Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

Finally, unable to bear the churning in my stomach any longer, I rushed to the toilet.

Lu Fang didn't know why the other person suddenly got up and knocked over the bowl until he saw Su Nanqin rush into the toilet with a livid face.

The violent reaction in his stomach made his whole body feel weak and his head feel a little dizzy.

Lu Fang was also startled; Su Nanqin hadn't reacted this strongly in a long time.

He rushed in and helped the other person up.

Su Nanqin vomited violently, and the churning in his stomach made his body instinctively weak.

Lu Fangyi felt as if he had suddenly found someone to rely on.

She slumped against him, completely powerless.

Lu Fang watched as the other person's face turned pale, and his once rosy lips began to lose all color.

For a moment, I was a little frightened, and I grabbed the person anxiously, asking, "Do you still feel like throwing up?"

Su Nanqin's eyes welled up with tears because of the discomfort, and her voice trembled with sobs.

She lay weakly on top of him and groaned, "It hurts..."

Despite her coquettish tone, Lu Fang felt no joy whatsoever. He knew that Su Nanqin wasn't being coquettish; she was genuinely upset.

They gently supported the other person as they vomited for a while.

Lu Fang's heart clenched as he looked at the head slumped over the toilet, vomiting violently.

This isn't the first or second time Su Nanqin has experienced this; whenever she has insomnia at night or accidentally eats something bad, her reaction is very severe.

That's why Lu Fang kept such close watch on the other person's diet and daily routine.

Su Nanqin had vomited most of it. He leaned back weakly on the toilet, so exhausted that he barely had the strength to speak.

Lu Fang bent down to support him, and then used his knees to brace himself against the other man's body.

Su Nanqin leaned against Lu Fang for a while.

Lu Fang looked at it and vomited up everything he had eaten.

He didn't rush to carry the person out, afraid that Su Nanqin might still feel nauseous.

After waiting a while, until the person leaning against her had regained some strength, she asked gently, "Do you still feel like throwing up, baby?"

When Su Nanqin heard Lu Fang call him "baby," his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he shook his head weakly.

He wanted to answer, after all, Lu Fang called him "baby" several times later.

But he was too weak, and in the end he could only obediently shake his head as an answer.

Lu Fang bent down, lifted the other person up by the armpits, and carried them out of the bathroom by their bottom.

Su Nanqin had no strength, and his head rested heavily on the other person's shoulder.

If we hadn't ignored this unexpected incident, the two were actually quite intimate.

Lu Fang carried the person to the water dispenser, filled a glass with warm water, and then carried the person back to the bed, holding them in his arms.

Holding the person, preparing to feed them warm water.

Su Nanqin was completely submissive, but still retained a sliver of reason, and shook her head.

Lu Fang looked at him.

When Lu Fang looked at him now, Su Nanqin couldn't help but panic, thinking that Lu Fang was losing patience.

Finally, mustering a last ounce of strength, she explained in a tearful voice, "No...it's dirty..."

Lu Fang understood; Su Nanqin disliked that he had just vomited and felt dirty.

Lu Fang placed the water on the bedside table next to him and then dragged the trash can over.

For the first time in two days, I patiently coaxed him, "It's not dirty, rinse your mouth first."

Su Nanqin obediently took a sip and then spat it into the trash can next to him.

After Lu Fang finished feeding him water, Su Nanqin seemed to regain some strength.

He looked at the bowl he had overturned on the ground, broken pieces of porcelain scattered all over the floor, and the food inside the bowl was also spilled all over the ground.

The scene was the same many years ago.

The overturned plate...

Broken porcelain shards littered the floor...

A bloody, mangled hand...

A father's cold-blooded and merciless slap...

I felt inexplicably panicked, probably because I had just vomited and wasn't quite fully conscious.

He tried to understand Lu Fang a little, just like a child who had made a mistake and instinctively looked at his father's face.

Because of his anxiety, Lu Fang's face was calm and his expression was very serious.

Su Nanqin seemed to see his father, who had sat in the main seat with a cold expression, through that composed face.

My mind is a mess, memories are distorting reality...

Su Nanqin was at a loss for words.

He only knew that a calm expression meant he was not forgiving of his mistakes.

Throughout his more than twenty years of life, Su Nanqin was never forgiven for even the smallest mistake he made.

His father never showed him any mercy.

The next second will bring him a punishment he cannot bear.

Su Nanqin suddenly began to tremble instinctively, and then, seeing the food scattered all over the ground, she instinctively stepped back into Lu Fang's arms.

Then, looking at Lu Fang with some fear, she murmured, "I was wrong... Waaah... Don't hit me..."

My consciousness is too blurred, broken porcelain shards... broken porcelain shards...

My head hurts so much...

Lu Fang looked at the fear in the other person's eyes and found it hard to believe.

He didn't understand why Su Nanqin suddenly admitted his mistake.

"Waaah... I didn't mean to knock it over..." Su Nanqin was still trying to back away, but her gaze fell on the broken porcelain shards scattered on the ground.

Lu Fang was surprised.

The next second, Su Nanqin said, "Don't hit... Lu Fang... I've finished eating... Please, please..."

Su Nanqin had never begged for mercy in front of his father; his unconscious murmurs seemed more like a plea for the helpless child he once was.

