Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Zhou Chiye stood in front of the sink washing dishes.

The tall man, standing at 1.95 meters, was squeezed to the edge of the table.

The water was splashing loudly.

As soon as Jiang Li picked up the rag, he grabbed her wrist.

"Your sister's wound shouldn't get wet. Go sit in the living room."

Leave this to me. I'll pack the soup and we'll take it to the hospital together.

He pushed the person out of the kitchen, then turned around and took out the thermos.

His tall figure was squeezed between the cabinet and the countertop. When he bent over to ladle soup, his vest was stretched taut by his shoulders and back.

Jiang Li stood at the kitchen doorway, smiling as she praised him:

"Ono is becoming more and more sensible. Whoever marries you in the future will definitely be blessed."

The ladle struck the rim of the bucket with a crisp sound.

Zhou Chiye, with his back to her, asked in a muffled voice, "Does my sister think I'm suitable for marriage?"

"Of course, I can cook and take care of people."

"So, does your older sister like this?"

He tightened the lid of the bucket, turned to look at her, and the beauty mark under his right eye held a hint of expectation.

Jiang Li blinked, pretending not to understand: "Everyone will like it, right?"

[Tongzi, this isn't learning to cook, it's aiming to become an outstanding student in a men's virtue class.]

"Honey, he even asked about the post-marital assessment."

Give him two more days, and I reckon it'll be time for you to inspect it.

On the way to the hospital, Zhou Chiye carried a thermos in one hand and fruit in the other.

The hospital was crowded.

When I stepped into the elevator, it was so crowded that there was hardly any room to stand.

Zhou Chiye frowned slightly and took half a step forward.

He used his broad back to completely encircle Jiang Li in the corner of the elevator.

Beneath the black sleeveless sports vest, the powerful muscles of her upper arms could be faintly seen brushing against Jiang Li's shoulders.

The cool, refreshing scent of mint, so characteristic of teenagers, hit me like a tidal wave.

Jiang Li's legs went weak; the wild hormones of a young man were too strong.

Being completely enveloped by the tall, 1.95-meter-tall boy in the narrow space, it was hard not to feel your heart racing.

[System, help! I can't hold back anymore!]

Jiang Li's mind was filled with pink bubbles.

On the surface, it still had its big, round eyes wide open, obediently staying in the corner without moving.

The system's mechanical voice was full of excitement:

Honey, calm down.

You're so delicate and fragrant right now, his reaction is probably even more obvious than yours.

Look how many times his Adam's apple has rolled around.

Jiang Li turned her head slightly and secretly looked up.

Zhou Chiye's gaze was lowered.

The dog's dark, deep eyes were fixed intently on her face, and the tiny beauty mark under her right eye shone with an inexplicable warmth when the light shone on it.

She felt her face burning and looked away, pretending to stare at the elevator floor numbers.

"bite"

The elevator finally arrived at the floor, and the two carried their belongings toward the ward.

The ward door was not closed, and the aroma of food wafted out as soon as the two of them reached the door.

Xu Qingyu stood by the bed and opened the lunchbox layer by layer. The lunchbox was well-balanced with meat and vegetables, and even the soup was served into small bowls.

Zhou Yanchuan leaned against the headboard and naturally took the spoon that Xu Qingyu handed him, first scooping up a spoonful of soup to taste it.

"The flavor is a bit bland today, is it alright for you?"

"Perfect."

Zhou Yanchuan looked at him: "You have to go to the company in the morning, don't bother yourself every day."

Xu Qingyu spread a napkin on the side of the bed:

"The shop is near the company. I came here to deliver some documents and just wanted to pick up a copy on the way."

Zhou's mother sat on the other side, watching with a face full of satisfaction:

"Xiao Xu is indeed meticulous. With an assistant like you, Yan Chuan can save a lot of trouble at work."

Zhou Chiye stopped outside the door, his gaze sweeping over the lunchbox on the table.

My older brother was injured and hospitalized; my parents are with him in the ward.

