Chapter 187: Shen Xun Hospitalized for a Stomach Cramp

Jiang Lai patted the German shepherd's head, telling them they didn't need to be so wary, then she took Mo Yi's arm and went inside.

The bodyguard held the German shepherd, blocking Shen Xun's way, gesturing for him to scram.

"Jiang Lai!" Tears streamed down Shen Xun's cheeks, his eyes bloodshot, and on top of that, his stomach hurt increasingly.

Grief was like an invisible hand piercing his heart, a sharp pain dropping from his chest downwards.

It wasn't hunger or bloating, but a tight grip that made him double over instantly, cold sweat breaking out, his breath beginning to tremble.

Seeing something wrong, the bodyguard shouted at Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai turned back and instantly saw Shen Xun's problem.

His stomach had cramped.

"Mo Yi, call an ambulance—this is a place where people live, dying here would be unlucky." After saying that, she added in a voice only the two could hear, "Designate a hospital."

Shen Xun clutched his stomach, each spasm bringing heart-wrenching pain, yet no matter how much it hurt, it couldn't compare to Jiang Lai's "unlucky" remark, which felt like being carved alive.

By the time the ambulance arrived, Shen Xun was in so much pain he was about to pass out.

The medical staff asked, "Do family members want to come along?"

Jiang Lai glanced at Shen Xun, curled up on the stretcher, and calmly told the medical staff, "He has no family here."

Mo Yi: "He trespassed into a private residence."

Shen Xun looked toward Jiang Lai, and as he fainted, a tear of icy cold slid down the corner of his eye.

He really didn't care anymore…

The ambulance wailed away from Nanshan Villa.

Jiang Lai watched for a moment.

"Oh no! There's still soup simmering in the kitchen! Oh no, oh no, oh no, it's going to burn dry!" Mo Yi rushed into the kitchen, lifted the clay pot lid, and saw, thankfully, it hadn't burned dry.

Jiang Lai walked in and asked, "Mo Yi, what kind of soup is this?"

"Pigeon soup." Mo Yi skimmed off the oil, presented the cool pigeon soup, and urged Jiang Lai to go out.

"Go eat in the dining room; the Young Master said you had lamb hot pot this afternoon, so you probably don't want anything too oily tonight. I made a few vegetable dishes and some rice noodles, not too much, and it's getting late—eating too much might upset your digestion and keep you awake."

Thank you, Mo Yi.

Don't mention it. Now that we've left that trouble-ridden Shen family place, we need to properly nourish ourselves—put on some meat, get a rosy complexion, and have radiant skin.

Jiang Lai nodded: "I know."

So obedient it's unbearable.

Mo Yi's heart was about to melt.

Sitting at the table, Jiang Lai curiously asked, "Mo Yi, how do you know I weigh less than eighty jin? And that I have low blood sugar and anemia?"

"The Young Master said so." That day she sent the nutrition plan to the Young Master, and he told her some things, stressing she must pay close attention to her diet and not over-supplement.

For that, Doctor Chi was even brought over by the Young Master to lecture her on food interactions.

Jiang Lai's motion with the soup spoon paused: "Ke Zhongyu?"

Oh dear!

The Young Master finally has a full name with Miss Jiang!

How delightful, how congratulatory.

Mo Yi smiled: "Yes, the Young Master said so—he also told me to stock up on hand cream."

Jiang Lai took a sip of soup, her lowered lashes fluttering like disc wings.

The Ke Clan had employee health checkups, but she had never actually worked there; that month was negligible, so the Ke Clan likely had no health record for her.

Low blood sugar can indeed be seen with careful observation, but what about anemia and weight?

Especially weight—how could you tell?

Even in autumn and winter she dressed thickly.

Miss Jiang, what are you thinking about?

"Ke Zhongyu..." Jiang Lai answered too quickly, before she could explain, Mo Yi's eyes lit up like a lightbulb, and she hurriedly said this and that, then turned to send a message to her own Young Master.

The previous message still told Ke Zhongyu that Shen Xun had come again, couldn't be driven away no matter how hard they tried, calling the neighborhood security useless, and Shen Xun himself also lived here.

