A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

Meng Zhixue felt that this unfamiliarity was not something she was overthinking.

Eyes facing each other.

Zhou Yu's peach blossom eyes were calm and still, and he looked at her as if she were a complete stranger, exuding aloofness.

Meng Zhixue originally wanted to smile at him, but then decided against it.

Lowering her eyes, she quietly walked into the ward and placed a blue thermos on the storage cabinet next to Xie Lingfeng's bed.

"Mr. Xie, this is lunch that Sister Ju asked me to bring. Please enjoy it. I still need to deliver lunch to my wife, so I won't bother you any longer."

Xie Lingfeng subtly observed Zhou Yu, and seeing that he didn't react, casually said, "I understand, you can go now."

Meng Zhixue nodded politely and prepared to leave, but was suddenly stopped by a familiar voice.

"Hey, Meng Zhixue! You're as docile as a quail in front of Xie Lingfeng, why are you so arrogant in front of me? Are you dissatisfied because my sister doesn't pay you enough?"

When Meng Zhixue looked up, she saw Wei Hongyu's arrogant and willful face.

Besides Wei Hongyu, Wen Jueming was also in the ward, along with several other young men and women she didn't recognize sitting on the sofa; they were probably Xie Lingfeng's friends.

Surprisingly, Xie Lingfeng, such a cold and terrifying person, has quite a few friends around him. The huge VIP ward is almost full.

Not wanting to argue with Wei Hongyu, Meng Zhixue gave her a polite smile and turned to leave.

"Meng Zhixue!" Wei Hongyu rushed in front of her, blocking her way, and said aggressively, "I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"

"No, I don't." Meng Zhixue said helplessly, "I'm busy right now, can we talk later?"

"What do you mean, 'we'll talk later'? I've texted you, and you haven't replied at all!" Wei Hongyu crossed her arms and asked suspiciously, "I remember the Xie family has a housekeeper who cooks. Why are you delivering Xie Lingfeng's hospital meal today? You didn't realize you couldn't seduce Brother Zhou Yu, so you're back to eyeing the Xie family again, did you?"

Meng Zhixue suppressed the urge to punch someone and forced a smile: "No."

Wei Hongyu: "If that's not the case, why are you being so attentive?"

Meng Zhixue bit her lip and explained, "The nanny accidentally cut her hand, so she asked me to help her today."

Wei Hongyu: "You can help with the cooking, why do you have to help with delivery? Can't that nanny walk by herself?"

Meng Zhixue: "...She went to get a tetanus shot."

"So whatever I say, you'll always have something to say back, right?" Wei Hongyu said impatiently and disdainfully. "I think you're just two-faced. You talk a good game, but when you cook for Xie Lingfeng, it's a complete feast, but when you cook for Sister Xie, it's just a haphazard mess."

Hearing her words, someone jokingly urged, "Is there any discrimination? Just open the insulated container and see!"

That won't do!

Meng Zhixue's expression changed, and she subconsciously hugged the pink thermos to her chest: "Isn't that unnecessary?"

"What do you mean it's unnecessary? I think it's very necessary! You're obviously guilty!" As if she had discovered important evidence, Wei Hongyu became excited and reached out to grab the pink thermos.

Meng Zhixue looked anxious, dodging her hand while pleading for help from Zhou Yu, who was standing by the window.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yu looked at her indifferently, showing no intention of helping.

She looked at Xie Lingfeng, who was leaning against the hospital bed, hoping he would stop her, but Xie Lingfeng had a look of watching a good show on his face, clearly happy to see it happen, and was even less likely to speak up.

With nowhere to hide, the pink thermos in Meng Zhixue's hand was snatched away.

But we can't just slap Wei Hongyu to death.

Wei Hongyu held the thermos high, striking a victorious pose and smugly said, "You've got the guts to make it, but you can't let us test it? Humph, well, I'm definitely going to watch!"

Someone came to help immediately.

The two insulated containers were opened, and the food inside was taken out.

Like a culinary competition showdown, the pink and blue teams were judged in public.

The pink side: a bowl of fragrant chicken soup sprinkled with bright green scallions, a bowl of stir-fried carrots and meat cut into heart shapes, a bowl of smooth steamed egg custard, and a bowl of white rice with seaweed flakes.

A handwritten note floated out of the outer bag of the insulated container: "[Sister Xie Wei, get well soon!]"

A cute smiley face was also drawn on it.

The blue team: a bowl of chicken soup made entirely of bones, a bowl of casually stir-fried lotus root with meat, a bowl of stir-fried loofah, and a bowl of white rice.

There were no notes, let alone handwritten ones, and certainly no smiley faces.

Meng Zhixue was numb, and she smiled awkwardly, with a sense of desolation that was like being half-dead but not completely dead, or like being half-dead but not quite.

She decided to play dead.

The way people looked at her changed from strange to even stranger.

Standing by the window, Zhou Yu took a deep breath, seemingly lost in thought, but his expression was grim.

Xie Lingfeng let out a cold laugh.

Wei Hongyu was completely speechless: "You, you, you, you..."

"I cooked all the dishes according to the nanny's instructions, and according to Mr. Xie and his wife's tastes." Meng Zhixue realized what was happening and quickly tried to save face.

She trailed off, her voice involuntarily dropping a little: "It's just... I thought girls are more sensitive, and I wanted to make Sister Xie Wei feel better, so I put in a little extra effort."

I still explained it, because of the special treatment she received.

After all, the person she treated differently was Xie Lingfeng, a cruel man.

Wei Hongyu chuckled and didn't want to say anything more.

Meng Zhixue didn't want to stay any longer.

Looking around and seeing that no one seemed inclined to cause trouble, she quickly packed up the pink thermos, picked up her things, and left.

She walked away without looking back, ignoring everyone's gaze.

……

As Meng Zhixue approached Xie Wei's hospital room, she hesitated.

It's obviously too late to go back and cook a new meal now, but she feels it's disrespectful to give Xie Wei food that has already been opened.

After much deliberation, she bit her lip and walked into the ward, deciding to tell Xie Wei everything.

"You're all this because of this?" Xie Wei smiled gently, not minding at all. "Could you get my food out for me? I want to try the heart-shaped carrot stir-fry you made especially for me. It's the first time someone has ever made this for me."

Meng Zhixue blushed deeply: "Actually, they taste the same."

"But it looks beautiful," Xie Wei said with a smile. "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

Meng Zhixue smiled, feeling much better.

She discovered that Xie Wei possessed a gentle and tender charm, which she greatly admired.

Because she liked Xie Wei, she wanted to show her more care and concern.

After Xie Wei finished her meal, she couldn't help but ask, "Sister Xie Wei, where's your husband? Isn't he at the hospital with you? Did he...did he hit you today, which is why Xie Lingfeng fought with him?"

She asked very carefully, afraid that Xie Wei would find her offensive.

But to her surprise, Xie Wei blushed as soon as she asked the question.