Addicted to My Cutie and Sweetie

Chapter 849: The Sweet and Clever Supervillain

"President Lu is usually busy with work and doesn’t pay much attention to his health. Ever since his mother passed away, he has completely changed. He often spaces out alone, can’t sleep or eat, and has to face the pressure from inside and outside the group. Even an iron body couldn’t withstand this."

"Hasn’t anyone tried to persuade him?" Zhang Lingying furrowed her brows, glancing at the assistant.

If the people around Lu Jing had spent the time they used to ask for her help to persuade Lu Jing, he probably wouldn’t have ended up in the hospital.

The assistant hurriedly explained, "We did try, we really did! But President Lu simply wouldn’t listen... It’s not that he wouldn’t listen; he just can’t sleep, and as for food, I personally saw President Lu forcing himself to eat, but he would vomit whatever he ate. In the end, he could only have the doctor give him nutrition injections."

Zhang Lingying clenched her palm, "..."

The assistant suddenly remembered something and exclaimed excitedly, "Oh right, after Mrs. Qiao Ran passed away, President Lu did eat something. It was when Miss Zhang came to the group to see him and brought him food. That was the only time President Lu didn’t vomit after eating."

It was also because of this that the assistant regarded Zhang Lingying as Lu Jing’s lifeline.

Zhang Lingying was also taken aback.

She had always thought Lu Jing was just pretending to be pitiful in front of her, but she hadn’t realized how much he valued her concern.

Moreover, the assistant didn’t know that Lu Jing had actually eaten once more.

It was at her home, a simple tomato and egg noodles he made himself.

He seemed to never deliberately act pitiful in front of her; instead, he tried... to make himself look perfectly fine.

Zhang Lingying didn’t know how to describe her feelings at the moment. After opening her mouth, she only asked the assistant when Lu Jing might wake up and then calculated the time to make a trip home.

By the time Lu Jing woke up, Zhang Lingying had already returned to the hospital with a lunchbox.

Last time she brought food for Lu Jing, it was also in this lunchbox.

Lu Jing was leaning against the head of the bed, his face looking a bit better than when he was asleep. He was listening to the assistant’s report on the group’s work when he heard the sound of the VIP ward door being pushed open. His brows furrowed slightly, and he turned to look.

Seeing Zhang Lingying standing at the door, Lu Jing’s expression suddenly became dazed.

For a long while, he just stared at Zhang Lingying, as if questioning whether he was seeing a hallucination.

When his gaze fell on the lunchbox in Zhang Lingying’s hand, he was certain he was hallucinating.

He hadn’t forgotten the scene of their unpleasant parting. Not to mention that Zhang Lingying couldn’t possibly be visiting him now; even if she unintentionally passed by and saw him lying on the hospital bed, it would be generous enough that she didn’t slam the lunchbox on his head—how could she possibly bring him food?

Lu Jing’s lips curled into a self-deprecating smile. Just as he was about to say he was uncomfortable and let the assistant leave first, the Zhang Lingying who he thought was a figment of his imagination had already stepped forward with the lunchbox and spoke first.

"Meals should be taken on schedule; let’s talk about work later."

"Then I’ll head out first." The assistant cooperatively gathered the documents in hand and turned to leave.

As they reached the door, noticing Lu Jing hadn’t reacted, they couldn’t help but remind him, "President Lu, Miss Zhang is here to see you."

Once the assistant left, and the hospital room door was closed again.

Lu Jing remained leaning against the head of the bed, not blinking as he watched Zhang Lingying.

Watched her bring the lunchbox to his side.

Watched her reach out to set up the small table on the bed for meals.

Watched her arrange each of the colorful, fragrant dishes from the lunchbox in front of him.

Finally, she handed him a pair of chopsticks, her voice steady, "Stop looking, eat your meal."