In short, it was just shamelessly waiting.

However, Ke Zhongyu hadn't seen that previous message—he was already in the meeting room, and before the formal meeting began he needed to review the employees' reports, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

After the meeting, Ke Zhongyu saw the message, asked about Shen Xun's condition, learned that Jiang Lai had angered him into a stomach cramp and hospitalization, and his icy face showed a faint smile.

Finally his gaze settled on Mo Yi's line: "【Just now Miss Jiang kept zoning out; I asked what she was thinking about, she said your name, Young Master—Miss Jiang is thinking of you, Young Master】."

Ke Zhongyu: "【Explain in detail】."

Mo Yi was typing.

Ke Zhongyu: "【No need】."

Jiang Lai couldn't say that; even if she did, it wouldn't mean what everyone thought, and it'd be better not to hear an explanation.

Mo Yi slowly sent back a question mark.

Ke Zhongyu: "【Mm, I'm hungry】."

Mo Yi: "???"

Oh!!!

Mo Yi looked up: "Miss Jiang, I just asked the Young Master if he was hungry, and he said he was—can he come over for a late-night snack?"

Jiang Lai thought about how Ke Zhongyu had eaten lunch with her, hadn't eaten dinner, and indeed he should be hungry.

"Is there more? Or I could set some aside—I haven't even started eating." Jiang Lai glanced at the three vegetable dishes, one meat dish, one soup, and a big bowl of rice noodles before her—enough for two or three meals.

Mo Yi said "little" with her mouth, but she still felt like she was feeding a pig.

Mo Yi had originally wanted to say she could make it fresh, but since Miss Jiang wanted to save food for the Young Master, of course she chose the latter!

"Then I'll go get a bowl!"

Jiang Lai set down her chopsticks, waited for Mo Yi to bring the bowl and plate, split off half, and then she slowly started eating.

When Ke Zhongyu arrived at Nanshan Shu Jiuhao, Jiang Lai had already gone upstairs to rest; he watched Mo Yi bring out the heated late-night snack.

"Young Master, this is half that Miss Jiang separated from her own bowl."

Ke Zhongyu suddenly thought of his father; usually his mother would put a piece of chocolate in his mouth, and his father would always say to leave half for him.

He used to wonder when the Ke family had become so poor that a single piece of chocolate had to be split in half to eat.

He once scoffed at that notion.

Now sitting at Jiang Lai's dining table, he ate the half of the late-night snack that Jiang Lai had separated from her own bowl.

Mm, it's fragrant.

After finishing, Ke Zhongyu elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth and softly said, "Is she asleep?"

"She's asleep." Mo Yi spoke about what happened that night: "It's the first time I've seen Miss Jiang say so many words; she's been worrying and overthinking, so it's better she sleeps early."

Ke Zhongyu glanced upstairs, then was about to leave; just before leaving, he remembered he also had a piece of chocolate on him, which Secretary Guan had distributed to everyone, and he had just slipped it into his pocket at the time.

The chocolate was placed on the table.

Ke Zhongyu did not break it.

He wanted to leave the whole chocolate for Jiang Lai.

Early the next morning.

While Jiang Lai was eating breakfast, she looked at the chocolate quietly placed on the table, asked Mo Yi, and Mo Yi said, "It's what the Young Master left behind."

Jiang Lai: "Pay with chocolate?"

Mo Yi: "……"

"The Young Master specially left this for Miss Jiang! Hope Miss Jiang has a smooth, silky day!"

Jiang Lai: "Ke Zhongyu definitely didn't say that."

Mo Yi: "……"

Young Master, Miss Jiang is quite hard to handle; it's not your fault.

Jiang Lai, chocolate in hand, sent a message to the Research and Development Center saying she wouldn't go today.

There are other things to attend to.

Jiang Lai sent a text to Lin Shutong: '【Shen Xun hospitalized due to stomach spasms】'

Everyone has gone to the hospital to see Shen Xun; can you bear not to check on your own baby in your womb? Recently you've gone through so many ups and downs, and a fetus is most susceptible to the mother's emotions during pregnancy.