I Want Only You

These words were dripping with sarcasm.

"Are you really still not eating?"

Sheng Xiangsi widened her almond-shaped eyes in disbelief and blinked a few times. "Seriously? Yao Leyi came to see her 'benefactor' first thing in the morning and came empty-handed? Tsk tsk, she's really in the wrong then."

Sarcasm? She could play that game too.

"Why are you yelling at me? What obligation do I have to bring you breakfast? First, you didn't get hurt for my sake. Second, I'm not your maid!"

"Sheng Xiangsi!"

Her sharp retort left Fu Hanjiang speechless, his pale face turning a shade of green. He threw himself back on the bed, gritting his teeth in frustration. "Fine, go ahead with the infusion! If I die, so be it! No one cares anyway!"

He directed these words at the nurse.

The nurse, standing awkwardly at the door, said, "Miss Sheng, this... we can't proceed like this. Perhaps I'll come back later?"

She hurried away from the tense atmosphere. After all, dealing with someone like Fu Hanjiang was risky; the hospital couldn't afford any mishaps.

"Miss Sheng."

The door hadn't even closed when the caretaker rushed in.

Since Fu Hanjiang was hospitalized, the Fu family had naturally hired a caretaker. The caretaker had stepped out briefly to take Fu Hanjiang's clothes to be washed.

He pointed to the dining table. "Breakfast was delivered early, but Mr. Fu insisted on waiting for you before eating. You see..."

What a piece of work.

"Alright, I got it." Sheng Xiangsi nodded, not taking it out on the caretaker. "You can go about your tasks."

"Okay."

She glanced at the man on the bed, then walked to the dining table and opened the thermal food container.

The porridge was cooked to a soft, sticky consistency, with a glistening layer of rice oil on top, accompanied by some seasonal side dishes.

Sheng Xiangsi filled a small bowl and brought it to the bedside.

"Have some porridge. You need it before your infusion."

But Mr. Fu lay there, back to her, silent and unresponsive, as if he hadn't heard.

Sheng Xiangsi raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Are you going to eat or not?"

Still no response from Mr. Fu.

"Heh."

Sheng Xiangsi couldn't help but laugh. "Enough of this. Your body is your own. If you starve yourself or have an infusion on an empty stomach and something goes wrong, I'm not the one who'll feel guilty or heartbroken."

Her patience was wearing thin. "Fine, don't eat then."

She stood up with the bowl, done with playing along.

"Sheng Xiangsi!"

Mr. Fu finally reacted, suddenly turning over and grabbing her wrist.

His eyes locked onto hers, his face dark with anger. "Are you trying to infuriate me?"

Sheng Xiangsi had no interest in arguing. "I don't know what to do with you. Should I get Yao Leyi for you?"

"Sheng Xiangsi!"

Fu Hanjiang ground his teeth, his voice deep and furious. "I don't want anyone else. I want only you!"

"Oh." Sheng Xiangsi glanced at him, feeling no emotion. "So, are you going to eat or not?"

"Yes, I'll eat... ugh!"

As Fu Hanjiang tried to sit up, he strained his wounds, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Sheng Xiangsi had no choice but to set the bowl down, help him sit up, and arrange two pillows behind him.

"Alright."

She picked up the bowl again and brought a spoonful of porridge to his mouth.

Fu Hanjiang opened his mouth to take it, his face immediately contorting in discomfort. "Hot! Blow on it."

He waited for Sheng Xiangsi to cool it down for him.

Sheng Xiangsi: ...

"Mr. Fu, you're twenty-eight years old, not eight."

Even an eight-year-old knows how to blow on their food. Her three-year-old nephew can do it.

"So will you blow on it or not?"

Mr. Fu glanced at her. "Even if I'm thirty-eight, I want you to blow on it! Otherwise, I won't eat!"

Just bear with it.

Sheng Xiangsi sighed inwardly and blew on the porridge to cool it down. "Here, it shouldn't burn your mouth now."

"Okay." Fu Hanjiang took the spoonful.

This time it wasn't too hot, but he still wasn't satisfied. "It doesn't taste good."

Sheng Xiangsi resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Just eat some, even if it's not great. It's late, and you still have your morning treatment."

Fu Hanjiang didn't respond, just looked at her.

Sheng Xiangsi gave in. "What do you want to eat?"

"I want your steamed pears." Fu Hanjiang mumbled.

"Alright." Sheng Xiangsi coaxed him like a child. "Finish the porridge first, and you'll have steamed pears this afternoon."

"Okay."

Fu Hanjiang smiled contentedly.

Once he finished eating, the nurse came in to administer his IV. Sheng Xiangsi prepared to return to Silver Beach.

Given the situation, it looked like she'd have to stay and keep watch for the next few days.

Despite having a caretaker, Fu Hanjiang only wanted her to bring him tea or water.

When she mentioned leaving, Rong Zheng immediately offered to drive her.

Sheng Xiangsi knew he feared she wouldn't return. "Thank you."

As they left, Fu Hanjiang had fallen asleep under the influence of his medication.

On the way back to Silver Beach, Sheng Xiangsi called the maid. "It's me. Could you please buy some pears and steam them?"

By the time she arrived, the maid was already busy.

Sheng Xiangsi packed her things, including the steamed pears Mr. Fu had requested.

Returning to the hospital, Fu Hanjiang had just woken up. The nurse was flushing his IV line.

Not seeing Sheng Xiangsi upon waking, his brows furrowed with latent irritation, but before he could vent, Sheng Xiangsi walked in, carrying a suitcase.

"Xiangsi!"

"Awake?"

She spoke as she walked to the closet and quickly came back out.

Approaching the bed, she felt Fu Hanjiang's forehead.

"Still a bit warm, but better than this morning."

Having had surgery, a slight fever was normal for a couple of days.

Sheng Xiangsi got him a glass of water. "Drink some water. The doctor said you need to stay hydrated."

"Okay." Fu Hanjiang leaned against the headboard and drank half the glass from her hand.

"By the way."

Sheng Xiangsi put the glass down and asked, "Are you hungry now? The steamed pears are ready. Do you want some?"

Fu Hanjiang's eyes lit up, and he smiled. "Of course, I do."

"Wait a moment."

Sheng Xiangsi turned and brought the steamed pears from the dining area, placing them in front of him. "Here, they're still warm."

"Great."

Fu Hanjiang lifted the lid off the steamed pears, but his expression immediately changed.

He didn't say anything, just took a spoonful and confirmed his suspicion after tasting it.

Frowning, he looked at Sheng Xiangsi. "You didn't make these, did you?"

"What's wrong?"

Seeing his look of distaste, Sheng Xiangsi glanced at the bowl and realized the issue.

She had meant to put Sichuan fritillary powder in the pears, but the maid had used honey instead.

"Oh. Honey isn't as good as Sichuan fritillary powder, but you're not coughing now, so it's just for the taste. It's the same."

The same? How could it be the same?

Fu Hanjiang felt a surge of frustration. He didn't care about the pears. What he wanted was her effort and care!

He had specifically asked for her steamed pears because he wanted them made by her!

He threw the spoon and pushed the bowl away, glaring at Sheng Xiangsi. "You're brushing me off with this?"