Chapter 201: The word "Dad" scared Zhu Xuan

Pei Zhuxuan felt somewhat regretful for answering according to her heart.

She just ran to the home of a man who lived alone.

Oh, it’s really the high fever that has made my head confused.

Jiang Zhaohuan also felt that the atmosphere became weird after entering the room.

After pouring a glass of warm water for Bae Joo-hyun, he started to get busy in the kitchen.

White rice porridge is not difficult for Jiang Zhaohuan.

To add a little flavor, he did not forget to prepare an egg.

Frangipani porridge only needs a little bit of salt to taste good.

For patients with fever and poor appetite, it is indeed easier to swallow than plain porridge.

Jiang Zhaohuan put his hands on his waist and stared at the rice grains tumbling in the milk pot.

He had apparently forgotten about the sandwich he had thrown in the microwave.

Kang Do-hwan, who was stirring the rice in the pot, suddenly felt something on his arm.

He turned his head in confusion and found Bae Joo-hyun appeared on his right.

"Zhao Huanxi, please put on your mask. I'm afraid I'll infect you."

Although it is just a common cold, it cannot be ruled out that it may be transmitted to others.

"Yes, Irene xi, go over there and rest. The porridge will be ready soon."

Jiang Zhaohuan put on a mask and waited until the porridge was almost cooked before pouring the egg liquid into it.

I also added a little salt for simple seasoning.

He brought the frangipani porridge to the living room, only to find that Bae Joo-hyun had fallen asleep on the sofa.

After Jiang Zhaohuan put down the porridge, he turned around and got a clean blanket.

He bent down and carefully covered her with the blanket, then patted Bae Joo-hyun's shoulder.

"Irene xi, you should eat something before going to sleep."

Bae Joo Hyun wasn't actually asleep, she just closed her eyes out of embarrassment.

So she felt what Jiang Zhaohuan did just now.

"Ne, Kang San Mida."

Bae Joo-hyun took small sips of the frangipani porridge and her stomach soon felt warm.

After finishing all the porridge, she reached out to take the cold medicine and warm water handed to her by Do Hwan.

Jiang Zhaohuan took away the empty porridge bowl and cleaned it skillfully.

After wiping the water stains on my hands, I remembered the sandwich that was still in the microwave.

He turned around for a minute, then sat on the sofa with his plate and started eating.

After taking the medicine, Bae Joo-hyun wrapped in a blanket and sat on the sofa.

She only now remembered that she had forgotten to change into her pajamas.

Fortunately, my pajamas are normal, so it’s okay to wear them out.

Jiang Zhaohuan chewed the sandwich in his mouth, thinking about what to talk about to break the awkward atmosphere.

But I couldn't figure it out no matter how hard I racked my brains.

Just when he was about to start an awkward conversation, the two of them spoke in unison in tacit understanding:
"Irene xi..."

"You should speak first."

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Jiang Zhaohuan picked up the remote control and shook it, then asked:

"Want to watch TV? There should be variety shows at this time."

"Yes, if I fall asleep later, please wake me up, Zhao Huanxi."

Jiang Zhaohuan nodded when he heard this.

But selfishly, I still hope that she can stay with me a little longer.

Bae Joo-hyun curled up on the sofa, her eyes drifting towards someone who was watching the variety show seriously.

Why did she feel happy when she was just sitting there quietly like this?

When did I start to yearn for this kind of ordinary life?

However, this peace was broken with the passage of time.

The sound of the doorbell startled the two of them.

Jiang Zhaohuan’s eyes widened. Who would come to his house at this time?
What’s even worse is that the person outside the door has already started entering the password.

Jiang Zhaohuan quickly stood up and gave Bae Zhuxuan a fierce look on the sofa, asking her to hide in the room.

But I didn't realize that I stood up too big.

He sprained his ankle and fell forward.

Pei Zhuxuan's mind was blank, and she only felt a black shadow approaching.

The weight pressing on my body and the breath spraying on my neck.

All this reminded her of the touch that lingered at the corner of her mouth that night.

Jiang Zhaohuan's reaction was still very quick. He stood up immediately after falling down.

But no matter how fast you go, you can't be faster than the person outside the door.

The tall man, still wearing a black suit, frowned slightly.

Looking at the girl wrapped in a blanket on the sofa and his son with his hands in a silly gesture of surrender.