When did it become an assistant's turn to bring food?

Even with subordinates who started the business together, this boundary has clearly been crossed.

Zhou Chiye turned his head and looked at Jiang Li beside him with a complicated expression.

The girl stood there quietly, her bright, lively eyes gazing at the scene in the room.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with clear confusion.

It seems they completely failed to grasp the sticky, undercurrents within.

They're too easy to fool.

A sudden surge of intense irritation welled up in Zhou Chiye's heart, accompanied by a possessive desire to hide her away.

Zhou Chiye went directly into the ward.

"Brother, it seems we're late; you've already started eating."

Zhou's mother quickly waved:

"Ono, Korin, come in quickly. You actually made soup?"

Zhou Chiye put down the thermos and stepped aside to let Jiang Li go first.

Xu Qingyu tidied the table to make room for the two of them.

My gaze moved from his arm to Jiang Li's face, and then I saw him pull out a chair for her.

Zhou Yanchuan finished the soup in his bowl before smiling at Jiang Li:

"Actually, you don't need to make this long trip every day, your home isn't close to here."

Little Pear, you've worked so hard.

Jiang Li sat up straight, her eyebrows curving into a smile: "It's not hard work, Xiao Ye did it all. I just washed a few vegetables."

"What happened to your hand?"

Zhou Yanchuan noticed the band-aid on her index finger.

"The vegetable got scratched while washing it, but it's been fixed."

Xu Qingyu also looked over.

Just as Zhou Yanchuan was about to ask another question, Xu Qingyu took the soup bowl from his hand.

Their eyes met, and the politeness between Zhou Yanchuan's brows disappeared, even his voice became more relaxed.

"Leave it there, you can sit for a while too."

Zhou Chiye leaned against the table, taking in the scene.

The older brother treats Jiang Li gently, but there's always a distance between them, like he's treating a younger sister who needs care.

Xu Qingyu handed him just one bowl, and his expression changed.

He used to be too lazy to care about the people around his brother, but now, looking at them, everything about them seems strange.

Why should his sister, whom he cherishes so much and wants to treat like a precious gem, be treated so casually by her brother?

Zhou's mother took a sip of the chicken soup and beamed with joy:

"It tastes good. Our little Nozomi has grown up and can even make soup for her older brother now."

Hearing the elders' praise, Zhou Chiye took two steps closer to Jiang Li from behind.

The boy's extremely tall and muscular body leaned slightly against the girl's soft shoulder beside him.

He lowered his head, his long, thick, dark eyelashes drooping, and said with a smile:

"It's all thanks to my older sister's excellent teaching. I'm very clumsy; without her watching over me, I would have almost burned through the oil pan."

The reliance and dependence in his words were almost undisguised.

"To encourage me, my sister ate all the burnt food."

Jiang Li hurriedly tugged at his sleeve: "No way, don't talk nonsense."

He leaned closer to her, his eyes sparkling with a smile:

"Sister is right, I remembered it wrong."

When I get home tonight, I'll cook you a meal to make it up to you.

These words elicited various thoughts from the people in the ward.

Zhou's mother just smiled and scolded him for being cheeky, taking it as a sign that her brother-in-law and sister-in-law had a good relationship.

Zhou Yanchuan frowned slightly, seemingly feeling that his younger brother's words were somewhat disrespectful.

But because her parents were present, she didn't say much.

Only Xu Qingyu, who was standing in the corner, keenly sensed that something was wrong.

He glanced at Zhou Chiye.

The boy was leaning lazily against the back of the chair, one long leg casually stretched out, his arm draped over the back of the chair.

It's like an unconscious act of reserving a spot, or perhaps a kind of declaration.

Xu Qingyu withdrew his gaze, a vague unease welling up inside him.

The way this younger brother looks at his sister-in-law seems a bit off.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong; maybe it was just that the child was being clingy.

After delivering the soup, Zhou Chiye did not stay any longer.

He picked up the empty bucket, made an excuse to go back and prepare dinner, and left the ward with Jiang Li.