Lu Fang looked at the other person's face, which was filled with tears due to extreme fright.

She was so weak from vomiting that she was still unconsciously begging for mercy.

Lu Fang looked at the person, his heart tightening. Su Nanqin's words were actually quite illogical.

It seems more like they're confused and unconsciously admitting their mistake.

However, Lu Fang was almost certain that Su Nanqin was referring to the overturned bowl.

He didn't understand why the other person was reacting so strongly, thinking that he would hit him for knocking over a bowl.

Lu Fang's heart skipped a beat, and he guessed that he might have frightened the other person last night.

In addition, sick people are instinctively more sensitive.

But that shouldn't be the case; it's gone too far and is somewhat abnormal.

If Su Nanqin hadn't looked so terrified and hadn't actually vomited for a while, he would have thought the other person was just playing a joke on him.

Su Nanqin instinctively didn't want to look at the broken porcelain shards on the ground anymore; he didn't know when the slap on his head would fall.

All he could do was beg for mercy: "Please don't hit me...please..."

Lu Fang raised his hand to pat the other person's back, but Su Nanqin instinctively shrank back into Lu Fang's arms when he saw the raised hand.

She cried bitterly and desperately, "I was wrong... please don't..."

Lu Fang felt a pang of pain in his heart, and suddenly wrapped his arms around the other person, patting the other person's back repeatedly with his large hands.

Trying to calm the other person down like comforting a wronged and frightened child: "No, no... Nan Nan is so well-behaved and so lovable, how could I bear to hit her?"

"Waaah..." Su Nanqin buried her head in his chest and cried, her sobs filled with grievance and suppressed emotions.

Lu Fangxin was extremely worried. He almost suspected that Su Nanqin had some kind of trauma, and his reaction was abnormally strong.

All I could do was coax her gently, "Nan Nan is the best Nan Nan in the world. She's obedient and sensible, and she manages the company so well at such a young age. Many people like Nan Nan. How could anyone hit her just because she broke a bowl?"

When Lu Fang speaks softly, his voice is mature and deep, which always gives people a sense of security.

Su Nanqin calmed down a bit, but stopped begging for forgiveness and admitting his mistakes.

She was still huddled in Lu Fang's arms, crying and murmuring, "Waaah... someone hit me..."

The sound was very soft, but Lu Fang still heard it, and his hand, which was patting the other person's back, suddenly paused.

He felt that some of the factors causing Su Nanqin's insecurity and anxiety were surfacing.

He had never hit Su Nanqin for breaking a bowl, and the fact that Su Nanqin was so terrified was definitely not something he said casually.

He gently reached out and wiped away her tears, soothing her softly in a voice like he was comforting a child: "No one will hit you... Nan Nan is very well-behaved and cute, no one would have the heart to hit her. Don't cry, sweetie, Lu Fang would be even less willing to hit her."

His voice was so soft it was as if a little louder would frighten the person in his arms.

Lu Fang wasn't incapable of speaking; he was far too adept at it. He simply used sharp words and a stern demeanor to mask the softness deep within his heart.

Lu Fang is not incapable of being gentle; Lu Fang's gentleness is always reserved for Su Nanqin, and only for Su Nanqin when she is at her most vulnerable.

Completely and thoroughly.

"They'll fight..." Su Nanqin buried her head in Lu Fang's arms, probably because she had no strength left.

She was so weak and limp.

Lu Fang did not know who Su Nanqin was referring to as "them".

He tentatively asked, "Hmm? Who are they?"

Su Nanqin didn't speak, she just buried her head and cried.

Lu Fang could tell that the other party was very resistant.

He tried to ask many times, but Su Nanqin never brought it up.

Do not mention the past or discuss past experiences.

Lu Fang was afraid of upsetting the other party again, so he didn't ask any more questions.

They just kept patting and coaxing people.

Whether it was from crying herself to exhaustion or from vomiting, Su Nanqin nestled in the other person's arms and quickly fell asleep again.

Lu Fang looked at the person in his arms, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, but whose face was still pale.

He sighed silently.

Su Nanqin is such a worry; he's constantly on his mind.

He was clearly such a powerful and perfect person, so powerful that countless people in the capital were fascinated by him and willing to submit to him.

Lu Fang held the slender waist of the person in his arms, but suddenly had the illusion that he was holding a porcelain doll.

It was as if the person in his arms would shatter if he wasn't careful.

It's not surprising that he got so angry with Su Nanqin yesterday and this morning.

That's just how Su Nanqin is; it's like if you don't keep an eye on him for a moment, something alarming will always happen the next second.

Lu Fang was too worried. This huge worry about not being able to control the person made him a little flustered. He could only put on a stern face and try to intimidate the other party.

Just like teaching Lu Danyu and Wei Chi a lesson, it's always better to sternly intimidate them before anything goes wrong than to regret it afterward.

Lu Fang looked at the person in his arms who had fallen into a deep sleep from the fright.

He always knew that Su Nanqin was different from Wei Chi and the others; he was sensitive and delicate.

But he had no better option than to keep a straight face.

But seeing Su Nanqin's reaction today, he suddenly realized that perhaps he shouldn't have scared the other person like that.