[System, is Fu Xue'er's lovesickness extremely severe?]
[It's super - duper severe. To what extent exactly? Even if Feng Yichen asked her to die, she would be willing to do so!]
Jiang Miaomiao fell into deep thought.
How could one save someone with such extreme lovesickness?
If she's willing to die, is there anything she's not willing to do?
Wait!
Jiang Miaomiao's eyes lit up.
There actually seemed to be something even more unacceptable than death.
[System, change the medicine soup in the plot just now to Puhahaha——]
[Change it to excrement soup.]
Feng Yichen stood firmly and looked at Fu Xue'er with eyes full of disgust: "You vicious woman, you caused Rou'er to break a kidney. Now go and bring the excrement soup to Rou'er yourself."
Fu Xue'er, who had been crying bitterly, suddenly froze at the sound of those two words.
"What?"
What did Yichen just say to bring?
Even Qu Rou'er knitted her brows and looked at Feng Yichen in great confusion: "Brother Yichen, what did you just ask her to bring?"
Feng Yichen stretched out his big hand and pulled Qu Rou'er into his arms, then lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "Be good, Rou'er. Drink the excrement soup later, and your body will get better."
?
Qu Rou'er's face changed drastically, and she could hardly believe her ears: "You... What did you say?"
Feng Yichen thought she was scared, so he rubbed the top of her hair with his big hand to comfort her: "Don't worry. I will definitely replace your damaged kidney. For now, just drink some excrement soup to nourish your body. Once your body is in better shape, we'll arrange the kidney - replacement surgery."
Qu Rou'er's face turned pale, and she struggled to break free from his embrace: "No... I won't drink it!"
Yichen must be crazy!
How could he ask her to drink excrement soup to nourish her body? Was his brain kicked by a donkey?!
Feng Yichen tightened his big hand, forcefully holding Qu Rou'er in his arms: "Be good, Rou'er. I'm doing this for your own good."
Seeing that Fu Xue'er didn't move for a long time, Feng Yichen suddenly flew into a rage: "What are you still standing there for? Didn't you hear me? Hurry up and bring the excrement soup to Rou'er!"
Fu Xue'er looked hesitant: "Yichen... That... That's excrement soup."
"That's exactly what I want!"
"....."
Helpless, Fu Xue'er had to go down with Mama Chen to prepare it as he ordered.
Mrs. Fu beside her showed a slightly excited glint in her eyes.
She was a bit looking forward to what would happen next.
She knew bringing Miaomiao here would be useful!
Soon, Fu Xue'er came up, holding her nose and carrying a bowl of excrement soup.
There was no such thing in the Feng family. Mama Chen had asked the bodyguard to drive at top speed to a farm in the outskirts to "borrow" it.
Putting the excrement soup on the table, Fu Xue'er looked at Feng Yichen worriedly: "Yichen, are you really okay?"
Who in their right mind would want excrement soup?
But Feng Yichen didn't appreciate her concern. He just gave her a cold glance and then growled: "Stand farther away from me. Your presence here affects Rou'er's mood. How can she drink the excrement soup properly like this!"
Uh.....
Even the bodyguards in the hall looked over here with shocked expressions.
Did the young master just say he was going to let Miss Rou drink...
Looking at the excrement soup on the table, everyone had a complicated expression.
Was she going to drink that stinking excrement soup?
Didn't the young master like Miss Rou the most?
Liking her meant making her drink excrement soup?
Fu Xue'er looked at Feng Yichen, then at the bowl of excrement soup, hesitating to speak.
What on earth was Yichen trying to do?
He was a person with a serious cleanliness obsession. Why was he acting like this now...
After some hesitation, Fu Xue'er timidly stepped aside.
Jiang Miaomiao sneered when she saw this and quietly moved farther away.
It was better to stand farther away, in case the excrement soup splashed later.
The bodyguards and servants also all quietly distanced themselves from Feng Yichen.
And Qu Rou'er, who was held in Feng Yichen's arms, wasn't that lucky.
Seeing Feng Yichen pick up the bowl of excrement soup, she struggled desperately, but was held tightly.
"Brother Yichen, what are you doing! Let me go!"
"Be obedient, Rou'er. Only by drinking this bowl of excrement soup can your body get better."
Qu Rou'er's eyebrows knitted into a straight line, on the verge of crying: "Brother Yichen, you... I... How could I drink that kind of thing!"
"That was specially prepared for you. How can your body recover if you don't drink it!"
As he spoke, Feng Yichen held the excrement soup in front of Qu Rou'er: "Drink it quickly. You'll be fine after drinking it."
As soon as the bowl of excrement soup approached, a strong stench shot straight to the top of her head.
Qu Rou'er retched, and then started coughing violently.
As she coughed, more of the stench entered her nostrils.
Qu Rou'er couldn't hold it in and vomited.
Feng Yichen wasn't disgusted at all. Instead, he looked extremely distressed: "Look, you're coughing because you don't drink the excrement soup properly."
Qu Rou'er, who was always so weak that she couldn't take care of herself, couldn't pretend to be weak anymore. She glared at him and raised her head: "Brother Yichen! What on earth are you doing? I've said I won't drink this. Can't you understand me?"
It was rare for her to lose her temper with Feng Yichen to show her dissatisfaction, but in Feng Yichen's eyes, she looked extremely cute.
His Rou'er was cute even when she was angry.
[Original text: Feng Yichen lowered his eyes, and his tone was full of doting: "All right, all right. Be good. I'll feed you myself, okay?"]
Seeing this, Jiang Miaomiao chuckled.
[System, change'myself' to Puhahaha... change it to'mouth - to - mouth'.]
Behold, Feng Yichen tightened his big hand around Qu Rou'er, looking at her with eyes full of doting: "All right, all right. Be good. I'll feed you mouth - to - mouth, okay?"
Qu Rou'er:?
Others:?
By the time everyone realized what they had heard, it was too late. Feng Yichen picked up the excrement soup and put it to his lips.
"Ah, Yichen!... No!"
How could Fu Xue'er, who was at the late stage of lovesickness, tolerate her beloved doing such a thing? She rushed forward to stop him: "Yichen, what are you doing! This is excrement soup. How can you drink it!"
As she spoke, she tried to snatch the excrement soup from his hand. Unfortunately, the man was too strong, and she couldn't take it away.
Feng Yichen furrowed his brows fiercely, and then kicked Fu Xue'er away: "You woman just can't stand the thought of me feeding Rou'er excrement soup mouth - to - mouth. I'm telling you, give up. I'll never feed you excrement soup mouth - to - mouth in this lifetime!"
After that, he picked up the excrement soup and took a big gulp.
Everyone in the room was shocked, wearing expressions like that of the subway grandpa looking at his phone.
Oh my goodness.
This! This!
Could this really be something a human being would do?
Feng Yichen, with a mouthful of excrement soup, put down the excrement bowl, then lifted Qu Rou'er's chin and puckered his lips, about to feed her the excrement soup in his mouth in a mouth - to - mouth manner.
"Pervert! Let go of me! Let go!"
"Damn pervert! Let go! Let me go!"
Qu Rou'er, held in his arms, was terrified, her face turning deathly pale.
She struggled desperately, twisting her body, but no matter what she did, she couldn't escape Feng Yichen's clutches.