CHAPTER 245: CHAPTER 242: OKAY, I AGREE TO YOUR REQUEST

All night, Lin Yixun stayed outside the ICU. The hospital’s heating system was turned up high, but she felt colder than ever before.

The attending physician had already issued her the final warning. If they couldn’t find a matching kidney source, Lin’s mother could only last for a month at most.

"Alright, I understand. Thank you, doctor! I’ll find a way!"

She couldn’t bear to watch her mother die in front of her, so she had to give up her love with Ouyang Hao. She first called Ouyang Che; the phone was given to her by his bodyguard when she got out of the car, and she had kept it.

Deep down, she knew all along that this was the only path she could take.

"Mr. Ouyang, I agree, but you have to keep your word."

On the other end, a man’s low voice sounded, "Miss Lin, rest assured, those documents are safe with me. Besides, even if you don’t trust me, do you think you have a second option?"

Lin Yixun smiled self-deprecatingly. Ouyang Che was right, even if he broke his word, what could she do? She had no way to fight him at all.

By the afternoon of the next day, Lin’s mother finally escaped life-threatening danger and was transferred from the ICU to a regular ward.

Lin Yixun couldn’t let her mother stay in the hospital alone, so when she went out, she told the caregiver auntie, "Auntie, I have to go out for a bit. Please take care of my mom, and if there’s an emergency, call me immediately."

"Alright, go ahead. I’m here, no worries."

Lin Yixun took a car back to her residential area and bought fresh vegetables and ribs at the supermarket downstairs. Although she had worked as a domestic assistant for a few months, she wasn’t good at many dishes. The only dishes Ouyang Hao didn’t complain about were radish rib soup, Mapo tofu, and minced pork with eggplant.

From washing vegetables, cutting vegetables to stir-frying and stewing soup, Lin Yixun was meticulous with every detail, and these dishes were filled with memories of her and Ouyang Hao. Each dish she made pieced together fragments of their memories...

"Mapo tofu? I hate tofu the most, didn’t you know?"

"Mr. Ouyang, tofu is rich in protein and tastes good. It’s not that bad."

"Really? Since you’ve been busy in the kitchen half the day, I’ll spare you my face. Hmm... It’s alright."

...

"Hmm, this radish rib soup is so-so, just barely acceptable to my taste. What are you standing there doing? Want to be a statue? Hurry and sit down to eat with me."

...

"What do you want to eat tonight, Mr. Ouyang?"

"Just a steak."

"This... I might not control the heat well."

"You can make sushi, right?"

"I... haven’t learned Japanese cuisine."

"Forget it, forget it. Just make your specialties, but this time, besides that soup and Mapo tofu, add one or two more dishes."

"How about minced pork with eggplant?"

"Alright, alright, as long as you don’t starve me to death, anything’s fine!"

...

Thinking of the past, Lin Yixun felt both like crying and laughing. Actually, apart from his bad temper, Ouyang Hao had always been accommodating to her.

Perhaps the range hood was too old, Lin Yixun felt her eyes stung from the smoke. She laughed and laughed, then tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.

"Ouyang Hao, you’re so perfect, how can I ever hold on to you?"