Nobody said that teachers at elite academies have to be heartthrobs.

Yu Fuli was closing her eyes, trying to calm her mind which had been disturbed by Jiang Yu, when the ward door was gently pushed open again.

Jiang Yu turned around at the sound and saw that the person was carrying an exquisite multi-tiered food box. She raised an eyebrow and naturally reached out to take it: "Perfect timing, the food is here."

He picked up the food box, turned around, and walked back to the bedside, completely ignoring Yu Fuli's indifferent expression that seemed to say, "Why didn't you leave?" He placed the food box on the bedside table and opened the lid.

Immediately, an enticing aroma of food filled the ward.

The top layer is a thick, golden millet porridge, accompanied by several refreshing side dishes. The middle layer consists of delicate pastries, and the bottom layer appears to be a soup.

It's clearly a carefully prepared meal, suitable for the patient's recovery.

"Teacher Yu, don't be angry."

Jiang Yu gently stirred the still steaming porridge with a spoon, her tone sounding like she was coaxing someone, "Food is essential for life. You've been up all night and injured, you need to eat something to recover quickly."

He placed the bowl of porridge in front of Yu Fuli, steam rising from it. Seeing that Yu Fuli still had her eyes closed and showed no intention of taking it, Jiang Yu wasn't in a hurry. He simply stood by the bed with the bowl in his hand and lazily added, "If you don't want to eat by yourself, I don't mind helping you with your mouth."

He deliberately emphasized the last two words, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over Yu Fuli's pale lips.

Yu Fuli's temples throbbed.

He finally understood that reasoning with Jiang Yu and giving him attitude were useless; this young master simply wouldn't listen. Instead, he would only take advantage of the situation and make things even more awkward.

He opened his eyes, glanced coldly at Jiang Yu, and then looked at the bowl of fragrant porridge.

Reason told him that he did need to replenish his energy.

Emotionally, he didn't want to accept anything Jiang Yu brought.

But continuing the stalemate is clearly unwise.

Finally, Yu Fuli stretched out her hand, her tone curt: "I'll do it myself."

Watching Jiang Yu move the bowl away as if it were perfectly normal, his hand froze in mid-air, and his temples twitched slightly.

"That won't do," Jiang Yu shook her head, looking as if she had considered everything carefully. "You still have an IV drip in your hand. Moving around would cause the needle to dislodge, which would be too much trouble."

He spoke in a grand and dignified manner, but his eyes gleamed with an undisguised slyness.

Before Yu Fuli could object, he had already scooped up a spoonful of perfectly cooked millet porridge, brought it to his lips, and solemnly blew on it before steadily handing it to Yu Fuli's lips. His other hand even subconsciously supported the spoon from below to prevent it from dripping.

"Come on," he leaned slightly forward, his voice low and slow, with a deliberate, chilling tenderness, like coaxing a child, "open your mouth, ah—"

The spoon almost touched Yu Fuli's lips, and the warm aroma of rice mixed with Jiang Yu's faint, somewhat aggressive scent wafted over.

Yu Fuli stared at the spoon that was right in front of her, then looked up at Jiang Yu's handsome face that seemed to say "What can you do to me?" She felt a surge of anger rush to her head, and her temples throbbed even more violently.

The scene was so absurd that he wanted to sneer.

But he knew that if he went head-to-head with Jiang Yu, he would most likely end up getting angry and dying, while the other party would be enjoying it.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the churning anger in her heart, Yu Fuli ultimately said nothing, only opening her mouth slightly with a blank expression and an almost numb sense of compromise.

The spoon was easily inserted, and the warm porridge slid down my throat.

The taste is indeed very good.

Jiang Yu put the spoon away with satisfaction, then scooped up another spoonful and continued his self-directed and self-acted act of caring for others.

Yu Fuli swallowed mechanically, her eyes vacant, as if she were not eating porridge, but enduring some task that she had to complete.

There was only one thought in my mind:

Let's finish this meal quickly.

And Jiang Yu was truly one of the most incomprehensible challenges in his teaching career.

