Jun Xiqing had taken Doctor Bai Xue's medicine and her morning sickness had subsided. But looking at the steak in front of her, she still found it oily and had no appetite.
Dongfang Yu's beautiful eyes landed on Jun Xiqing's face. "Qingqing, what's wrong? You don't want to eat?"
At this moment, Lu Yeming lifted his handsome face and glanced at Jun Xiqing.
Mu Yanyan saw that Lu Yeming's attention was on Jun Xiqing, so she quickly said, "Brother Yeming, this steak is delicious. Let me help you cut it."
Mu Yanyan prepared to cut the steak.
At this moment, Dongfang Yu reached out and threw the knife and fork in front of him. His gaze was devilish. "What are you eating? My sister doesn't have a good appetite. Stop eating!"
His sister was pregnant and didn't have a good appetite. That trash was not allowed to eat either!
The knife and fork accurately smashed into Mu Yanyan's plate. The steak on the plate flew up and landed on Mu Yanyan's pretty little face with a 'pa' sound.
"Ah!"
Mu Yanyan shrieked pathetically.
Feng Sinan quickly spoke up. "Miss Jun, is this not to your taste? I'll get the helpers to make you some light porridge."
"It's alright, Second Brother." Dongfang Yu stood up. "I'll go to the kitchen to cook some noodles for Qingqing."
"Brother, you know how to cook noodles?" Jun Xiqing looked at Dongfang Yu in admiration.
Dongfang Yu arched his peach blossom eyes, a hint of wildness in them. "Of course I do. I'm a good cook."
The siblings entered the kitchen. Mu Yutang lifted her eyes to see Dongfang Yu standing in front of the counter. He had rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his muscular forearms. Indeed, men who cooked were the most handsome and charming.
Ever since Mu Yutang entered, her eyes had never left Dongfang Yu.
Lu Yeming hadn't said a word. He was an outsider and seemed to be enjoying the show. Mu Yanyan was very anxious as she secretly observed Feng Sinan's expression.
Feng Sinan remained expressionless. He elegantly cut up a portion of foie gras and handed it to Mu Yutang. "Yutang, this is for you."
Mu Yutang didn't move. Her bright eyes were cold. "It's alright."
Feng Sinan looked at Mu Yutang. "You should eat something lighter. I'll get the kitchen to …"
Mu Yutang turned to look at Feng Sinan. She cut him off. "I want some noodles. Do you have any?"
Her words caused the atmosphere to freeze.
…
Dongfang Yu quickly cooked a bowl of noodles. It was chicken noodles with green vegetables and chopped green onions. It looked, smelled, and tasted great.
Jun Xiqing's appetite was whetted. "Wow, Brother, you're so outstanding. These noodles are so delicious."
Dongfang Yu stroked Jun Xiqing's long hair lovingly. "I will raise you into a piglet in the future."
Jun Xiqing smiled happily. At this moment, she raised her head and saw a beautiful figure at the kitchen door.
Mu Yutang had arrived. She stood there elegantly and her beautiful eyes landed on Dongfang Yu's handsome face.
She had something to say to Yu.
"Brother of me of of Qing," Of Mo. "Long" Feng at him.
At this moment, Dongfang Yu reached out and took the bowl from her little hands. "Is it hot? I'll get it for you."
I'll get it for you. "Dongfang Yu took the bowl from her." Is it hot? I'll get it for you. "
Dongfang Yu strode out of the kitchen, brushing past Mu Yutang.
Mu Yutang froze on the spot. A few seconds later, she entered the kitchen.
There was a small bowl on the counter. In the bowl was the leftover chicken soup noodles. She took a small spoon and wanted to taste the chicken soup noodles.
At this moment, a large palm reached over and knocked the spoon out of her hand. A low and displeased voice resounded in her ears, "Yutang, you're the daughter of a wealthy family, and now you're eating leftovers? If you really want to eat noodles, I'll get the chef to bring it to you. "
Mu Yutang turned back to look at Feng Sinan. Her hands were clenched into fists. "Are you satisfied? Are you satisfied? Ah Yu is ignoring me. He won't even look at me! "
Feng Sinan looked at Mu Yutang calmly. "Yutang, forget about him."
Mu Yutang smiled brightly. "If I could forget, I would have done so long ago."
With that, she turned to leave.
…
The dinner ended on a sour note. Mu Yanyan entered Lu Yeming's room and began to take a bath.
In the bathroom, the bathtub was filled with medicinal herbs. Mu Yanyan soaked in it, her face contorted in pain.
Lu Yeming stood tall and handsome by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Fan Men reported in a low voice, "Your Highness, soak according to this medicinal herb. Miss Mu's blood aura will be exactly the same as Miss Jun's. We will then use Miss Mu's blood to awaken Bai Ling and kill him while Bai Ling is still in a daze!"
Lu Yeming's handsome face was half-hidden. He said nonchalantly, "Mu Yanyan is in pain?"
Fan Men shook his head. "Soaking in this medicinal herb is extremely painful. Every soak is a torture. But Miss Mu did not make a sound. This is the Mu family's sincerity. After we kill Bai Ling and take Jiu You, Leader Mu only hopes that President Lu will not forget Miss Mu's sacrifice and marry her."
"Got it," Lu Yeming replied mildly.
At this moment, the bathroom door opened and Mu Yanyan, who had finished her medicinal bath, walked out.
"Brother Yeming, I forgot to bring my pajamas, so I'm wearing your shirt."
Mu Yanyan's petite body was covered in a loose white shirt. It was Lu Yeming's.
Lu Yeming turned sideways, his deep almond-shaped eyes landing on Mu Yanyan's little face. "It's fine, you can wear it."
"Brother Yeming, I'll go back first," Mu Yanyan said obediently.
"Alright."
Mu Yanyan turned to leave the room. The moment she stepped out of the door, she felt her body go limp and she fell onto the carpet.
"What's wrong?" A deep, magnetic voice rang out from above her.
Mu Yanyan lifted her head and looked at Lu Yeming, who was already standing in front of her. The man was now towering over her, his cold gaze landing on her face.
"Brother Yeming, my legs are weak. Can you carry me back to the room?"
Lu Yeming was unperturbed, he didn't even move his brows. He bent down and lifted Mu Yanyan up.
This was the first time Mu Yanyan had physical contact with Lu Yeming. This was the man she had loved for so many years. Now that he was hugging her with his strong arms and her little face was pressed against his muscular chest, her heart thumped wildly.
Mu Yanyan carefully stretched out her little hands, slowly hugging his neck.
Lu Yeming lowered his eyes, looking at Mu Yanyan's petite face. "You smell good."
With just one sentence, Mu Yanyan's face instantly turned red. What … did he mean?
Perhaps it was because of the medicinal herb bath, but Lu Yeming could smell a fragrance from Mu Yanyan's body.
It was very similar to Jun Xiqing's youthful body fragrance.
At this moment, Jun Xiqing walked over.
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