So what's going on now?
My son has a girlfriend, but he didn’t tell me, his father?

That's right, the person who came was Jiang Zhaohuan's biological father, Song Shihe. After seeing who it was, Jiang Zhaohuan was surprised and said:
"Dad? Why are you here?"

The sudden Chinese language made Bae Joo-hyun, who was sitting on the sofa, a little confused.

But she knew the word "Dad".

Bae Joo-hyun's expression changed slightly. Could it be that the handsome uncle in front of her is Kang Do-hwan's father?
Then she really didn't know whether she should be thankful.

At least he won't tell anyone what happened today.

If it's an agent or something like that, it would probably be a lot more troublesome.

Song Shihe coughed dryly and said with an unnatural look:

"Don't you have time to go back to England?"

What I mean is, if you don't go back, I will have to come find you.

But he didn't expect to encounter such a scene.

If he had known this, Song Shi Hyuk would never have entered the password and entered without permission.

Jiang Zhaohuan was stunned for a moment before he remembered the phone call half a month ago.

My father did ask me at that time whether I had time to go back to England.

He scratched his cheek awkwardly and glanced at Bae Joo-hyun who had stood up wrapped in a blanket.

"Dad, she was the co-host with me before, you..."

"I know."

Song Shi Hyuk bent down and took out a pair of slippers to change into, then walked up to Bae Joo Hyun and said in Korean,

"Irene xi, thank you for taking care of my boy during the show."

He did not take the liberty of asking directly about the relationship between the two.

Bae Joo-hyun always felt that the man in front of her looked a little familiar.

She shook her head and said politely:
"Ani, it was Zhao Huanxi who took care of me the most."

"He's not very good at talking, so if there's anything that makes you unhappy, you can tell me."

Bae Joo-hyun glanced at Kang Do-hwan with some surprise.

From the time we met to the time we got to know each other, I really didn't feel that Zhao Huan was being presumptuous.

He has always been a gentleman and took care of every little detail.

It's like the chocolate you stuff yourself in the waiting room.

Or run out to buy ginseng chicken soup for yourself who has low blood sugar.

Pei Zhuxuan shook her head and smiled:

"Zhao Huanxi is very caring and we get along very well.

Then uncle, I will leave first. I hope you have fun in the peninsula."

She left wrapped in a blanket and didn't give it back because she was wearing pajamas underneath.

If it were to be discovered, I wouldn't be able to explain it any other way.

After Song Shi Hyuk watched Bae Joo Hyun leave, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

He stared at his son with a serious face and asked:
"Zhaohuan, shouldn't you explain your relationship with that girl?"

Jiang Zhaohuan's brain froze for two seconds. When he came to his senses, he saw his father starting to have wild thoughts.

"What happened between her and you? You have to prepare me."

"Dad, you think too much. She and I are just friends."

"friend?"

Song Shi Hyuk raised his eyebrows, pointed to the empty plate on the table, and asked,

"Why would a friend be wrapped in a blanket in your house, just the two of you."

"She's a real friend. She caught a cold so I just cooked her some porridge."

Still cooking porridge? Just friends?

After all, Song Shihe is an experienced person and has already guessed his son's little thoughts.

He smiled and took off his suit jacket, saying calmly:
"You like her, don't you?"

Jiang Zhaohuan did not hesitate and nodded in acknowledgment:

"...Yeah, I do like her. But she's an idol and hasn't debuted for long. If we really date, it won't have a good impact."

Song Shi Hyuk smiled and patted his son on the shoulder, praising him:

“It’s good to consider the other person’s situation when you like someone.

But didn’t you forget one thing?”

Jiang Zhaohuan raised his head in confusion and asked:

"What do you mean?"

Song Shihe glared at his son unhappily and said mercilessly:
"Are you sure that the girl likes you too?
Of course, it doesn’t matter if the confession fails, just treat it as a setback.”

Jiang Zhaohuan held his forehead helplessly. Sometimes he doubted whether he was his biological son.

His face was full of resentment, and his tone was mixed with dissatisfaction:

"Dad, no one is as cold as you."

"I'm trying to encourage you and comfort you at the same time."

“…I really don’t need that.”

　It’s a holiday on Women’s Day, but I still write when I get home.

　　Why!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)