Reborn As the Ex-wife of the Paranoid Male Lead

For a moment, there was a dead silence in the room.

Because the window had been closed by Jian Shiwu, the smell of medicine that had been blown away by the wind before began to gradually thicken in the room, not far away from the sofa sat the elegantly poised Shen Cheng, but under Jian Shiwu's gaze, probably because his mind had been poked through, or perhaps slightly annoyed and ashamed, for the first time, Shen Cheng looked away, and spoke as if escaping. "Whatever you think."

Jian Shiwu laughed a little: "Hmm? Is that okay? Then I'll think like this."

The fact that he was facing such a Shen Cheng was actually a bit refreshing and he was happy, once upon a time he was too far away from Shen Cheng, so that ruthless and cold look was placed in mind to stand up like a tall statue, that was like a god like the Shen Cheng who was facing him from above, making himself feel scared and resistant.

"The smell of medicine is so strong inside the house." Jian Shiwu was much bolder: "Shen Cheng, are your injuries very serious?"

Because he was now seeing the real Shen Cheng, one that he hadn’t seen before, young, not so calm, and infuriated at having his tough talk poked through.

It was as if he was one of those puppies.

You see, he is also a mortal, he can be tough-mouthed, but he can also be irritated.

And such a sense of intimacy made Jian Shiwu's guts slowly grow again and he said, "Can I look at it?"

Shen Cheng's face changed slightly.

"Knock, knock, knock."

At that moment, there was a knock on the door from outside.

Someone came in gingerly, it was the family doctor, carrying the medicine box, he bowed respectfully and spoke, "Young master, it's time to change the medicine."

Shen Cheng's face regained its calm self-possession: "No, not long ago wasn’t it just changed?"

"There is a possibility of inflammation and infection in the wound, and this medicine has to be rubbed in straight away to have an effect." The doctor said, without any humbleness or condescension, "This is also what Mr.Ji ordered, if you have any doubts, I’ll call him here..."

Shen Cheng seemed a little helpless: "Change it."

If this phone call was made to Ji Yuan Sheng it would be endless, just two hours ago on learninv that he was injured. Ji Yuan Sheng called the secretary to book a ticket back to China, and under Shen Cheng's persuasion, he began to lecture again, instructing him to cooperate with the doctor's treatment.

If the doctor then goes to complain that he doesn’t want to cooperate, Ji Yuan Sheng would appear at the airport tomorrow night.

The doctor came over to Shen Cheng and said, "Please go to the bed."

Shen Cheng stood upl and looked at Jane Shiwu, who was ahead shorter than himself, and said with an expressionless face, "How long are you going to stand there?"

Jian Shiwu was puzzled, "Huh?"

"I'm going to take off my clothes and change my medicine soon." Shen Cheng was a tall man, he leaned down a little closer to Jian Shiwu, his sword eyebrows raised slightly, his magnetic voice seemed to contain ambiguity: "Is it that you want to stay and visit?"

After realizing it, Jian Shiwu's face turned red unconsciously.

Just now he seemed to be very calm, Jiam Shiwu’s momentum suddenly weakened, long eyelashes because of helplessness blinked, round big eyes seem to be suffused with shyness.

He did not know what he was imagining in his mind but Jian Shiwu in an angry tone turned towards outside: "I'm leaving! "

Shen Cheng stood where he was, watching his figure leave in a huff, the corners of his mouth curled up in a somewhat light, doting smile.

The doctor next to him: "......"

He had the privilege of witnessing the young master molesting his classmates, guilty as charged.

After Jian Shiwu came out of the room, he met Qiao An who walked up from downstairs, and the two people looked at each other for a brief moment of silence.

Qiao An was the first to explode, shouting, "You went into Shen Cheng's room!?"

Jane Shiwu's shoulders shrugged at his loud voice: "What, what's wrong?"

Qiao An sighed long and hard, lamenting, " I've never had the chance to enter his room, if you didn’t go in today, I'd have thought his room was some kind of forbidden place."

Jian hadn't really thought about it at all, but when he saw Qiao An's bitter face he laughed out loud, "Is it that exaggerated?"

Qiao An came over, "Hey, tell me about what's on the inside?"

"It's not much..." said Jian, not seeing anything unusual about it, "It's just a normal bedroom with some old stuff from junior high."

Qiao An said smoothly, "That's it?! I thought hiding it from people meant there was something precious hidde ."

Jian’s smile froze on his face, and for a moment, he felt, inexplicably, that the small things that were so insignificant in the eyes of others were really priceless to Shen Cheng?

The significance is not in the in the value of the goods themselves but in the in the owners eyes, the items that gave a special sense of feeling are not replaceable, these things have been around for ages, even if they have not kept up with the trend of the times anymore, but because they are unique to him, they are even more precious.

Jian Shiwu said, "Maybe he just doesn’t like people touching his things."

Qiao An nodded at the side and Joa Shiwu went to the parlour to sit and chat, and said, "Shen Cheng is the most territorially aware person I have ever met, and although it is not too obvious usually, he is extremely possessive of his own private things, and when he was in M country, the equipment in his room was not allowed to be touched. "

Because the conversation was about M country, Qiao An started to reveal something interesting to Jian Shiwu:.

"When he first transferred there, the whole of him was a like a bored gourd, and we were guessing if he was disabled."

"Don't look at him beinv quiet, but I didn't think he’d be able to fight, I remember one time ......"

"Have you heard of our school's Christmas 24 motion picture, the one that also made the global news program, that was designed by Shen Cheng casually."

