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Huo Sicheng possessed a pair of narrow, slender eyes, reminiscent of deep, dark springs within a cave, their depths as impenetrable as pitch-black pools.

When confronted with Gu Qingcheng’s inquiry, his thin lips tensed and words eluded him.

The grip of Huo Sicheng’s hand around hers tightened, signaling his discontent to Gu Qingcheng.

“What’s the matter?” she inquired again, feeling compelled to dig deeper into the issue at hand.

Without uttering a word, Huo Sicheng maintained his silence.

Observing his unresponsiveness, Gu Qingcheng chose not to press further, recognizing the futility of her inquiries.

After all, attempting to extract information from him when he chose to remain silent proved to be an exercise in futility.

She resorted to opening a webpage to catch up on current events. Among the top trending topics, aside from the Peach Blossom Cup incident, an extraordinary subject emerged: “Qi Shaoze’s Proposal to Gu Qingcheng.”

The doctor attending to Huo Sicheng adopted a deferential tone, “Mr. Huo, your injuries are quite severe. If you must cleanse yourself, consider using a damp cloth. Refrain from water contact for at least a week.”

Huo Sicheng’s colorless lips parted slightly, delivering a quiet command,

“Leave.”

The physician promptly exited the room, leaving Huo Sicheng and Gu Qingcheng in solitude. As Gu Qingcheng immersed herself in her phone, Huo Sicheng’s frustration surged.

Even in his weakened state, her attention remained absorbed by her device rather than him.

“Is it truly that engrossing?” His voice pierced the silence as he addressed her, his irritation breaking the quietude. When she failed to react, he gritted his teeth and asserted, “Gu Qingcheng!”

She turned her focus to him upon hearing her name, meeting his gaze as irritation flickered within his eyes. Swiftly, she questioned, “What’s wrong? Are you in pain? The doc—”

Her words halted abruptly, her realization that the doctor had exited mid-sentence.

A dry chuckle escaped Huo Sicheng as he witnessed Gu Qingcheng’s swift shift in attention. He averted his gaze, his voice chilling, “Leave.”

Sensing her mistake, Gu Qingcheng swiftly grasped that her absorbed phone usage had irked Huo Sicheng. She neither possessed patience for nor indulged in placating others.

However, for Huo Sicheng, she willingly assumed the role of appeaser.

Surveying Huo Sicheng’s now-empty hand and sensing the absence of his warmth and grip, she couldn’t ignore the discomfort this brought.

Rising to her feet, she placed her phone onto the table and approached Huo Sicheng’s bedside. She squatted down, her voice laced with a playful tone, “My dear hubby is upset. How can I remedy his anger?”

In response, Huo Sicheng’s stern countenance softened somewhat as he gazed at Gu Qingcheng’s captivating visage. Nonetheless, his frustration remained present, causing him to avert his gaze once again.

Gu Qingcheng discerned the depth of her misstep. Rather than pacing between the table and the bed, she rose, cradling Huo Sicheng’s face in her hands.

“Hubby, are you truly upset?” She held his gaze, inviting him to peer into her eyes. “I was only reading the news. The top trends are all about the Peach

Blossom Cup incident. I was merely engrossed in reading. Don’t be angry.”

Huo Sicheng raised his hand, gently removing Gu Qingcheng’s hands from his face. His chilly demeanor remained intact as he uttered in a frigid tone, “You needn’t explain your actions to me. I have no desire to know. Now, leave and allow me to rest undisturbed.”

Within Gu Qingcheng’s world, only Huo Sicheng could incite her to relinquish her pride. Despite her reluctance, she would bend for him.

Yet, his response wasn’t the surrender she anticipated; instead, he presented her with a cold shoulder, intensifying her vexation.

“If you want me to leave, I’ll gladly oblige!” Her frustration ignited, “Don’t think your protection and subsequent injuries will sway me into pampering you! I’m leaving now, and no amount of begging will compel me to return! The next time I encounter you, I’ll be as indifferent as a dog!”

