Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1137 - 1141: Thank You, Yao

This woman is utterly foolish; trailing behind him would inevitably invite a torrent of difficulties. Moreover, she possesses the habit of shouldering all burdens, suppressing any grievances and enduring them silently. How did such a glutton for punishment end up by his side?

"I'm so sorry, I truly am!" Her apologies tumble out in rapid succession, a flicker of apprehension dancing in her clear eyes. "Yao, thank you for the ointment. I'll go fetch the dishes from the kitchen now."

After receiving a soft acknowledgment from Beitang Yao, he permits her to retreat into the kitchen to retrieve the prepared meal. He, in turn, tightens the cap on the ointment jar and sets it aside, a silent vigil awaiting her return.

The image of her swollen skin flashes through his mind, his brow twitching almost imperceptibly; her complexion is as tender as a newborn's. Should such delicate skin be lightly wounded, how many days would elapse before it completely mends?

Xia Qingqian has meticulously prepared preserved egg and lean meat porridge, boiled three eggs to perfection, and warmed two cups of wholesome milk.

"Yao, I've prepared a simple breakfast for us." She is keenly aware of Beitang Yao's discerning palate, his aversion to anything greasy, yet an excessively bland taste also displeases him. Consequently, she endeavors to craft this meal with utmost care, harboring the fear that he might not favor her culinary efforts.

Furthermore, once engrossed in his work, his sole focus becomes the consumption of black coffee, completely eclipsing any thought of sustenance. Thus, she resolves to make the food appear appealing and taste even more delightful.

Her intention is not to ensnare his appetite, but rather to diligently nurture his well-being. So long as his stomach remains in good health, that is paramount.

"Sit and dine with me." Noticing the portions were precisely measured for two, his temper finds no immediate cause for eruption. Had this foolish woman neglected to prepare his share of breakfast, he might have truly unleashed his fury.

Yet, the presence of three eggs perplexes him. Is such an amount truly consumable? He has never encountered such a breakfast; his past meals have been limited to the dry, high-end company sandwiches, utterly devoid of flavor.

"I shall have a cup of milk and one egg." She smoothly positions a chair and settles down, reaching for a mug of milk and taking a delicate sip.

"Why prepare three eggs?" he inquires.

"You bear a heavier workload than anyone else, thus requiring more nourishment. When you immerse yourself in work, you tend to forget to eat." she explains softly, her fingers deftly commencing the task of peeling an egg.

The moment her words cease, an egg is revealed in its entirety, smooth and lustrous, prompting his mind to draw a parallel between her skin and the appealing egg, igniting a desire to savor its texture.

Moreover, he has never partaken in a boiled egg; her explanation reveals a genuine concern for him, a depth of sympathy that kindles an unfamiliar warmth within his heart. "Please peel the eggs for me as well."

Her egg-peeling technique is a sight to behold; he finds himself captivated by the graceful movements. He has never encountered hands so exquisitely beautiful, yet possessing the dexterity to prepare such a delectable breakfast for him.

Xia Qingqian's hand, poised to peel an egg, falters for an instant. She had just brought the egg to her lips, uncertain whether to take a bite, her brow furrowed in contemplation.

As Beitang Yao speaks, she places the egg back into the dish, retrieves another, taps it gently on the table, and proceeds to expertly remove its shell.

"Here you go, it's ready to eat." She presents him with the partially peeled egg.

He leans forward slightly, taking a bite of the egg, while Xia Qingqian instinctively extends her hand, bracing it against his chin, a fleeting apprehension that the egg might slip from his grasp.

He reaches out, takes the egg, bites into it, and murmurs softly, "Why so apprehensive? It will not fall while I am holding it." He then takes another bite of the tempting egg, observing her nervous demeanor, his heart inexplicably softening.