I don't care about dating reality shows or the entertainment industry!

Jiang Mu forced a smile.

[Duan Xingye is actually quite nice.]

Although he always seemed detached, and although he disliked Su Youzi, he still cared about her when she was sick.

Jiang Mu could sense that Duan Xingye had fallen for Su Youzi.

That look in their eyes doesn't lie.

to be frank.

She felt a little awkward.

After all, Duan Xingye was the son of his godmother's best friend.

I don't want to see him being ruthlessly manipulated.

Jiang Mu became increasingly angry as she thought about it.

He couldn't help but scoff inwardly.

She walked to Su Youzi's room and gently knocked on the door.

"Yuzu, are you alright? It's me, Jiang Mu."

A weak voice came from the room:

"come in."

Jiang Mu pushed open the door and saw Su Youzi curled up on the bed, her face pale, her brows furrowed, looking like she was in pain.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling better?" Jiang Mu asked with concern.

Even though she had some grievances against Su Youzi, at this moment she seemed more like a vulnerable person in dire need of care.

"My stomach hurts," Su Youzi said weakly.

"Let me pour you a cup of hot water," Jiang Mu said, turning around to pour a cup of hot water and handing it to Su Youzi.

Su Youzi took the water glass and gave her a grateful look: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jiang Mu smiled faintly and sat down beside her bed.

"You should rest well. I'll go ask the production team if they have any medicine."

Su Youzi closed her eyes, wearily, her voice weak:

"Well, please."

Jiang Mu looked at her frail appearance,

It's not a taste in my heart.

She's clearly a scheming woman, pretending to be an innocent little rabbit, and she's also promiscuous.

How could Duan Xingye like someone like that?

don't know...

Jiang Mu sighed softly, got up and left the room.

[Is Su Youzi faking it?]

[Upstairs, didn't you see Su Youzi's face turned pale?]

Who knows? Some people just pretend to be weak to gain sympathy.

Jiang Mu composed himself and went to find medicine for her.

After rummaging through the medicine box, Jiang Mu found some medicine suitable for relieving stomach pain.

I returned to Su Youzi's room.

Su Youzi's face was still pale and she was very weak.

Jiang Mu walked to the bedside and, following the instructions on the medicine package, handed her warm water and the medicine together.

"This is the stomach medicine that the production team has prepared. Take it first. If you still don't feel better, we'll go to the hospital immediately."

She carefully helped Su Youzi up, letting her lean on her shoulder, and gently assisted her in taking the medicine.

After finishing all this, Jiang Mu gently instructed Su Youzi to continue lying down and resting.

She tiptoed out of the room and returned to the dining room.

"How is the pomelo?" Xia Jingchu asked anxiously as soon as she saw Jiang Mu.

"Are you alright? Should we go to the hospital?" Li Bingcheng asked.

Huo Jia's gaze lingered on Xia Jingchu for a moment, his tone carrying a hint of reproach:

"I guess it's because he ate ice cream this morning and his stomach couldn't handle it."

Xia Jingchu frowned.

My heart was filled with self-blame.

It caused her suffering.

Jiang Mu glanced at Duan Xingye and found that he was also staring at her.

She pursed her lips, quickly averted her gaze, and looked at Xia Jingchu.

"Don't worry, she's fine. She just had a stomachache, but she's feeling much better after taking the medicine and is resting now."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mu Mu," Xia Jingchu said gratefully.

Jiang Mu smiled slightly and shook her head: "It's nothing, helping each other is only right."

Zhao Yunlan said, "Everyone, don't be too nervous. Youzi is fine now. Let's continue eating."

Jiang Mu returned to his seat.

As soon as I sat down, I found that the empty bowls and plates had been filled with delicious food.

At this moment, Zhu Jiuchuan gently placed a bowl of hot soup in front of her.

"Mumu, the soup is at just the right temperature."

Jiang Mu looked up and met Zhu Jiuchuan's caring eyes.

She nodded gently, picked up the spoon, and tasted the soup.

Jiang Mu observed Duan Xingye discreetly.

He seemed uninterested in the delicious food on the table, mechanically fiddling with the rice in his bowl.

His brows furrowed slightly involuntarily, and his deep eyes were filled with a mixture of restlessness and unease.

His absent-mindedness was, of course, noticed by Lu Jiayi.

"Hoshino, what's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"

Duan Xingye shook his head casually, his tone indifferent:

"No, I'm just not very hungry."

Seeing that he wasn't very interested, Lu Jiayi said, "I'll cut you some fruit later."

"No need," Duan Xingye replied indifferently.

Jiang Mu picked up the bowl of hot soup that Zhu Jiuchuan had specially prepared for her and sipped it slowly.

Duan Xingye, oh Duan Xingye,

If you're so concerned about her, why are you hiding it from her?

Were you two boyfriend and girlfriend before?

Jiang Mu silently pondered.

Xia Jingchu's voice interrupted her thoughts: "Mumu, if you're not busy later..."

"Okay, I'll go check on Yuzu in her room later." Jiang Mu had originally planned to take care of her after dinner.

"Thank you." Xia Jingchu nodded gratefully.

Duan Xingye barely touched his chopsticks before quietly getting up and leaving the restaurant.

They left behind a table of unfinished dishes and puzzled looks from those around them.

Seeing this, Lu Jiayi quickly put down her bowl and chopsticks and followed him out.

Today's lunch ended in this eerie atmosphere.

"Xingye, did you stay up late last night and not sleep well?" Lu Jiayi finally caught up with Duan Xingye in the corridor.

Duan Xingye simply responded with a soft "Mm," and then indicated that he wanted to go back to his room to rest.

Lu Jiayi nodded dejectedly, "Okay, you should rest first."

She watched Duan Xingye's figure disappear on the other side of the door, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Return to the room.

Duan Xingye didn't linger for a moment, went straight into the bathroom, and locked the door.

He opened his phone and skillfully clicked to enter that familiar live streaming interface.

On the other end of the screen was Su Youzi's room.

At this moment, Su Youzi was lying in bed, her breathing gradually even out, and her complexion regained some color.

Duan Xingye watched this scene quietly, and the restlessness in his heart seemed to find some kind of inexplicable comfort at this moment.

He adjusted the angle of his phone to get a clear view of her sleeping face.

He muttered to himself, "His body is so weak, he gets sick all the time, I'm speechless."

in the screen.

Jiang Mu, holding a book, gently pushed open Su Youzi's door.

I went over to check on her. Su Youzi was sleeping soundly and seemed to be much better.

So she sat down on the sofa next to the bed.

My Mumu is so kind.

[Hey, does anyone know where Wild Boy went?]

I went to the bathroom as soon as I got back to my room, and it's been almost half an hour, and I still haven't come out.

He barely ate lunch; is he also experiencing stomach discomfort?

Duan Xingye was stunned for a moment; it felt like he had just picked up his phone.

Half an hour has already passed?