CHAPTER 119: TURNING ANGER INTO APPETITE

Thinking to herself, if Bai Chenyao weren’t so bossy, cold, and almost inhuman, he was actually not too bad to her in some ways at certain times.

Of course, tossing her to those four scumbags is absolutely unforgivable!

Thinking of this, Gu Tiantian’s heart, which had been somewhat calm, turned cold instantly.

She’s waiting for the day she and Bai Chenyao will each go their own way.

Having washed up, changed clothes, and combed her hair, Gu Tiantian finally came out of the bathroom.

Bai Chenyao was already sitting on the sofa. On the coffee table in front of the sofa were four or five small lunch boxes, the lids opened, and the aroma of the food wafting through the air.

The strong smell of chicken soup instantly attracted Gu Tiantian, and she walked over quickly.

"Come here!"

Bai Chenyao looked at Gu Tiantian about to sit across from him, and spoke coldly.

Gu Tiantian was slightly taken aback, instinctively wanting to retort, but seeing Bai Chenyao’s eyes that brooked no refusal, she cursed him a hundred times in her mind before walking over to him.

Fine!

Once again, she was held in the arms of this egomaniac, sitting on his lap.

She’s not a three-year-old child, does she really need to be held like this?

Holding her is one thing!

But does he have to feed her like this almost every meal?

Without Bai Chenyao, there’s no way she would have gorged herself into acute gastroenteritis!

The more she thought about it, the worse she felt, but in front of Bai Chenyao, Gu Tiantian couldn’t express any of it.

In the end, she could only turn her anger into appetite and gulp down the soup and porridge.

When she wanted to continue eating, she found Bai Chenyao had already pushed his bowl away, so she also put down her chopsticks and soup spoon.

"Do you want to call the doctor again?"

The icy cold voice was void of any emotion.

But those deep, dark eyes held unabashed contempt and mockery.

Gu Tiantian: ...

Damn it... I just want to turn into a little puppy and pounce on him, bite his throat, and watch him meet his end!

"Hmm, I’m full!"

The imagination was rich, but reality was too stark.

She was indeed full, and she had eaten a bit fast earlier; although she wasn’t stuffed, her stomach was still very fragile.

Noticing Bai Chenyao still looking at her, Gu Tiantian quickly lifted her head and gave him a cute, goofy smile.

"A Yao, can I be discharged today?"

Acute gastroenteritis, she couldn’t feel any more pain now; she should be almost recovered, right?

"I don’t mind soaking you in formalin right now!"

Bai Chenyao’s voice was icy and biting, devoid of any trace of warmth.

It even carried a hint of warning.

Gu Tiantian knew that if she really planned to be discharged today, she wouldn’t make it back home, nor would she end up at Bai Chenyao’s villa; she would genuinely be soaked in formalin as a specimen, waiting for those hospital interns to dissect come anatomy class!

That scene was so chillingly brutal it couldn’t be more beautiful!

She shivered inexplicably and then smiled again.

"A Yao, I was just casually asking. Whenever you think I should be discharged, I’ll be discharged then!"

Bai Chenyao didn’t even glance at her, leaving her sitting on the sofa as he stood up.

The super VIP hospital room had two bedrooms and a living room, and Bai Chenyao had slept in the adjacent room last night.

Watching Bai Chenyao enter the next room, Gu Tiantian pouted.

When Bai Chenyao came out again, she noticed he had put on a black suit jacket; he was already a model for clothes, and with his cold, handsome face, he looked tall, magnificent, and indescribably attractive.

However, Gu Tiantian knew this man was inhumane, so she only glanced at him before looking away.

More precisely, she forced herself to look away.

Bai Chenyao seemed to have no intention of talking to her. Dressed up, he left the hospital room.

[Eight Young Master suddenly remembered, today is May 1st... Happy holidays to everyone, have fun going out, and of course, stay safe, ha, after all, the weather is nice on May 1st, and there are quite a few people traveling, so take care, guys. Yep, Eight Young Master is diligently typing at home...]