Third Master, please restrain yourself. Our marriage is a marriage of convenience.

Qin Yuyang nodded: "Indeed, there are enough women in Kyoto who want to marry Third Brother to circle the entire city. If they knew that Third Brother was already married, I wonder how much they would cry."

Pei Jinhe pursed her red lips slightly: "Can you do me a favor?"

Yu Yang smiled and tossed his hair: "Of course I can. Just say the word, sister-in-law, and I'll go through fire and water for you."

Pei Jinhe chuckled softly, "It's not that serious. Do you know any psychologists?"

"Yes, sister-in-law, who are you going to see?" Qin Yuyang asked in confusion.

Pei Jinhe: "No, I want case studies about psychological problems."

Qin Yuyang suddenly realized: "I understand, sister-in-law, don't worry, I'll take care of this."

Cases involving psychological problems are definitely related to feeding intelligent medical robots.

Finding a psychologist was a piece of cake for him.

After all, he is friends with the world's most authoritative psychologist.

Getting some medical records is a piece of cake.

"Thank you," Pei Jinhe said gratefully.

"Why are you being so polite with me?" Qin Yuyang waved his hand. "See you tomorrow, sister-in-law."

Pei Jinhe: See you tomorrow.

.....

In the following days, Pei Jinhe was extremely busy, and when she got home at night, she was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Pei Jinhe was sound asleep when she suddenly heard a noise.

She quickly opened her eyes. The bedside lamp was on, and Shen Huaiyu was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her. The man's back was bent, and his hands supporting him on the edge of the bed were trembling slightly, as if he was in great pain.

Pei Jinhe sat up: "Shen Huaiyu, what's wrong?"

Shen Huaiyu clutched his stomach, his voice weak and hoarse: "It's nothing, just a bit of a stomachache."

Pei Jinhe hurriedly got out of bed and turned on the bedroom light. The glaring light made her squint slightly.

Shen Huaiyu's face was very pale, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Pei Jinhe squatted down in front of him and asked, "Do you have any medicine at home?"

"no."

He had only moved here less than a month ago, so naturally he hadn't prepared any medicine.

Pei Jinhe stood up and took her phone.

It's already 1 a.m., and I don't know if I can still buy medicine.

Pei Jinhe opened Meituan and searched for nearby pharmacies. Fortunately, some were still open.

She ordered medicine to treat her stomachache, and seeing the delivery fee, which was several times higher than usual, Pei Jinhe's heart bled.

God!

The delivery fee is more expensive than the medicine!

Seeing the cold sweat on Shen Huaiyu's forehead, Pei Jinhe went to the bathroom to get a towel and wet it with warm water.

The man leaned against the headboard, the cold white light shining on his face, making his already pale cheeks even paler.

Perhaps because of his illness, his cold and domineering aura subsided, adding a touch of broken beauty to his appearance.

Pei Jinhe blinked slowly a few times, a feeling of heartache welling up inexplicably in her heart.

She stood by the bed, wiping the cold sweat from Shen Huaiyu's forehead with a towel: "Did you eat dinner?"

Shen Huaiyu looked up at her. The girl had fair skin and exquisite features, like a quietly blooming hibiscus flower, beautiful and resilient.

He said, "I didn't eat much."

"I'll cook you a bowl of porridge. Drink the porridge first, then take your medicine."

After wiping his sweat, Pei Jinhe went to the kitchen to cook porridge.

She searched on Baidu for "[What kind of porridge is good for people with stomach pain]".

Pei Jinhe remembered that Aunt Wang had made soup with yam tonight, and wondered if there was any left.

I opened the storage cabinet and found one yam and some red dates left. I can put them in when I cook porridge later.

Pei Jinhe first washed and soaked the rice, then peeled the yam while wearing gloves, washed it clean, and cut it into pieces.

She followed an online tutorial to cook yam porridge.

After the water boils, simmer it in a clay pot.

Gently pushing open the door and returning to the bedroom, Shen Huaiyu heard the sound and opened his closed eyes.

Seeing Pei Jinhe, a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes.

Pei Jinhe poured a glass of water and fed it to Shen Huaiyu, saying, "Drink some hot water first."

Shen Huaiyu slowly drank the water in the cup using her hand.

The warm water seemed to ease the discomfort in my stomach a little.

Pei Jinhe frowned as she looked at his pale face: "I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow."

Shen Huaiyu: "No need, it's an old problem. I didn't eat much before drinking last night, so it flared up. As long as I eat on time, it'll be fine."

The quiet night breeds ambiguity.

Pei Jinhe felt a mix of emotions. Looking at Shen Huaiyu's weak and uncomfortable appearance, her heart felt like it was being crushed by a stone, and she felt a little sad.

Before she could figure it out, her phone rang.

The medicine has arrived.

Pei Jinhe asked the deliveryman to put the medicine in the elevator.

It's been more than half an hour, and the porridge is ready.

Pei Jinhe lifted the pot lid, and the aroma of yam mixed with the fragrance of rice wafted into the air.

The yam porridge was cooked until thick and soft, and it looked delicious.

Pei Jinhe ladled out a bowl of porridge and brought it into the bedroom along with the medicine.

Shen Huaiyu's hand was still on his stomach, and he looked very uncomfortable.

Pei Jinhe hesitated before speaking, "I'll feed you."

"Okay." Shen Huaiyu didn't stand on ceremony at all.

Pei Jinhe placed a pillow behind him so he could lean against it.

She scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and then fed it to Shen Huaiyu.

Shen Huaiyu opened his mouth and ate it. The yam melted in his mouth, soft and delicate, and very delicious.

The porridge was very hot when it was fresh out of the pot, and Pei Jinhe always had to blow on it to cool it down before feeding him.

After finishing the bowl of porridge, my stomach felt warm, and the pain seemed to have subsided.

The girl's delicate fragrance lingered in Shen Huaiyu's breath.

very familiar.

But I can't remember where I smelled it before.

"Pei Jinhe." Shen Huaiyu suddenly called her name. The man's dark phoenix eyes looked at her, his gaze burning as if he wanted to burn Pei Jinhe to ashes.

"Hmm?" Pei Jinhe looked at him in confusion.

Shen Huaiyu's lips regained some color, and he parted his thin lips slightly: "Have we met somewhere before?"

His expression was very serious; he didn't seem to be joking.

Pei Jinhe recalled: "How could that be? Our statuses are worlds apart. If Grandma hadn't chosen me as her granddaughter-in-law, we would never have met in this lifetime."

With Shen Huaiyu's looks, anyone who has seen her would never forget her.

Shen Huaiyu remained silent, his dark eyes revealing no emotion.

Pei Jinhe poured herself a glass of water and opened the medicine.

Shen Huaiyu took the medicine from her hand. The man's slightly cool fingers brushed across her palm, sending a shiver down her spine.

Pei Jinhe's heart skipped a beat, and her eyelashes fluttered twice: "Are you feeling better?"

Shen Huaiyu: "Much better."

Pei Jinhe yawned: "Let's go to sleep."

After all that fuss, she was exhausted.

As soon as the lights were turned off, Pei Jinhe fell asleep quickly.

As usual, she rolled effortlessly into Shen Huaiyu's arms, her cheek pressed against his chest.

Shen Huaiyu was not asleep; the man's slender fingers gently brushed away the stray hairs from her face.