Chapter 13 - 13 13 Not That Disliked

Chapter 13: Chapter 13 Not That Disliked Chapter 13: Chapter 13 Not That Disliked Wenyan immediately pushed open the door and walked in.

“Jinghe, Jinghe?”

When he didn’t respond after she called him twice, Wenyan gently pushed him.

“Are you alright? Don’t scare me.”

The thing is, he didn’t look like he was simply asleep.

“If you don’t wake up, I’m going to pinch your philtrum, just so you know. I’m doing this to save you, not for you to wake up and accuse me of messing with you.”

“Forget it, I’ll make a video for my own defense, just in case you’re petty.”

Wenyan muttered to herself as she turned on the video recording function on her phone.

Just as she was about to find a stable place to set up her phone, Jinghe, who had been motionless with his head on the desk, slowly lifted his head.

Jinghe: “What are you doing?”

Wenyan, who was filming close to his face: “………I can explain, will you have the patience to listen?”

Jinghe gave her a cold look, then slowly leaned back in his chair.

His face was pale, and he spoke weakly: “Do you have any sugar?”

“Sugar, what kind of sugar do you want?”

“Or a drink, just not mineral water.”

Wenyan quickly realized: “You have low blood sugar? Wait for me, I’ll be right there!!”

No wonder he was laying there motionless, he had fainted.

After saying that, Wenyan immediately ran out.

She had bought some dinner to save time, which was some pastries like bread and cake, and she had left them in a paper bag outside.

Seeing her dash out, Jinghe then picked up her phone that she had left behind and forgotten to take with her.

His complexion was terrible, but it improved slightly when he saw the camera function hadn’t been activated.

He was about to turn off the recording and throw the phone back when, upon thinking of Wenyan’s character, Jinghe frowned and opened her photo album.

Who knew if that woman had taken any sneaky pictures of him?

Turns out, it was fine, there were no pictures of him, mostly her own selfies and some screengrabs of information about “Lost Voice”.

It seemed like she came prepared and was quite serious.

But didn’t she look down on acting?

While puzzled, Jinghe suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps, approaching from a distance.

It was the sound of Wenyan coming back.

Jinghe quickly put the phone on the desk.

Even though he moved quickly, Wenyan still saw it when she came in.

Wenyan’s expression was indescribable.

“You actually snooped through my phone? According to your persona, aren’t you supposed to disdain such actions?”

A suspicious blush flickered across Jinghe’s pale cheeks.

“You were filming me.”

Wenyan ‘tsked’ and quickly approached him with the paper bag in her hand.

“If you had looked, you would’ve known I didn’t film you. I was about to pinch your philtrum because I couldn’t wake you up.”

“I heard that part.”

“See, I was actually afraid you’d play dirty.”

“As if there’s anything on me worth your scam.”

Wenyan: “………”

[Does Jinghe have to be so biting with his words? I think instead of Jinghe, he should be called ‘Psychotic’. Here I am, trying to help him and he still implies criticism, hmph!]

“Here, there’s a semi-cooked creamy cheesecake that’s quite sweet, and there’s orange juice too. These are just right for your low blood sugar.”

While speaking, Wenyan handed over the paper bag to Jinghe.

Then she complained to herself [That’s my favorite cheesecake, I didn’t even allow myself to enjoy it, settling for my second choice instead. Jinghe, oh Jinghe, if you dare to be fussy or say something unpleasant, I’ll immediately take these and feed them to dogs].

Jinghe paused for a moment, in critical times this person wasn’t so annoying after all.