Chapter 820: Love That Begins After a Breakup 09

Qiao Xu tapped the screen.

Jin Chen might have lunch together with Shen Ling in the office lounge.

But that lounge was originally prepared for me.

The snacks, game machine, and coffee pot there are all mine.

Whenever I think of Shen Ling appearing somewhere, chatting and laughing with Jin Chen, Qiao Xu feels terrible.

Pressing a hand against his stomach, Qiao Xu furrowed his brows tightly, suddenly feeling a chill all over.

Perhaps because emotions were tugging, the vaguely aching stomach became even more uncomfortable, the cramping pain unceasing.

Reason told Qiao Xu he should now take medicine, then eat something easy to digest.

But the Qiao Family doesn't have the medicine he usually takes; they're all at his former home.

He also doesn't want to eat the chef's dishes.

He wants to eat... Jin Chen's homemade...

The pampered young master does whatever he thinks of.

He immediately opened the chat box with Jin Chen.

After hesitating for two seconds, he still sent the message.

"I want to eat the food you made."

With that first sentence, the pent-up emotions at this moment seemed to have found an outlet.

Qiao Xu curled up in the wool blanket, only revealing half of his small face, typing many characters and sending them over.

"I'm not happy at all in the Qiao Family; I no longer have the feeling from childhood, and the food here is terrible."

"They seem to be hiding something from me; every time they make excuses to brush me off, and they think I can't see through it."

The last sentence was.

"Jin Chen... I feel awful, my stomach hurts."

After finishing all he wanted to say, the young master's lips pouted enough to hang a water kettle.

Looking at the screen full of green frames, Qiao Xu suddenly realized.

Even something Gu He wouldn't tell, I can tell Jin Chen without reservation.

Still waiting for Jin Chen's reply, Qiao Xu habitually scrolled up the chat history.

Almost all are my requests, and Jin Chen tried to satisfy each one.

Even when Jin Chen worked overtime at the company, he would get up in the middle of the night feeling cold and uncomfortable, and would have Jin Chen come home immediately to keep him company while resting.

The further up he scrolled, the more puzzled Qiao Xu became.

But why exactly do I feel Jin Chen isn't doing enough, and also don't care that much about me?

He suddenly came across a sentence.

It was half a year ago, when Jin Chen sent him a message saying he had bought the jewelry from the latest exhibition of a certain Western royal family for him, and a special plane would deliver it in a couple of days.

The deliberately ignored memory was awakened.

He really liked that jewelry; both its color and texture were top-notch.

But after Gu He found out about this, he advised him that Jin Chen wasn't being sincere.

Just buying the most luxurious, precious jewelry was enough, without needing to put much thought into it, and that could easily win him over.

Such behavior means not caring.

So the next day he repeated those words verbatim to Jin Chen.

Now thinking back, Qiao Xu can recall Jin Chen's disappointed and downcast expression at that time.

Why not praise Jin Chen instead.

Qiao Xu feels awful.

He put down his phone, drew his knees up to embrace himself, his thin lips losing color.

After breaking up with Jin Chen, it seems many things have become different from before.

Why... did I trust Gu He's words so much.

It feels as if past events weren't something I personally experienced.

After ruminating for a long time, suddenly he heard the notification of an incoming message.

Qiao Xu hastily picked up his phone to look.

"Already had Lin Yisheng go to the Qiao Family."

It was sent by Jin Chen, but only this one sentence.

It should be a reply to that stomachache.

Then... what about the others.

Seeing this polite, distant sentence, Qiao Xu could no longer hold back; his beautiful eyes filled with tears, the tip of his nose sore, tugging at his heart causing pain, tears rolling like beads, he clenched his pale lips.

Jin Chen didn't care about him anymore.

In the quiet living room, soft sobs sounded.

But Qiao Xu's courage had been exhausted; he no longer had the courage to act coquettishly and mischievously with Jin Chen.

If what he waited for were red exclamation marks, he would be so upset he might faint.

His consciousness was hazy, stomach pain continued, cold sweat kept seeping out.

Qiao Xu cried until he had little strength, sinking drowsily into the blanket, his hands pressed hard against his stomach, even though he knew doing so was futile.

About half an hour passed.

He heard the servant knocking on the door.

It should be Lin Yisheng who has come.

Young master!

The servant who opened the door was puzzled as to why the young master would have a doctor come over.

But upon seeing Qiao Xu's deathly pale face, the servant panicked and hurriedly asked Lin Yisheng to treat him quickly.

Lin Yisheng's expression was also grave.

As a doctor specially hired by Jin Chen to attend to Qiao Xu, he naturally knew the young master's health well.

His stomach ailment was a root from childhood, but these past few years he had been nursing it well, and it hadn't been this serious in a long time.

However, thinking that the two had now broken up, Lin Yisheng also felt he could understand.

He had the servant bring warm water and fed him the usual painkillers and stomach medicine.

Qiao Xu leaned against the sofa, utterly weak, his hair damp with cold sweat sticking to his cheek.

He wore a worried look, quietly listening to Lin Yisheng speak.

I will refill your regular medicines for a while, and I'll give you the prescription; if you feel unwell again, just get medicine according to it.

Besides the usual stomach medicine, Lin Yisheng also prepared the emergency medicines that should be kept at home.

Finally, he also handed over the thermos that was packed together with the medicine box he brought.

This is the soup that Mr. Jin asked me to bring you.

The painkiller took effect, Qiao Xu's mind cleared considerably, and upon hearing those words his eyes lit up.

He opened the thermos; inside the small cup was filled with rich soup, its aroma wafting forth, instantly dispelling the bitter medicinal smell lingering in Qiao Xu's nose.

It was his favorite, the soup personally simmered by Jin Chen.

Realizing this, the tears that Qiao Xu had barely held back fell again, and a feeling of moved emotion welled up in his chest.

But the next second, he heard Lin Yisheng say.

"Young Master Qiao, Mr. Jin has terminated his contract with me; from now on I am no longer your private doctor. Thank you for our cooperation."

After Lin Yisheng finished speaking, he had already tidied his medicine box, politely nodded, and left.

Qiao Xu watched him leave, suddenly realizing something.

All the pampering Jin Chen had given him was gradually being withdrawn.

The moved‑out home, the exclusive dates, the specially hired private doctor.

And today's soup—could it also be the last time?

Seeing the young master crying hard again, the servant hurriedly handed over a tissue.

"Go out."

Qiao Xu gripped the spoon tightly, his voice choked with distress, "Let me be quiet."

"All right, young master."

The servant sighed and also left.

Qiao Xu drank the soup alone, tears falling as he drank.

Perhaps that is why today's soup tastes especially bitter.

He clung to the thermos, sobbing, when suddenly it seemed he thought of something.

As if unwilling to show weakness, he picked up his phone, took a photo, and posted it to his Moments.

No caption, just a photo of the soup cup and a screenshot of him telling Jin Chen he wanted to eat his dish.

It was only an hour apart from Shen Ling's Moments post.

Anyone could see what it meant.