don't need my care, I can leave anytime."
Seeing Song Qinian's reluctant demeanor, Shen Chi Yan scoffed, "Are you very pleased that Li Jun Shen injured me? If it were Li Jun Shen who was bleeding today, who was lying in the hospital bed, what would you do?"
Song Qinian did not answer Shen Chi Yan's pointless question. Instead, she glanced at him indifferently, "Aren't you quite good at fighting? How did you lose so badly?"
Shen Chi Yan would never admit that he deliberately sought a beating and put on a show of weakness.
"Badly? Heh... My wife ran off with him. Isn't it normal for me to not be able to beat him?"
Song Qinian: "..."
It was rare for the two of them to be alone. Shen Chi Yan didn't want to mention that unlucky person anymore. He said to Song Qinian faintly, "I'm thirsty, I want some water."
Shen Chi Yan's lips were chapped. Song Qinian quickly brought the warm water to his hand.
Shen Chi Yan reached out, but did not take the water. Instead, he said haughtily, "Help me up."
Song Qinian had no choice but to help him up. After propping him against the pillows, she handed him the water.
After taking a few sips, Shen Chi Yan said again, "I'm hungry, I want to eat something."
Shen Chi Yan's stomach was severely injured. In the two years Song Qinian was away, he was either busy looking for Song Qinian or developing his business empire. He never ate three meals a day normally.
Furthermore, sometimes he missed Song Qinian so intensely that he would drown himself in alcohol, causing his stomach to become increasingly fragile.
This time, with both drinking and fighting, according to the doctor, it was a miracle he survived.
Song Qinian had prepared warm, stomach-soothing porridge, anticipating that he would be hungry after waking up.
Shen Chi Yan looked at the thin porridge in the bowl with disdain, "Can this fill me up? You know how much I hate congee, don't you?"
Song Qinian said expressionlessly, "You can only have congee for a month! If you want to eat better food, you need to recover your stomach quickly."
Song Qinian pushed the congee closer to Shen Chi Yan. "President Shen isn't a child, you wouldn't throw a tantrum, would you?"
President Shen, who had been intending to whine and fuss: "..."
As if recalling something, Shen Chi Yan smirked, then put on a weak act, "I'm too hungry and my body is too weak to eat by myself. I'll have to trouble Miss Song to feed me!"
Before Song Qinian could speak, Shen Chi Yan blocked her path. "Since Miss Song is here to take care of me, you should comply with my requests. Otherwise, what kind of care is that?"
Song Qinian: "...Okay."
After their reunion, every encounter between them was filled with barbed words. Shen Chi Yan's every sentence was a sarcastic jab at Song Qinian, and Song Qinian naturally did not back down.
Now, with one feeding and the other eating, there was a hint of harmony.
Of course, that was if one didn't consider President Shen's constant pickiness.
"Did you cook this congee yourself? Why does it taste so bad?"
Song Qinian's cooking skills had never improved. After being taken away by Li Jun Shen, she hadn't entered the kitchen, so how could she have cooked congee for Shen Chi Yan?
Song Qinian: "This is congee from the Imperial Kitchen. If you're not used to it, I can have Zhang Qiao Qiao prepare it and send it over tomorrow."
Shen Chi Yan snorted, "Aren't you my caregiver? Why aren't you cooking it yourself?"
Song Qinian glanced at Shen Chi Yan indifferently, "Aren't you afraid that eating my congee will permanently ruin your stomach?"
"So, your cooking skills haven't improved at all? What? You didn't cook for Li Jun Shen in the two years you were with him?"
Song Qinian was no longer the Song Qinian of yesteryear.
Shen Chi Yan's roundabout questioning was essentially asking if she had cooked for Li Jun Shen.
Song Qinian said faintly, "He cooked for me."
Song Qinian was merely stating a fact, but to Shen Chi Yan's ears, it sounded like bragging. Angered, Shen Chi Yan lost the appetite for congee. "Is that so? Is his cooking as good as mine?"
Before Song Qinian could reply, he continued, "No need to answer, I don't want to know."
Shen Chi Yan remained silent, and Song Qinian certainly wouldn't seek trouble.
After Shen Chi Yan finished his congee, Song Qinian took a magazine and moved to the side, not wanting to be an eyesore to Shen Chi Yan.
Shen Chi Yan watched Song Qinian diligently playing the role of a caregiver, with no desire to chat with him, which further fueled his anger.
Just then, his body signaled a need. Shen Chi Yan grinned and called out to Song Qinian, "Song Qinian, I need to go to the bathroom."
Song Qinian replied without looking up, "Go ahead!"
Shen Chi Yan's anger intensified. "I said I need to go to the bathroom, help me to the toilet."
Song Qinian looked up at him incredulously, "You injured your stomach, not your legs or hands. Do you still need someone to help you?"
"Don't you know I just had surgery and am very weak now? Besides, I'm not afraid of you seeing, why are you being so coy?! Hurry up!!!"
Song Qinian: "..."
There's a saying about eating someone's food and taking their favors. Song Qinian felt it was incredibly difficult to endure Shen Chi Yan's demands on behalf of Li Jun Shen.
Seeing Song Qinian hesitate, Shen Chi Yan impatiently said, "It's not like you haven't seen it before. Why are you so shy now? Besides, I asked you to help me to the toilet, not to watch me pee. What are you so guilty about?"
Song Qinian took a deep breath. She felt that if she wasn't angered to death by Shen Chi Yan's mouth, it meant she had a strong heart.
She walked over and helped Shen Chi Yan out of bed. Shen Chi Yan seemed genuinely weak, half of his body leaning on Song Qinian. They were very close, and Shen Chi Yan could smell her unique fragrance. His dark eyes fixed on Song Qinian's fair, beautiful neck, and his teeth suddenly itched intensely.
This woman was so hateful, he should just take a bite at her carotid artery and kill her!
Even without looking at Shen Chi Yan, Song Qinian could feel the hostility radiating from him, especially his oppressive gaze, which made her extremely uncomfortable. After she got him to the washroom and was about to let go and leave, the man who had been staring at her suddenly lunged like a madman and bit her neck.
"Hiss..."
Song Qinian cried out in pain and forcefully pushed him away, "Are you sick?"
Shen Chi Yan gave a sinister smile, "If I wasn't sick, would I be in the hospital?"
Song Qinian: "..."
If it weren't for the man's pale face, looking like he could collapse at any moment, Song Qinian would have also loved to punch him in the stomach a couple of times.