Chapter 212: By Your Gift

Lu Xiwán sees that Lu Xixi has been fine since she was a child.

Lu Xixi has always been the kind who won't stop talking until she says something shocking, and now she actually managed to guess this spot.

"Stop guessing wildly; your teacher told Yao Yao because you missed class."

Lu Xixi's disappointment was visibly evident.

Seeing the child like this, Lu Xiwán also felt a bit reluctant.

"Even if we're not family, the teacher knows you and Yao Yao get along well."

Lu Xiwán's consolation was really stiff, and Lu Xixi forced out a faint smile.

Fu Sijue also came back from outside, lugging a bunch of big and small bags.

"Xi Xi said you went out to buy food; what's this?"

Fu Sijue set the items down and began to explain, "Xi Xi is still ill, can't eat greasy food, so I bought her some congee and side dishes. I remembered you love the Sichuan restaurant in Chengdong, so I specially bought some for you."

When the lunch box was opened, the whole room filled with the aroma of rice, enough to make anyone's mouth water just from the smell.

Lu Xiwán touched the still‑warm box and couldn't help admiring Fu Sijue.

She almost crossed the entire Haicheng just to buy a meal.

Anyone else might not have done that.

"Thank you, President Fu, how much? I'll transfer it to you now."

Lu Xixi had already eagerly started to eat heartily, while Lu Xiwán tried to make small talk, quickly pulling out her phone to transfer money to Fu Sijue.

"No need to transfer to me; these things aren't valuable, as long as you and Xi Xi are happy, that's enough."

Fu Sijue sat on one side and started reading, and Lu Xiwán hurriedly gave him an even portion from Lu Xixi's congee.

"President Fu's stomach is weak; he still needs to eat something. If he can't handle Sichuan food, he'll have some light dishes with Xi Xi."

After saying that, Lu Xiwán was stunned herself.

All these years, she still hasn't forgotten that Fu Sijue has a stomach ailment.

"It's just at the hospital; let my Senior Brother help check in a bit," Lu Xiwán added calmly.

Immersed in the delicacies, Lu Xixi didn't notice the conversation between the two adults at all.

"I have regular check‑ups."

Fu Sijue often travels on business, and with the company's busy matters, irregular meals are common.

He has long been accustomed to it.

Lu Xiwán forced the bowl into his hand, "People are iron, rice is steel; skipping a meal makes you starve. President Fu, even if your body is strong, it's not made of iron; long‑term irregular eating will wear down even the healthiest body."

As a doctor, Lu Xiwán cannot stand seeing others mistreat their bodies.

Many people spend money trying to buy a healthy body but can't; Fu Sijue got one and still doesn't cherish it.

"After you finish eating, President Fu, go back first. I'll stay here alone tonight. I've already troubled you so much; I don't want to bother you to keep watch with me."

Lu Xiwán's polite refusal was heard by Fu Sijue.

"No need to be so afraid of me; I'll arrange someone to come over at night, you just go rest."

Lu Xiwán hasn't rested well these past days; just looking at her complexion shows something's wrong, and Fu Sijue also doesn't want her to be so exhausted.

Lu Xiwán patiently waited for Fu Sijue to finish eating before calling him out.

"President Fu has always helped me; I feel uneasy about it," Lu Xiwán bluntly said.

Fu Sijue, however, did not accept her frankness.

"Helping you is my business; it's not a big deal anyway, just accept it."