Jian Shiwu was straight up happy: "Really? So cool!"

The two people talked openly for the first time and they had a very pleasant conversation, and slowly, with the descriptions of Qiao An, the three empty years seemed to be slowly made up for, and he began to understand what kind of life Shen Cheng had led during those years, and his original vague appearance became clearer, because the two people were so involved in talking that the doctor came out and didn't even notice.

The doctor stood behind Jian Shiwu and coughed lightly, "The medicine has already bee changed."

Jian Shiwu stopped talking, looked back at the doctor and nodded, "Is Shen Cheng okay?"

"Not life threatening if you look at it so far." The elegant doctor pushed up his glasses as he said, "There is definitely no problem with conservative treatment, it just depends on how well the young master cooperates."

Jiam Shiwu sat up from the sofa and wondered, "Shen Cheng isn’t going to cooperate?"

The doctor lowered his head and said, somewhat heavily, "That bowl of chicken soup is the only thing he’s eating at today."

?

Jane Shiwu was a little shocked.

Qiao An chimed in next to him, "Shen Cheng is very picky about what he eats, I think if it wasn’t for the fact that food is a necessary existence to sustain the life of the human body, he might have gone off the rails."

"Has he always been like that?"

It was clear that Shen Cheng hadn't shown himself to be particularly picky in junior high school.

Qiao An said, "Most of the time, you're amazing, he actually eats whatever you give him, Shiwu, I'm going to be impressed with you!"

The doctor also respected Jian Shiwu said, "You helped a lot."

Jian Shiwu was flattered, he waved his hand to show that he wasn't doing much, and then thought, "But is it really possible to just drink soup? Not even making something he likes to eat?"

Qiao An lay on the sofa saltily: "Where is his favourite food, as far as I know, I haven't seen him expressing a love for any food, if I must say..."

Qiao An and the doctor looked at each other in the eyes, in unison: "Noodles."

Jiaan Shiwu revealed his confusion, "Then just make him a bowl of noodles ah."

"You don t get it oh." Qiao An spread his hands: "He seems to have a good feeling about noodles indeed, but it doesn't matter whether they are made by the chef at home or by the five-star chef outside, even if they add abalone and sea cucumber sometimes he is not interested, he will say he doesn't like it, some noodles he can eat two bites and say he likes it, sometimes a mouthful then he doesn’t touch it again. "

Noodles?

Jiane's sluggish little head turned, and suddenly, as if somehow enlightened, he said, "What about hand-rolled noodles?"

Qiao An and the doctor both froze.

Jane Shiwu stood up and just as nothing was going on, he looked downstairs and smiled, "Where’s your kitchen, can they let us use it?"

...

The twilight was heavy, the autumn night was tinged with coolness, and because of the inflammation of his wounds, Shen Cheng's low fever was getting worse and worse, even so he was still neatly dressed, only half lying on the bed for a nap.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a knock at the door from outside.

Shen Cheng's voice was hoarse from the fever: "Come in."

Jian Shiwu walked in, holding the precious noodles, and was greeted by the strong smell of medicine in the room. Because Shen Cheng was uncomfortable with his fever, the window was opened by a little slit, and a cool breeze blew in, with the characteristic chill of autumn.

Shen Cheng turned his face sideways and saw the teenager standing at the door. So he hadn’t left yet.

Jian Shiwu put the noodle bowl on the bedside table, he sat on the side of the bed and said softly, "Shen Cheng, I have cooked noodles for you, do you want to have a meal?”

Because of his fever, Shen Cheng's head was a bit muddled, he felt like he was in a a blazing sea of fire, and Jian’s voice was like a cool breeze, giving him a moment of relief.

Sweat broke out on Shen Cheng's body, and he whispered, "You did this?"

"Mmm."

Jian Shiwu sat by his side, his big bright eyes looking at him, gentle and serious: "I guessed you didn't have an appetite, I cooked you a bowl of green vegetable noodles, I heard you didn't eat today, that's not good."

Shen Cheng pursed his lips, he wanted to say stiffly that you don't even like me what do you care about me, or to say something strong to save his lost face, but when he raised his eyes to meet Jane Shiwu's clean eyes full of concern, all the words were blocked in his throat and finally turned into a somewhat stiff sentence, "Got it. "

I don't want to see his disappointed gaze, my body subconsciously wants to say something much more honest than my brain.

Jian Shiwu saw that he didn't seem to be in a good state, and sidled over some more to ask: "Are you okay, is it a serious wound, is it uncomfortable now?"

Shen Cheng said in a light voice: "I'm fine."

Seeing him like this, Jian Shiwu didn't feel like forcing him, so he just nodded his head: "Then I'll go back."

Shen Cheng gently nodded his head and casually said, "Going home?

"No.” Jian said, "The teacher said that Annie was in shock, and I might have to visit her as soon as I’m done."

?!

Shen Cheng slowly moved his gaze out of the window to look at the sinking night, at this kind of time, at night, alone, a man and a woman, and you go visit? Thinking about this, Shen Cheng's face changed, and he was so gloomy that he almost wrote his displeasure on his face.

But Jian Shiwu still didn't seem to notice: "Then I'll go back first."

Just as he got up, a voice came from behind him, "Wait."

He turned around curiously and saw Shen Cheng, who had just been sitting quietly, slowly raised his hand, rubbed his brow, his voice a little hoarse and ‘fragile’: "Call the doctor for me."

Jian Shiwu: ??

Shen Cheng: "My back is hurting."