As Gu Qingcheng stormed out without glancing back, Huo Sicheng observed her departure, his irritation intact.

At that very moment, Gu Qingcheng crossed the room’s threshold and slammed the door behind her.

Witnessing her display at the door, Chu Yu, who stood nearby, surmised that she and Huo Sicheng had engaged in yet another disagreement.

With caution, he ventured, “Madam…”

“Madam what?” Gu Qingcheng’s ire flared, “Don’t address me as madam!” Chu Yu dared not respond further.

Gu Qingcheng progressed away, her realization that she had lost her bearings marking the passage of time. The day waned, leaving her famished and sore, her weakened body reminding her of the strain she had endured.

Spotting a male servant in passing, she inquired, “Where is the kitchen?”

In Huo Sicheng’s abode, female presence only emerged if they held significance to him, not as mere provocations for Gu Qingcheng.

This indicated the importance of any woman within his sphere, a fact well understood by the male servant who respectfully replied, “Please follow me.”

Guided to the kitchen, Gu Qingcheng’s anger gradually dissipated. Equipped with everything she required, she prepared a selection of light dishes and arranged them upon a tray.

Hungry herself, she could only imagine the toll Huo Sicheng’s injuries had taken on his body.

Upon reaching Huo Sicheng’s room, she noticed the male servant’s anxious countenance. Seeking clarification, she inquired, “What’s happening?”

“Mr. Huo has declined dinner,” the servant promptly informed her, casting a worried glance at the tray she carried. He added, “Madam, please speak with Mr. Huo. Given his condition, skipping meals is unwise.”

Understanding the situation, Gu Qingcheng refrained from comment. She set the tray aside and approached Huo Sicheng, who was engrossed in his paperwork despite his numerous injuries.

Unmindful of his own well-being, he diligently attended to his work, displaying his characteristic dedication.

“Darling…” Chu Yu, sensing Gu Qingcheng’s arrival, began to speak but swiftly clamped his mouth shut, aware of her potential reproach.

Huo Sicheng’s body tensed imperceptibly, his focus fixed on the documents before him. He seemed oblivious to his injuries, sitting upright at his desk.

Gu Qingcheng exchanged a meaningful glance with Chu Yu, prompting him to exit discreetly.

Placing the tray of food by her side, Gu Qingcheng playfully addressed Huo Sicheng, “Refusing to eat when you’re wounded? It appears you’re determined to starve yourself and experience a canine reincarnation.”

Huo Sicheng’s expression remained frosty. Ignoring her, he concentrated on the documents before him, his voice laden with a dry chuckle, “Who said they would never see me again and would turn into a dog?”

A flutter of agitation coursed through Gu Qingcheng.

Of all the retorts, he had chosen to echo her own words back at her.

Her outburst had been a product of her anger, not an expectation that he would turn the words against her.

Did he truly believe he could mock her without a response?

She wouldn’t be swayed by his maneuvers.

“Woof, woof, woof, woof,” she barked playfully, taking a step closer and grabbing the documents from his hands. She placed the food tray in front of him, her playful imitation of a dog continuing, “Woof, woof, woof, woof.”

Huo Sicheng’s gaze bore into Gu Qingcheng’s, his eyebrow lifting slightly. Finally, he turned to fully regard her.

A triumphant smile curved Gu Qingcheng’s lips, “You thought you could outwit me, but you can’t.”

“It’s not about whether I can outwit you,” Huo Sicheng’s gaze held hers, each word enunciated distinctly. “It’s that I lack your audacity.”

Even as his voice carried a note of jest, his eyes bore into hers.

“Even if my audacity were greater, I wouldn’t subject myself to starvation for the sake of a canine reincarnation,” Gu Qingcheng responded, her resolve unwavering. She handed him a pair of chopsticks, her tone teasing, “Eat. Cease your verbal sparring and avoid testing my patience, or I’ll place the bowl on

your head.”

Huo Sicheng laid the chopsticks on the table, amusement glimmering in his eyes.. His lips curved into a playful smile as he challenged, “Do you dare?”