Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 3: If You Can Fake It, I’ll Disgust You to Death

Approaching the bedside, Lyu Juncheng extended his hand and prodded Yu Xinyan several times: "Xinyan, wake up."

Yu Xinyan truly had no wish to open her eyes and confront this scumbag at this moment. Yet, considering that inevitable matters couldn't be dodged, she reluctantly opened them.

Right then, Sister Tian entered the room: "Oh, Juncheng is here, you must have rushed over right after getting off work, look at how anxious you are."

Sensing Yu Xinyan hadn't settled down yet, Sister Tian aimed to speak favorably for Lyu Juncheng, eager for the pair to patch things up quickly and spare her the weariness of constant shuttling.

Lyu Juncheng grasped Sister Tian's kind intentions perfectly, so he chimed in: "The production tasks have been heavy lately, really couldn’t take leave, but I’ve been thinking about Xinyan. So I came over right after work."

Sister Tian approached carrying an aluminum lunch box, smiling as she spoke: "It’s right to care about her. Your wife was wronged this time, it’s only proper that you’re concerned."

Lyu Juncheng appeared sincere: "Yes, yes, yes, this time Xiangyang indeed did wrong, but he’s just a kid, and I’ve already reprimanded him harshly."

Without the memories from her prior life or those overheard words in the medical staff’s duty room moments ago, his performance might have fooled her. This man excels at pretense, sustaining it endlessly—it's utterly revolting.

Sister Tian stepped forward, passing the lunch box to Lyu Juncheng: "Since you’re here, spend more time with your wife. I’ll go back to take care of some things and come back later for the lunch box."

She reckoned Lyu Juncheng only had his lunch hour available, so granting the couple privacy made sense. Moreover, numerous chores piled up waiting for her at home.

Yu Xinyan offered Sister Tian a weak smile: "I’m really troubling you, Sister Tian."

Ever direct, Sister Tian responded: "No need to be polite, we’ll have long days of getting along in the future. You eat first, I’ll head back now."

The moment Sister Tian departed, Lyu Juncheng set the lunch box down on the bedside table, a subtle flicker of scorn in his eyes: "You heard it, I came during my lunch break. Time is limited, I need to go check on the kids too.

Sister Tian’s cooking is quite good. I sent some meat over this morning, eat more and replenish your strength. The house really can’t do without someone, if there’s nothing serious, you can be discharged early so I can work with peace of mind."

Yu Xinyan inwardly scoffed lightly, reining in her inner loathing: "I’m feeling very dizzy, a bit nauseous, and not very well overall.

No need to worry about me, the doctor said with some rest and care, I’ll be fine."

Go on pretending; I'll make sure it churns your gut.

Lyu Juncheng's brow creased faintly. Was that my point?

This woman is truly overstepping.

Yu Xinyan wished to rid herself of his irritating presence: "It’s getting late, you go ahead and do your work, no need to worry about me here."

Lyu Juncheng seethed inwardly, nearly bursting with suppressed anger—he'd just consulted the doctor, confirming her injury wasn't severe enough to prevent discharge, but this stubborn woman missed his implication entirely. She'd even finished high school; had all that reading dulled her wits?

Yet, with his son being the one who unintentionally caused the harm, he couldn't be too direct, merely grumbling: "Then I’ll go, take good care and get discharged soon."

Watching Lyu Juncheng exit, Yu Xinyan at last propped herself up and uncovered the aluminum lunch box by the bed.

The meal truly looked tempting: meat-fried dried radish shreds, green onion tofu stir-fry, a sunny egg, along with mixed coarse-grain rice—wow, quite the expense indeed.