"Meng Han, let me handle it. This fish soup has just been cooked, be careful not to burn yourself."

Before the sandalwood table, the person who was serving soup paused for a moment, a wry smile appearing at the corner of their mouth.

"Good," she meekly put down the bowl in her hands and sat down.

On the other side, a man in a French high-end bespoke shirt, sleeves casually rolled up, revealing his sturdy forearms, was carrying out several bowls.

I'm here.

Han Xingyu put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, picked up a bowl on the side, ladled half a bowl of fish soup, and looked at the person in front of him with eyes that were usually as cold as water, but now filled with doting.

"The soup's still hot, let me blow on it for you." His voice was deep and mellow, with a hint of amusement. His long, beautiful fingers held the spoon, carefully blowing on it before offering it to the person in front of him.

Looking at this bowl of soup, carefully prepared by Han Xingyu, one couldn't help but be mesmerized.

It's not Shen Menghan, but Shen Menghan's twin sister, Shen Mengyue.

The man before me had been by my side for a full decade, yet I never knew that this aloof and proud man would one day cook for others.

This is all, it's only temporary.

"Dream Cold, why aren't you drinking? Is it not to your taste? I'll go make another one for you." Han Xingyu saw Shen Mengyue staring at the spoon and not drinking, so he hurriedly asked.

"No." A faint smile touched Shen Mengyue's haggard face as she shook her head. She was just about to take a sip of the soup when Han Xingyu's phone suddenly rang.

He smiled apologetically at Shen Mengyue and picked up his phone.

Shen Mengyue stared blankly at the man before her, who seemed like a god. She didn't know how long this fleeting favor could last.

I don't know what the person on the other end of the phone said, but Han Xingyu's face, which was originally smiling, instantly turned cold.

"Well, I understand."

His eyes deepened slightly, flashing with a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine. He hung up the phone.

"Xinyu, what's wrong?" Shen Mengyue saw his appearance and thought something had happened at the company. She hurriedly asked with concern.

Han Xingyu stared intently for a long while, his sharp eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a dangerous aura. His stunningly handsome face showed undisguised disgust.

"Shen Mengyue, where is Meng Han?"

Having not heard her own name for three months, Shen Mengyue was suddenly called by Han Xingyu. A chill ran down her spine as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her.

Weiwei steadied herself, her voice trembling as she spoke: "Xingyu, what are you saying?"

The Korean star, Han Xingyu, slammed the bowl in his hand onto the ground. The scalding fish soup splashed onto Shen Mengyue's...

If this were a normal situation, Han Xingyu would have rushed to find a doctor long ago. But at this moment, he was just coldly staring at Shen Mengyue, saying each word slowly: “Shut up. You don’t deserve to speak to me like that. What are you trying to act out? If it weren't for the hospital check-up and the DNA test revealing that yours is not Meng Han’s, how much longer would you have tried to deceive me?”

So that's how it is.

Shen Mengyue blinked her dry eyes, brushed the strands of hair around her ears, and spoke with difficulty: "I don't know."

"Then get out of my sight!" Han Xingyu said coldly, "Just seeing you with that face exactly like Meng Han's, doing such a thing, makes me sick to my stomach."

Extremely nauseating!

These four words, like a sword striking suddenly, pierced deeply into Shen Mengyue's heart.

Originally, in Han Xingyu's heart, this was the kind of person.

Even after living in the Han family villa for three months, Shen Mengyue's belongings were pitifully few, barely filling half a suitcase.

Han Xingyu watched the whole process with cold eyes.

After everything was packed up, Han Xingyu hoisted his suitcase and strode out of the villa.

Get out, I don't want to see you again.

Outside, heavy rain poured down. Shen Mengyue, carrying a suitcase, felt...

This is a wealthy district, there are no taxis here. Shen Mengyue was only wearing a very thin coat and was shivering from the cold.

The icy rain lashed onto her, and the fish broth she had just consumed was now cold on her lips. The waves of fishy smell caused Shen Mengyue to violently vomit several times, but her empty stomach could only expel a few bitter drops of water.

Curled up on the edge of the flowerbed, a slender hand covered her stomach. Her pale face was streaked with what couldn't be distinguished - rain or tears.

I originally thought that I had known Han Xingyu for ten years, even if he liked my younger sister, it shouldn't be this cruel. What's more, marrying him was because...

"Zzzzt—"

The screech of tires against the pavement abruptly halted Shen Mengyue's thoughts. She raised her eyes slightly and saw a pitch-black Maybach parked in front of her.

A surge of joy filled her heart, and Shen Mengyue struggled to climb up from the ground. The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a cold and handsome face.

"Come up."

He still cares about himself, after all.

For a moment, Shen Mengyue's heart was filled with sweetness, and even her fingers that were frozen stiff seemed to warm up.

With a suitcase in hand, I opened the passenger door and was about to get in when a cold voice cut me off: "Get to the back."

Shen Mengyue stiffened slightly, her long lashes becoming heavy with a layer of mist.

Nipped at it, and sat down behind.

Korean star Yu once said that the co-pilot seat is reserved for the person he loves most.

Before Shen Mengyue could even settle down, Mai He rushed out like an arrow shot from a bow. Shen Mengyue's head hit the chair with a thud, pain wrinkling her brow.

He didn't dare to say more, only with a glimmer of hope, he asked tentatively, "Xingyu, are you... here to take me back?"

"Oh."

A faint, almost mocking laugh echoed from the front, laced with three parts sarcasm and seven parts icy disdain. "You?"

Shen Mengyue's heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and she no longer spoke.

Even if they weren't here to pick me up, I imagine they came out in this heavy rain just to see me off.

How could he possibly have none after three months of dating?

Until the car stopped in front of a hospital.

"Go down."

Han Xingyu dropped two words and got out of the car first.

Shen Mengyue was taken aback, unable to guess what Han Xingyu was going to do. She obediently got out of the car.

Han Xingyu didn't even glance at him and brought him to the sixteenth-floor suite.

Shen Mengyue looked at the scene before her, and she was a little flustered.

"Xinyu, you, what are you going to do?" The voice was full of trepidation, asking carefully.

Han Xing's dark eyes were filled with disgust, and he ignored her.

Several doctors in white coats came out. Han Xingyu said coldly, "Push him in and exchange kidneys with Shi Shi."

Shen Mengyue almost fell to the ground.

What did he just say? A kidney transplant?