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After Jiang Zongnian put the ingredients in the kitchen, he went to the master bedroom to look for Wen Han, but he didn't see anyone. He panicked and went to the guest bedroom, but he didn't see anyone either. He felt like someone had poured cold water on him, and he hurried upstairs, but he didn't see anyone either. He had only been in the market for 20 minutes, and Wen Han was gone?

The car is still here, where can he go?

Besides, he still has a fever.

The house was not big. Jiang Zongnan walked around but didn't see anyone. He hurried out to look for her and called Wen Han again. Wen Han blocked him and the call was unreachable. Jiang Zongnan was sweating anxiously. Without thinking, he drove towards Paris. It had been twenty minutes. If Wen Han really wanted to leave, he could take a taxi, hitchhike, or even walk to escape from you.

Jiang Zongnan felt extremely depressed and painful.

Wen Han was not just saying this, she really hated him and detested him. Even though she was sick, she wanted to leave him and didn't want to stay with him for even a single second.

It was the first time that he felt hated so much by someone, and it was the person he cared about the most. He felt bitter and painful, but there was nothing he could do.

The car drove for a while, and Jiang Zongnan saw a figure by the lake out of the corner of his eye. He was startled and suddenly stepped on the brakes. Wen Han's figure was very easy to recognize, thin and tall. Even without the iconic white hair, he still recognized Wen Han at a glance. He was sitting on the viewing platform by the lake in a daze, a full kilometer away from his wooden villa. If he hadn't seen it out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Zongnan would have driven back to Paris and passed him by.

We almost missed each other!

He leaned on the steering wheel, his heart pounding wildly and his boiling blood gradually calmed down. Fortunately, he had not left yet and was still in the town.

Jiang Zongnan got out of the car and walked quickly towards the lake.

Wen Han was indeed by the lake. He couldn't fall asleep after being woken up. The car was tampered with, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. The room was too stuffy, so he took a walk by the lake and called Fang Cheng to pick him up. Fang Cheng would come to pick him up after finishing his business, but it would take at least three hours. He still had to be alone with Jiang Zongnan for a few hours, and Wen Han felt even more depressed.

After the rain, the lakeside was blue and the air was fresh. A group of water birds stopped by the lake, sometimes flying high, sometimes diving into the lake to look for food. In the distance, the mountains stretched all the way to the horizon. Wen Han's anxious mood was also soothed by nature. He was not an emotional person. He was used to playing the role of a well-behaved and clever younger brother in front of Jiang Zongnian for so many years. Now he stopped pretending. He was easily ignited, like a flammable and explosive small shell.

He stood by the lake, enjoying the breeze and reflecting.

can not be like this!

To show how much he cared about Jiang Zongnian, he should have been cold and calm and treated him as a stranger.

"You are still sick, don't go outside in the wind." Jiang Zongnan's voice was still hoarse, as one patient advised another patient to pay attention to rest.

Wen Han turned around and looked at Jiang Zongnian with a subtle expression. He couldn't tell whether he was surprised or relieved. He walked along the lake for a long time, and unknowingly he was a kilometer away. He didn't want to be alone with Jiang Zongnian for a few hours, nor did he want to be so stupid as to flee back to Paris in a panic. He didn't want to bother with any accidents when he hired a car alone. He thought that if Jiang Zongnian didn't see him when he came back, he might drive back to Paris and wait for Fang Cheng to come. He didn't expect Jiang Zongnian to see him.

It's really... Enemies often meet on a narrow road.

This world is truly a huge Murphy's Law. Things can always get worse, and the person you don't want to see can just happen to be around the corner.

Wen Han remained silent, and Jiang Zongnan did not give him a chance to refuse. He dragged him forward, stuffed him into the car, and turned back to the wooden villa.

He never said a word, nor did he say anything bad.

Be patient, give yourself some dignity, and don't lose control like this anymore.

Otherwise... it would be really ugly.

It only took two minutes to get home. Wen Han felt stupid. Why did he drag his sick body to walk by the lake for twenty minutes? He felt uncomfortable in the wind. His physical condition was worse than that of a woman who had just given birth after ten months of pregnancy. A little virus could kill him. He really shouldn't suffer.

Jiang Zongnan silently processed the ingredients and started cooking.

Wen Han's stomach felt very empty, but he had no intention of making himself feel hungry. The smell of food aroused his appetite, making him feel even hungrier. Jiang Zongnan knew that Wen Han had not eaten much for breakfast and must be starving, so he first made shrimp and kelp soup and beat an egg. It was ready in a few minutes. It was light, nourishing to the stomach, and could relieve hunger. He served a bowl of it and placed it on the dining table.

"Wenhan, drink some soup first."

Wen Han succumbed to his stomach. Although he didn't give Jiang Zongnian a good look, he didn't say anything vicious. He sat silently at the dining table and drank a bowl of soup.

The shrimps were plump, fresh from the shelling he did. The soup they cooked had the sweetness of seafood. Wen Han himself was not a picky eater. In order to survive on the Death Island, he ate everything. He really didn't care about food, clothing, housing, and transportation. He even drank a bowl and didn't feel very hungry. He wanted another bowl.

Jiang Zongnan didn't serve him a second bowl, as he was busy in the kitchen. Wen Han didn't want to go over to him shamelessly, and felt very uncomfortable.

The young master is so short-sighted.

He leaned against the chair, propped up his head, and looked at Jiang Zongnan who was busy in the kitchen. His movements were very clumsy. Except for the days when he was trapped in the snowy mountains, Jiang had never condescended to cook. Naturally, he was unfamiliar and clumsy. He could only make some simple home-cooked meals, and he had to look at the recipe. He had been doing whatever he wanted since he was a child, and when he was studying abroad, he had a chef and a driver to serve him.

Wen Han also thought of the days in the snowy mountains.