My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 64 You still have some conscience

While taking care of Tan Haoyu, Zhu Ziqing noticed that many of the daily necessities in the ward exuded luxury.

From his finely crafted pajamas to his imported high-end grooming products, everything about him proclaimed his wealthy background.

Zhu Ziqing couldn't help but ask, "Just who are you? Judging from this setup, you're no ordinary person."

Tan Haoyu replied casually, "Me? I just do some business abroad."

Zhu Ziqing scoffed, "It's that simple? I don't believe it."

Tan Haoyu didn't argue with her any further.

Changing the subject, she patted the bedside again: "Don't stand there, sit down and help me get some food."

Zhu Ziqing's eyes widened, and she pointed to his right hand: "There's nothing wrong with your right hand, so just pinch it yourself."

Tan Haoyu said in a serious tone, "I usually eat with my left hand, and it's inconvenient for me to do this while I'm getting an injection."

Zhu Ziqing rolled her eyes at his obviously undamaged right hand: "Do you think I'm stupid? You eat with your left hand? Nobody would believe that."

Although she saw through Tan Haoyu's lie, Zhu Ziqing ultimately couldn't persuade him otherwise.

So, gritting her teeth, she decided to tolerate his unreasonable demand and angrily walked to the bedside and sat down.

Looking up, I saw the table laden with dishes, mostly Hunan cuisine, including chopped chili fish head, spicy chicken, and pounded chili with preserved egg...

Each dish was bright red, glistening with oil, and had a wonderfully fragrant aroma.

But Zhu Ziqing frowned. These spicy and heavily flavored foods were not suitable for a patient whose high fever had just subsided.

Her gaze swept across the table.

Finally, he placed his gaze on a bowl of red rice porridge and looked at Tan Haoyu suspiciously: "Can you drink this porridge?"

Tan Haoyu looked at her with a half-smile: "This porridge wasn't prepared for me."

Zhu Ziqing was even more confused: "If it's not for you, then who is it for?"

Tan Haoyu leaned slightly closer to her, his warm breath brushing against her ear: "This is for you, you silly girl. I know you like Hunan cuisine, so I specially asked Aunt Liu to make it and send it over."

Zhu Ziqing was completely stunned, her eyes wide with surprise: "For me? You... how did you know I like Hunan cuisine?"

For a moment, she felt a mix of emotions, her feelings surging like waves, including surprise, gratitude, and a touch of inexplicable shyness.

The resentment that had been building up because of Tan Haoyu's unreasonable demands had largely dissipated.

Tan Haoyu's words were simple, yet they conveyed a touch of care.

Like a gentle breeze, it instantly swept away the gloom in Zhu Ziqing's heart.

She never imagined that Tan Haoyu, while in the hospital, suffering from illness, would still be concerned about whether she had eaten.

Zhu Ziqing's eyes reddened slightly, and her heart felt warm.

A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips as she gently picked up the lunchbox and muttered softly, "At least you still have some conscience."

After saying that, he made a move to open the lunchbox, his eyes brimming with undisguised joy.

These subtle interactions quietly reveal the unspoken care and tacit understanding between the two.

Zhu Ziqing sat by Tan Haoyu's bedside, her stomach rumbling every now and then.

From morning till now, all she could think about was Tan Haoyu's illness, and she was so anxious that she lost her appetite for breakfast.

I was planning to visit him in the hospital after I finished my work, but I was swamped with all sorts of things at the company.

Lunchtime was delayed again and again, and now it's finally here.

She was so hungry that her stomach was practically sticking to her back, and she was completely exhausted.

Now, Zhu Ziqing didn't care about elegance anymore; she picked up her lunchbox and prepared to wolf down her food.

After taking only a couple of bites, Tan Haoyu's slightly amused voice came from behind: "How long have you been starving? It's like you haven't eaten for days."

Tan Haoyu's deep eyes were fixed on Zhu Ziqing, revealing undisguised concern.

Seeing her eating in such a disheveled state, he frowned slightly and said in a low and gentle voice, "Why did you make yourself like this? Did you suffer some injustice outside? Tell me, and I'll get revenge for you."

Although the second half of the sentence sounded like a joke, the serious look in his eyes made Zhu Ziqing's heart tremble.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ziqing paused, her eyes instantly welling up with tears. In her heart, she kept shouting: "Isn't it you who made me suffer?!" The cold rejection he gave her this morning still stung her heart.

But the words were on the tip of her tongue, and she gritted her teeth and swallowed them back.

He simply shook his head slightly and said in a muffled voice, "It's nothing, I'm fine."

Just then, a crisp knock on the door broke the slightly heavy atmosphere. "Come in."

Tan Haoyu responded, and the door slowly opened.

Liu Meili walked in gracefully, wearing high heels and carrying a stack of documents.

She walked straight up to Tan Haoyu, bowed slightly, and said in fluent English, "Mr. Tan, these are urgent documents regarding the acquisition, which require your signature as soon as possible."

Tan Haoyu took the document and quickly browsed through it, occasionally exchanging details with Liu Meili in English.

Zhu Ziqing listened from the side, completely bewildered; the English words came out like a machine gun.

She could only barely catch a few keywords like "acquisition" and "shares," and couldn't join the conversation at all.

A short while later, Tan Haoyu signed the document neatly and handed it back to Liu Meili.

Liu Meili smiled politely, turned around and quickly left.

Tan Haoyu had just breathed a sigh of relief when his gaze swept across the table and he noticed the rather simple insulated box on the coffee table.

"What's inside this insulated box you brought?" Tan Haoyu asked with interest, pointing to the insulated box.

Zhu Ziqing blushed, unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes with her hands, and stammered, "I... I just made something on the spot, I don't know if it suits your taste."

Actually, she was having some doubts. The insulated box was very ordinary, and the porridge was something she had hurriedly cooked herself, so it didn't look very appealing.

Tan Haoyu is used to a refined lifestyle and probably wouldn't be interested in such things.

Under Tan Haoyu's intense gaze.

She finally gave in and confessed softly, "I made you sweet potato porridge. I thought you just recovered from your fever and should eat something light..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tan Haoyu's expression darkened slightly, and he said seriously, "From now on, you are not allowed to make decisions for me. Whatever you do, I am willing to try, understand?"

Tan Haoyu leaned forward slightly, staring into Zhu Ziqing's eyes, and pretended to be angry, saying, "You don't trust me, do you think I won't even eat what you make?"

Zhu Ziqing was filled with remorse, her head almost buried in her chest. She hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I will definitely ask for your opinion first in the future and will never make decisions on my own again."

Looking at Zhu Ziqing's pitiful and apologetic appearance, Tan Haoyu couldn't help but smile.

He felt both annoyed and amused, and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, go get me some porridge."

Zhu Ziqing felt like she had been granted a pardon. She quickly got up, opened the thermos, and while ladling out the porridge, she muttered, "This sweet potato porridge... my cooking skills are so-so, it might be a little bitter..."