C201 Not your fault

"You Chen, tell me, what happened?" Song Jiayin asked him with furrowed brows. As she spoke, her head became dizzy again, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on her.

What had happened to her?

"Yinyin, are you sure you want to know?" Gong Yichen's grave and stern face was covered with a layer of haze, the color in his eyes deepened as he looked at her face and asked.

Song Jiayin nodded heavily, her eyes staring straight at him. Gong Yichen sighed, and the scene that just happened surfaced in her mind, her heart was blocked as she said in a low voice: "Before I boarded the plane, I called you, but no one answered. I was worried that something would happen to you at home, so I rushed back. Pushing the door open and seeing Wu Zihao treat you... "

After saying that, Gong Yichen paused and did not continue any further. His thin lips pressed down into a line.

"What did he do to me?" Song Jiayin's long eyelashes trembled as she nervously asked.

"He wanted to rape you when you were unconscious." Gong Yichen tried his best to sound calm, but he couldn't help but clench his fists as a cold look surfaced in his eyes.

Song Jiayin's face grew paler and paler by an inch. His lips trembled as he muttered in astonishment, "How could … how could he do such a thing to me …" In his memory, Wu Zihao was not such a despicable person, what made him become like this?

"I saw it with my own eyes." Gong Yichen emphasized his words, every word seemed to have been forced out of his throat, "Yinyin, do you still remember how you fell asleep?"

What Gong Yichen did not understand was that Song Jiayin had good defense and was wary of him, so how could he let him do it so easily?

"Sleep?" Song Jiayin frowned as she thought back to what happened in the afternoon. "After I drank the milk that the old granny brought, I felt dizzy and went upstairs to sleep. Could it be that it was because of that cup of milk?"

"It should be that old granny who has a problem. When I came back, I did not see her there." Gong Yichen said with a assured tone, and his locked eyebrows gradually loosened.

"Ah?" "Really?" Song Jiayin was slightly shocked, her eyes suddenly drooped down, and her clean face revealed a slight sadness, "Sorry, I shouldn't have trusted others so easily, I almost …"

Gong Yichen reached out and pulled her into his embrace, warm embrace tightly wrapping around her. Song Jiayin's face was close to his chest.

"It's not your fault. If someone wanted to harm you, they would have naturally chosen this moment to do so. From now on, your goodwill only applies to those who care about you. As for the others, you don't need to bother about them. " His low, hoarse voice sounded especially gentle in the room.

"Yes." Song Jiayin softly replied. Her thick palm caressing her smooth black hair, she asked: "Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat. "

"Sure, I want to eat your Egg Fried Rice." Song Jiayin moved her face away from his firm chest, and her lips curved into a faint smile.

Gong Yichen laughed heartily, stood up and said to her: "Then wait obediently in your room for me."

"No, I want to go to the kitchen with you." After Song Jiayin finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to get off the bed to put on her slippers.

Gong Yichen laughed helplessly, then bent down and personally helped her put on her shoes. He awkwardly sat on the side of the bed, and lowered his head, staring blankly at the man's meticulous actions as he helped him put on his shoes.

Gong Yichen was truly a good man, especially towards her, to the point where he was meticulous.

The two of them held hands as they walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Gong Yichen took off his apron and tied it to his body.

It was so harmonious that it looked like a newlywed couple. A happy smile formed on Song Jiayin's lips as she stood beside Gong Yichen and asked: "Do you need my help?"

"No need. Wait outside the living room for a while. It will be very boring to stand here and watch." As Gong Yichen said this, he opened the egg he took out from the fridge and mixed it into a clear glass bowl.

Song Jiayin asked curiously, "You, do you cook often?" The company was so busy, how could he have time to cook for herself?

"Sometimes, I don't like the dishes cooked by the family's chef." Gong Yichen placed the beaten egg to the side, and fished out the washed vegetables from the sink and laid them out flat on the table. In his hands was a bright knife, his actions of slicing the vegetables was very efficient and the knife made clacking sounds as it came in contact with the board.

"You still hire him for cooking?" With Gong Yichen's personality, from the company to the servants in the house, the requirements were extremely strict.

He opened fire and prepared to cook the Egg Fried Rice. Then, he replied to her indifferently, "He cooks a first-rate Western cuisine. It tastes like Chinese cuisine."

As the oil in the wok gradually grew hotter, Gong Yichen poured the eggs inside, stir-fried them and added some rice and vegetables. Then, he sprinkled some mayonnaise and seaweed on top of it before scooping a plate out.

The kitchen was filled with fragrance, Gong Yichen walked to Song Jiayin's side and said, "Let's go."

"Yes." Song Jiayin followed him to the dining hall. A plate of Egg-Fried Rice was placed in front of them, and a fragrant smell wafted into her nose. Initially, she did not feel hungry, but upon seeing the plate of Egg-Fried Rice, she felt hungry.

Song Jiayin picked up her spoon and scooped up a big mouthful of rice into her mouth.

"Eat slower." Gong Yichen poured a cup of water and placed it in front of him. He then placed a cup of black coffee beside him and took a sip.

"Want some?" Song Jiayin smiled and asked. Gong Yichen put down the cup and said as a matter of fact, "Feed me."

Song Jiayin happily placed the spoon next to his mouth. Gong Yichen's eyes were warm. Ye Zichen looked at her face in confusion, as if she wasn't the one eating the Egg Fried Rice.

There was still half of the plate of Egg-Fried Rice left. Gong Yichen sat on the sofa with Song Jiayin and was watching TV, a comedy movie was being broadcasted on TV. When Song Jiayin thought about what Gong Yichen had said, no matter how funny the story was, she could not laugh at all.

"Chen." Song Jiayin called out his name softly. Her black eyes were like gems under the light of the lamp.

"Hmm?" Gong Yichen asked with lowered eyes as he embraced her.

"Who did it? Is it Wu Zihao? "It was because he wanted to take revenge on me that he …" Song Jiayin frowned, he was feeling even more downcast, and did not dare to continue thinking.

Gong Yichen held her in his arms, his chin lightly pressed against the top of her hair as he smelled the faint fragrance that belonged to her.

"I will investigate this matter clearly. Don't think too much into it, I won't allow this to happen again in the future." Gong Yichen's charming voice made people feel at ease, causing Song Jiayin to obediently nod her head.

"It's getting late, let's go upstairs and sleep." After Gong Yichen finished speaking, he carried Song Jiayin and walked upstairs.

Gong Yichen laid Song Jiayin on the bed. Get in and lie down on it yourself.

Song Jiayin laid in his embrace, pillow against his arm, and body. Although his body was tired, it didn't have the slightest bit of sleepiness.