Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

Chapter 1155: Chapter 1155: Is the Game Fun?

Zhou Jihuai was not reassured, so he spoke personally with the attending physician and only left after obtaining a thick stack of medical orders. When he returned to Zhou Hengguang’s house, there were respectful people waiting at the door even before he entered, and the faint aroma of food drifted from the direction of the kitchen.

Some were cooking, some cleaning, and others were welcoming him in—had he not been certain this was his home, he might have thought he entered the wrong place.

Zhou Hengguang’s face darkened on the spot.

“This is my house.”

“Now it’s my house,” Zhou Jihuai’s expression changed instantly upon entering, his arms crossed and face expressionless as he scrutinized Zhou Hengguang, his sharp eyes like a sword, assuming the most domineering stance over everyone present.

It was a haughty demeanor only those long in power possessed, not deliberate but a habit naturally formed over time. A casual glance could bring endless pressure to others.

The Zhou Jihuai of now had reverted to the impression Ji Fang had gotten at first sight, so tense he could hardly breathe.

It was completely different from when he was cajoling Zhou Yan in the hospital room, and he wondered whether Zhou Yan knew his younger brother’s true colors— probably not.

“What’s the matter?” Zhou Hengguang, although discharged, still felt very uncomfortable, his complexion pale and his head aching. Even more torturous was the emotional pain, so intense that breathing felt like a burden, and he had not shown it only because he was stubbornly persevering.

Zhou Jihuai was suddenly amused by the question and laughed, “You’re asking me what’s the matter? Why don’t you ask yourself? Are you enjoying your little game?”

Zhou Hengguang faltered, but quickly regained his composure, sitting down at the dining table with ease, wiping his hands with a warmed towel, signaling to the cooking Auntie before saying, “Fun! Very fun.”

He knew he couldn’t keep secrets from his uncle.

Although his uncle hadn’t returned for several years, the moment he landed, it was likely that all matters would be compiled into reports and delivered to him.

Whether they were personal or official matters.

Working in their line of business was annoying. Everything about oneself, one’s whereabouts, had to be top-secret, confidential. Yet when it came to others, they would dig to the sky, leaving no privacy whatsoever.

“Are you dissatisfied?”

Zhou Hengguang nodded, just as the cooking Auntie brought over a small bowl of nourishing coarse grain porridge, carefully matched side dishes, and a steamer of fresh soup dumplings placed in front of him. More dishes were continually brought to the table, but Zhou Hengguang didn’t wait for his uncle and started eating breakfast straight away.

He didn’t have much of an appetite, but he forced himself to eat.

“You should eat something, too,” Zhou Hengguang called out to Ji Fang.

“I’ve already eaten.” Ji Fang was under immense pressure, and with the Deputy Director’s people all around, he felt even more nervous. He couldn’t stomach any food and wished he could slip away right then.

Zhou Jihuai snickered, sat down opposite Zhou Hengguang, and began to eat as well. His meal was not nutritious porridge but plain white rice, and the dishes arranged for him were much more abundant than those for his nephew.

This kid was now relying on being sick, thinking he wouldn’t do anything to him, and had become lawless.

“A Feng!” After finishing the meal, Zhou Jihuai wiped his mouth with a napkin while calling out.

“Boss.” It was the man who had appeared unnoticed in the hospital room before.

This time, with just a word from Zhou Jihuai, the previously undetected presence in the room came forth; until then, Ji Fang had been entirely unaware of him.

“Go, order all the flower baskets you can find in the city. Have them all delivered to my niece-in-law tomorrow.”

“Yes.”

A Feng quickly left.