Yu Fuli was fed several spoonfuls by Jiang Yu. Although she was still feeling frustrated, she had to admit that Jiang Yu's feeding technique was surprisingly skilled.

The spoon was handed to him at just the right angle, not too deep and not too close to his lips. The timing and force of the blowing were also just right. The temperature of the porridge was always just right. Even when he was swallowing, Jiang Yu would pause slightly, intentionally or unintentionally, and feed him the next spoonful after he swallowed.

This meticulous and thoughtful manner is completely unlike that of a top-tier tycoon's son who has never lifted a finger and has been pampered by servants since childhood.

It's as if they're always taking care of people.

Yu Fuli, puzzled, took a moment to look up at Jiang Yu while swallowing a mouthful of porridge and voiced her question: "You're quite skilled at feeding me?"

Jiang Yu was scooping up the next spoonful of porridge when he heard this, he paused for a moment, then resumed his nonchalant manner, handing the spoon over and replying casually, "Ah, this..."

He said casually, "When I was little, the nanny was a bit negligent and didn't feed me. After going hungry a few times, I had to find my own way to eat, and I gradually got used to it."

Upon hearing this, Yu Fuli felt only absurdity.

Would the young master of the Jiang family, one of the empire's top conglomerates, go hungry because of a moment's negligence on the part of his nanny?

Do they even have to find their own way to eat?

That's a lie.

Families like the Jiang family are heavily guarded, have numerous servants, and follow rules that are almost harsh.

Let alone letting the heir go hungry, even if the temperature of the food or the nutritional balance is slightly off, the person in charge will probably be in deep trouble.

How could such a basic oversight occur?

He glanced at Jiang Yu's profile, which still held a playful smile, and assumed that the man was just spouting nonsense again, using such a clumsy excuse to brush off or tease him. He didn't delve into it further and refocused his attention on finishing the meal as soon as possible.

However, the moment Yu Fuli looked away, the usual frivolous smile in Jiang Yu's eyes faded for a moment, replaced by a fleeting, cold indifference.

His movements as he fed the baby remained steady and fluid, as if his earlier comment about the nanny's negligence was just a trivial joke.

Some truths, when cloaked in jokes, seem all the more enigmatic.

Just like the flawless feeding skills Jiang Yu is displaying at this moment, what lies hidden behind them is far more than the relaxed and casual childhood memories he speaks of.

However, Yu Fuli is currently exhausted, both physically and mentally, and has no intention of exploring the story behind this problem student.

He just wanted to end this uncomfortable care as soon as possible and get some peace and quiet.

After finishing the bowl of porridge, Jiang Yu carefully fed Yu Fuli side dishes and snacks, his movements always methodical. Only when he was sure that Yu Fuli really couldn't eat anymore did he put down his utensils, take out a tissue, and very naturally try to wipe his mouth.

Yu Fuli turned her head away and took the tissue herself.

Jiang Yu smiled and didn't insist.

After this meal, Yu Fuli's anger subsided considerably, and she even developed a slightly different opinion of Jiang Yu. Putting aside his frivolous words and unpredictable actions, just looking at his meticulous care and thoughtful selection of food, if this young master could put his mind to the right things, such as listening attentively in class and abiding by school rules, perhaps he wouldn't be so troublesome.

Little did he know that if Jiang Yu were to see what he was thinking, this young master would probably burst out laughing on the spot.

Jiang Yu was pampered and waited on hand and foot since childhood. When would he ever need to remember to bring food for others? And what would he know about what a patient's meal should be like?

The reason he was able to bring this well-matched, steaming hot food here was simply because Wen Qiaoan had taken some time before the surgery to call him, briefly telling him that Yu Fuli and the others had an accident and were hospitalized, and instructing him to order the meals he specified from his usual private chef, and then have the food delivered to Yu Fuli's ward.

He was just doing a errand on the way, and incidentally had some other ideas, experiencing the fun of feeding people for himself.

As for whether the food is suitable and whether the care is adequate?

That was all something Wen Qiaoan had planned in advance.

Jiang Yu was merely someone who used others' work to curry favor and enjoyed adding his own twisted sense of humor to it.