Only gentle with you alone

  Tang Jiji half-opened her eyes and struggled to prop herself up, patting her face to wake up her consciousness. She knew with her toes that she was definitely in the Shen residence at this moment.

  Hmph, Shen Nanxiao is getting more and more presumptuous towards her too!

  Her throat was parched, and her hand unconsciously grabbed the cup on the bedside table, gulping down a mouthful. Strangely, the water temperature was warm, and as it flowed into her throat, it soothed a lot of swelling pain.

  Tang Jiji couldn't help but smile slightly: "Shen Nanxiao still has some humanity." As she put the cup back on the table, her gaze fell on a blue Post-it note stuck to her palm, and the extremely casual font made her smile again.

  Ji Ji, after waking up, drink a glass of water and then come find me in the kitchen.

  How did Shen Nan know that every time she fainted, the first thing she wanted to do was drink a cup of warm water? Knowing oneself and knowing others is the key to winning every battle. This sentence should be applied to him instead.

  Tang Ji walked down from the second floor to the first floor and saw Mr. and Mrs. Shen having breakfast on the large dining table in the spacious front hall.

  Tang Jiji hadn't seen Shen Yangdong much since the Tang family went bankrupt. Now, it was probably their first meeting after a long separation.

  Shen Yangdong sat at one end of the round table, sipping milk and flipping through the newspaper to browse today's news. Although Mingming was approaching 49 years old, his face had only added a few more vicissitudes, but his handsome appearance was undiminished from his youth, with a melancholy air about him that bore some resemblance to Shen Nanxian.

  Zhuang Yu Bei saw Tang Ji Ji and hastily beckoned her over. "Ji Ji, how are you now? Do you feel a bit better?"

  Tang Jiji walked over with a slight smile: "Aunt Shen, thank you for your concern. With all of you taking care of me like this, I've naturally gotten much better."

  Zhuang Yu looked at her still somewhat pale face, his tone full of heartache. "Ji Ji, you have to take your medicine well recently, these years Northern Aunt always felt that your body needs nourishment."

  "There's still..." Zhuang Yu Bei's gaze fell gently on her, "Auntie Bei treats you as if you were her own daughter, so from now on, still call me Auntie Bei."

  Tang Ji opened her mouth, but hesitated and stopped, nodding lightly instead.

  Shen Yang Dong finally folded the newspaper and put it aside, his gaze met Tang Ji Ji's. His usually serious face was now warm and gentle. "Ji Ji, I really haven't seen you in a long time. Every time you come, I'm not here. Why don't you stay at Shen's residence for these few days? Besides, Ah Dou has already called your classmate to ask for leave."

  Tang Jiji could only smile slightly: "Uncle, then I'll rest here for two days."

  Shen Yang Dong had always been someone she didn't have a good impression of. In the past, when the Shen family was going through a decline, Shen Yang Dong's gaze towards her and his words to her were always cold as ice. But now, unexpectedly warm, it really made her feel quite ironic.

  Is it guilt? Do you all feel like you owe me... Tang Jiji's thoughts flashed by, and he opened his mouth: "Then... Northern Aunt, Shen Nan said to let me go to the kitchen to find him, you guys eat slowly."

  Shen Yangdong nodded, and Zhuang Yubei couldn't help but laugh with a flirtatious expression.

  Tang Jiji leaned against the kitchen door, staring motionlessly at Shen Nanxiao's figure. He was wearing a blue-checked apron, and with a serious expression, he was cooking eggs and white rice porridge like a husband working hard for his little wife, his face soft and gentle.

  Tang Jiji's hands were again clenched into fists, and she was sweating profusely. She knew that if the scene before her eyes were to be witnessed by a group of girls from Nan Da, they would go crazy with surprise at the fact that Shen Nan, who had been pampered since childhood, would actually cook in person.

  In an instant, her waist was lightly encircled by someone, and Shen Nanxiao didn't know when he had walked over to wrap his arms around her from behind. His slender fingers gently wandered through her hair, gently tidying up her disheveled locks.

  Tang Jiji was almost surrounded by him and couldn't move, so he lowered his voice and said: "Shen Nanxiao! Don't be reckless, what if your parents see it?"

  "They will see and rejoice at our love." Shen Nanxiao's voice whispered in her ear, causing her heartbeat to skip a beat once again.

  "Who's being affectionate with you? I don't have any relationship with you!" Tang Jiji said angrily, but felt her waist relax as Shen Nanxiao suddenly let go of her.

  "Tang Ji, I have a recording of our conversation that day on my phone." Shen Nan raised an eyebrow and glanced at her.

  "Heh, is that so? I'll go drink some congee first." Tang Jiji smiled wryly and changed the subject again, walking over to the small stove and picking up a bowl of rice porridge to drink on his own. The next second, he let out a startled cry and put down the bowl. "Ow... it's too hot, it burned my tongue..."