Feng Shaojin set the dishes and chopsticks, put another bowl of porridge in front of her, pulled out the chair, and sat down beside her, "If you want to go back to Jincheng, you must first eat enough and gather some strength."
Mo Lingwei endured the grief and indignation in her heart: "Are you going to hide me in this shady courtyard and imprison me for a lifetime like before?"
Feng Shaojin's voice was indifferent, "No, give me some time, wait for me to deal with the Feng family's affairs..."
He fed a spoonful of porridge to her lips: "Eat a little."
Mo Lingwei closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again: "I can't eat."
Feng Shaojin licked his thin lips, and smiled coldly: "Can't eat? Is it because I saw me that I couldn't eat? Or, do you want to threaten me with a hunger strike?"
He slowly stirred the porridge in the bowl: "Ling Wei, I brought you back with great difficulty, and I won't just watch you starve to death. If you don't want to eat, I have ten thousand ways to feed this bowl of porridge to everyone." The way you say it, you just don’t know if you are willing to try it.”
He, Feng Shaojin, has always been a man with methods.
Mo Lingwei was so angry that she couldn't utter a word, her teeth were shaking.
Feng Shaojin didn't want her to add another layer of hatred towards him, so he calmed down, put the porridge bowl in her hand, and persuaded in a soft voice: "At least eat a little, and when you get better, you will have the strength to escape. Here, isn't it?"
He tapped his fingers on the table again and again: "As long as Mo Lingyuan's people who stay here can find you, I'll let you go, okay?"
Mo Lingwei gave him a cold look, and hummed lightly.
If Feng Shaojin could talk so easily, he wouldn't have taken her away from the train.
But what Feng Shaojin said was right, only when he was full could he gather strength to escape from here.
She looks so sick now, even if her brother and sister-in-law find her, they can't take her away.
Feng Shaojin put the porridge bowl at just the right temperature in her hand, sat a little further away from her, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.
From the corner of his eye, he stayed on her from time to time.
She eats very politely, as always, elegant and calm, even though her face is pale, her face is thin, and her face is sickly, it does not diminish her upbringing and temperament engraved in her bones.
He was also hungry, seeing her unconscious for several days, staying by his side for several days and nights, he had no appetite.
After finally waiting for her to wake up, the tense heartstrings finally relaxed.
Like wind and clouds, Feng Shaojin turned to look at Mo Lingwei after finishing her meal, seeing that she had only eaten half a bowl of clear porridge, she put down the bowl and chopsticks.
Feng Shaojin poured a glass of warm water and put it in front of her. Mo Lingwei drank most of the warm water from the glass, picked up a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his lips, and sat quietly in the wheelchair, looking at the plum blossoms outside the window.
Feng Shaojin got up, picked up the coat on the back of the chair and put it on her body, squatted down, and buttoned the cloak for her.
The warm fingertips hooked her black hair hanging down her cheeks, and put it behind her ears, staring at her for a moment.
Mo Lingwei ignored his hospitality, as if she didn't even want to look at him more.
Feng Shaojin sighed silently, stood up, and pushed the wheelchair out: "You just woke up, and I'll push you around, you can tell me what you like and what you don't like, this other courtyard is Arrange it according to your request, how about it?"
Mo Lingwei remained silent, letting him push her to the backyard.
There are large expanses of plum blossoms in the yard, which are shining brightly. When the wind blows, the white and pink petals flutter and fall.
On her black hair, on her clothes, there are lingering flower petals everywhere.
She raised her hand, broke off a branch, and stared at the plum blossom petals on it...