Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Ling Sheng stole a look and saw that the man was dressed neatly. He obviously looked like a big boss, but no matter how she looked at him, she could not help but swallow and let out a low hum.

Jun s.h.i.+yan was waiting outside and listening to the commotion inside. After a long while, she did not say anything. He knocked on the door worriedly. “Sheng Sheng?”

“Third Master.” Ling Sheng cried as she made up her mind. “My legs are weak. I can't walk anymore.”

She was going to die. She really did not have any energy left. It was as though she had been seriously ill. Or rather, as though she had been lying in bed for a few months. Her bones felt soft, and it had taken her a lot of effort to put on her pants.

Jun s.h.i.+yan pushed the door open and entered. Upon seeing the young lady, who was supporting herself by leaning against the wall, he walked over and picked her up.

Ling Sheng sniffled and looked at him pitifully. Perhaps because she was sick, her mood was especially low and she was very unreasonable. She was about to cry. “Third Master, do you think my legs are hurt? What if I can't walk in the future?”

Jun s.h.i.+yan looked at her seriously. “Then I'll be your legs from now on.”

Ling Sheng was so touched that her heart started to bubble. She looked up and held the man's face. “Third Master, can I ask you a question?”

Jun s.h.i.+yan raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded s.e.xily.

Ling Sheng asked, “Why are you so nice to me?”

Jun s.h.i.+yan laughed. “Why do you think, Madam Jun?”

Ling Sheng thought for a while and started to spout nonsense. “You must owe me from your previous life. That's why you treat me so well.”

Jun s.h.i.+yan went along with it. “Perhaps I've owed you forever. I'll have to pay my debts in every lifetime, and I'll never be able to pay you back.”

Ling Sheng thought that it must be because she was sick. She was especially unreasonable, and she even started claiming that her vegetables were either salty or bland. If they were not sour, they were sweet. She picked at every flaw. In the end, she pouted and harrumphed. “Third Master, I don't want to eat. I don't have an appet.i.te.”

Xu Xi looked at the table full of food. It had all been made by top chefs in China. Was it that disgusting? Why did Ms. Ling not want to eat anything?

“Third Master, I'll get them to cook something else.” Xu Xi got someone to remove the food.

Ling Sheng stopped him immediately and said apologetically, “There's no need to trouble yourself. I just don't have an appet.i.te.”

No matter what she ate, it did not taste right. She did not want to eat after smelling the food. She was obviously very hungry, so she might be unreasonable. She would not have been like this in the past. She was only causing others trouble.

“You can't eat anything too stimulating now.” Jun s.h.i.+yan looked at the young lady. “Why don't I cook you a bowl of noodles to see if you have an appet.i.te?”

Ling Sheng shook her head gloomily. “There's no need. I'll be fine tomorrow.”

“Xu Xi, go and make preparations. I want to use the kitchen.” Jun s.h.i.+yan looked at her gently and coaxed her. “Shall I make a bowl of egg soup?”

Ling Sheng really felt that he was treating her like a child who had thrown a tantrum. In fact, she had done no such thing. She just could not eat anymore. Perhaps it was because she was not used to the environment. “Third Master, I'm not a child.”

“I know.” Jun s.h.i.+yan stuffed a bolster into her arms and smiled. “Rest for a while. I'll be done soon.”

Upon seeing the man leave, Ling Sheng leaned against the sofa and stared at his figure. When she saw him enter the kitchen and start working, the corners of her lips curled up slightly and she smiled.

When Huo Ci's video call came, Ling Sheng's hand shook in fright, and her phone fell on the floor.