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Chapter 8

Thinking of this, Sun Shuya's face became gloomy. If he could not force Xiang Han to leave before the company faces its crisis, it will not be him who will solve it with Lu Ze.

It seems that he needs to find out what happened in the bar that night and what happened to Zhao Handong. That man had been calm for too long, staying silent was really not his style.

That's right, Zhao Handong always hated Lu Ze. As long as it is anything owned by Lu Ze, he will want to destroy it. If Zhao Handong knows how concerned Lu Ze was about Xiang Han, perhaps... he wouldn't even need to move his hands.

Despite knowing that after being targetted by Zhao Handong, that madman, his end will not be good, Sun Shuya can only apologize to Xiang Han in his heart. Lu Ze should have been his, he will not give up like before and give his people away.

When Lu Ze returned home, he smelt a strange ... smell after opening the door. Changing his shoes and walking into the living room, he saw Xiang Han sitting on the sofa cross-legged. He was holding an oily carton in one hand and a bamboo stick in the other. He did not know what he was eating.

Lu Ze quietly approached and when he saw the dark object inside, his face became as dark as it. He immediately took it and toss it into the trash.

Xiang Han was unprepared and stared at him in a daze. By the time he recovered, his beloved fried smelly tofu[1] had already become one with the garbage.

He flew into a rage: "Why did you throw my food away? I bought that with my own money!"

"How many times have I told you? You shouldn't eat fried food because of your weak stomach. And look at what kind of stuff you eat. Is this something people can smell?" Lu Ze's anger was no less than his.

Xiang Han took a deep breath and then said, "There's not much smell ah and it's delicious."

Lu Ze was simply about to collapse and gritted his teeth: "Open the window." He couldn't stay in this room for one more second.

Xiang Han felt very wronged. Obviously, it was him who threw his food away.

After opening the window, he directly returned to the room with his pillow. But after ten minutes in bed, he couldn't help but sit up again: [Little nine, don't you think he is too much?]

System: [But sir, this is the target's home. The food you were eating had a strong smell, it is normal for the target to be unhappy."

Xiang Han became silent and after a few moments, asked weakly: [is it really that smelly?] Even if it was unpleasant, couldn't he just tell him? Did he have to snatch it from him and throw it away?

[Mr. Xiang, you are only here to promote the feelings between him and the protagonist. Why should you care what he thinks?] The system was very puzzled.

Xiang Han was also stunned and after a short while, said: [That's right, why should I care?] After saying this, he pulled his quilt over his head and fell asleep.

For his safety, Lu Ze did not allow Xiang Han to cook. After he finished preparing the food and saw that Xiang Han was still asleep, he ate by himself.

After dinner, he directly went back into his room to work. By the time he was done, it was already early in the morning. He went into the kitchen to take a look. Seeing there was no change in the amount of porridge, he could not help but some frown.

Although he did not call Xiang Han to eat, he did not expect the other person to not eat until now. Lu Ze was a little worried and subconsciously walked towards Xiang Han room.

In the middle of the night, Xiang Han's stomach had begun to hurt again and had wrapped himself in his quilt.

Lu Ze saw that his face was white from the pain, his forehead full of sweat that made his hair damp and felt distressed. Touching his face, Lu Ze asked, "Does it hurt badly? Have you taken your medicine? Forget it, put on something first and we'll go to the hospital."

After he finished, he went straight to the closet to search for clothes. Xiang Han took a while to process what was just said, "No need, no need, I already took the medicine, it should stop hurting soon." The main thing was that the system had just checked and told him that he should be fine after taking the medicine.

Lu Ze was not assured and in the end, still dragged him to the hospital. This time, he was not hospitalized, but the two men received several cold glares from the doctors.

When they went back home, Xiang Han yawned tiredly and couldn't help but complain: "I already said there was no need but you still..."

"Be Quiet." Lu Ze was also suppressing his anger. All that he had done was for whom? This heartless little white-eyed wolf[2]!

End of Chapter 8

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[1] smelly tofu: a popular snack in Asia usually found at night markets. It is fermented tofu with strong odor. You either hate it or like it. 

[2] White-eyed wolf is a term to describe somebody who is ungrateful