I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

"It seems that I guessed it right." He Lanchen leaned against the bedside in disappointment.

Wen Wan pinched the strap of the canvas bag. It was a wise choice to keep her distance from him. Why would she be unhappy when she saw him frustrated?

"You can't get used to the hospital food."

She tried to get him to let down his guard through habits.

He Lanchen didn't want to force Wen Wan. Considering what he did wrong last time, he decided to let her go back and rest.

"Go back! There are many bacteria in the hospital. As for the unpalatable food, I will ask Wei Ming to buy it outside." He said.

Facing He Lanchen's sudden release, Wen Wan couldn't believe what she heard.

"I'm leaving."

She mustered up the courage to say the last word.

He Lanchen waved to Wen Wan, "The driver is waiting for you downstairs."

When she turned around, he reluctantly held her little hand, his eyes full of pleading.

Like a homeless waif.

Wen Wan sighed, but this time she didn't rush to pull away his hand, "You have a stomachache, I'll go home and make you some porridge first."

He Lanchen got her compromise and immediately took advantage of it.

"Is it the same as the porridge you made this morning?" He waited for her answer longingly.

Wen Wan remembered that He Lanchen was worth hundreds of billions. If he wanted to drink porridge, what kind of porridge could he not buy?

Why do you stick to her?

"So, I have to go back as soon as possible. If I go late, your stomach will be too hungry."

Only then did Wen Wan pull away He Lanchen's big hand.

How great would it be if I could hold hands with him for the rest of my life?

Unfortunately, their marriage has expired in name only.

He Lanchen calmed down all his emotions and stared deeply at her fair and tender side face with his dark eyes, "Then I'll wait for you to come back."

"Ah."

Wen Wan walked out of the ward carrying her bag.

He Lanchen's mood improved visibly.

Wen Wan was stopped by Qiao Jianguo as she walked out of the ward. She thought she had made it clear to him last time that the Qiao family was really unyielding for Qiu Yiyi.

"Mr. Qiao, please give way." Wen Wan stepped back.

Qiao Jianguo struggled internally. If Wen Wan was his long-lost biological daughter, then he shouldn't speak too harshly to her.

In order not to arouse Wen Wan's suspicion, Qiao Jianguo tried to keep a straight face and spoke in a tone that was obviously gentler than last time.

"Ms. Wen, is Lanchen hospitalized?" he asked her.

Wen Wan thought Qiao Jianguo came here to cause trouble for her, but she didn't expect that he was asking He Lanchen.

"Well, Mr. He has a stomachache."

Wen Wan believed that the Qiao family and the He family were going to get married, and told Qiao Jianguo that He Lanchen's condition should be fine.

Hearing this, Qiao Jianguo frowned, "Is it serious?"

She suddenly felt that Qiao Jianguo today was very kind, like an uncle she had known for many years.

If her biological father had not abandoned her, maybe the role of father should be someone like Qiao Jianguo, right?

"The condition is stable now. If Mr. Qiao wants to visit, just go forward and turn left and there is the third room." Wen Wan gave him directions and spoke with great patience.

Qiao Jianguo stared at the side of her face. Wen Wan's eyebrows were more beautiful than when his wife was young. He thought that there was a fifty percent chance that the woman in front of him was his biological daughter, and he couldn't restrain his excitement.

"Thank you."

He thanked her naturally.

Wen Wan raised her eyes flattered, "You're welcome."

She thought of He Lanchen still waiting for her to cook the porridge, and kept walking forward without stopping.

When Wen Wan passed by Qiao Jianguo, he reached out and pulled off her hair. This move was clearly seen by Shao Jinyuan who was not far away.

Qiao Jianguo took out a handkerchief and wrapped it in Wen Wan's hair. He wanted to investigate privately and didn't want to alarm anyone in the Qiao family.

It won’t be too late to let everyone know when the results come out.

When Wen Wan returned to the villa, she went into the kitchen to make porridge for He Lanchen. During this period, she went upstairs to change a set of clothes and accidentally spilled oil while cooking.

After changing clothes and going downstairs, Wen Wan walked out of the villa carrying a thermos.

Returning to the hospital ward again, she pushed the door open and went in. He Lanchen happened to close the cupboard door and turned around hurriedly when he heard footsteps.

Seeing Wen Wan's face, he quickly buttoned the cupboard.

Why is he so mysterious? It seemed like the scene where she was caught doing bad things.

"You made porridge for me, and what other delicious things did you cook?"

He Lanchen took the thermos flask from her hand expectantly.

Wen Wan pulled the movable table and poured a basin of cold water on He Lanchen. "I cooked the porridge, and the servants cooked the vegetables."

The man who was opening the lid of the thermos pot suddenly turned dim when he heard that Wen Wan had not cooked the food himself.

"Then I'll drink plain porridge." He sat down glumly.

Wen Wan was both angry and funny, so she helped him fill up the porridge and served it to him.

"If you don't eat vegetables and just drink porridge, your mouth will taste bad."

She wanted to say that the dishes were also fried by herself.

Seeing He Lanchen enjoying plain porridge, she suddenly felt that it was worth enduring the nausea caused by the fumes in the kitchen.

"Even if you cook it yourself, it won't be delicious." He glanced at the dish of vegetables that looked good with disgust.

Wen Wan habitually added wolfberry seeds when frying vegetables. He Lanchen was unsure and took another look at the dish, and finally decided to taste it himself.

After He Lanchen finished the food, he looked at Wen Wan in surprise, "You lied to me, you prepared these yourself."

Wen Wan seemed to have an illusion that he could be happy because of a meal she prepared personally.

"I have been cooking for the past three years, and most of the time what I cooked for you was thrown into the trash can." She recalled her three years of empty-nest marriage, and she didn't spend much time with He Lanchen.

He put down the bowls and chopsticks, stood up and hugged her into his arms.

"From now on, except for socializing, I will go home to eat every day. I will eat whatever you do."

He Lanchen pictured his future life in his mind.

There are pictures of Wen Wan in life, and there are also fireworks belonging to them.

His words made Wen Wan fall into melancholy.

There is no possibility of repairing their marriage. Divorce is inevitable sooner or later, so why should he bother with it?

"He Lanchen, what else do you want to eat tomorrow?" Wen Wan tried her best to satisfy his request.

He Lanchen hugged her and refused to let go, "I hope you can stay with me tonight."

Wen Wan glanced at the narrow hospital bed and gently opened his arm.

"I can't sleep in the hospital bed." She declined He Lanchen's invitation.

Qiu Yiyi also lives in the hospital. Without her presence, their meeting will become more harmonious.

"Then I'll go back to the villa with you to sleep after dinner."

He Lanchen was like a willful child, hugging Wen Wan and not letting go.

Wen Wan stood there, keeping a distance from He Lanchen, looking calmly into his dark eyes, "Young Master He, after the drama has been going on for a long time, you have become involved."

He Lanchen's disguise was exposed by her, and he returned to his usual aloof and arrogant self.

"I thought my acting skills were perfect."

He said confidently.