CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: THROW HIM OUT!

Yan Qinghan put the thermal lunch box on the bedside cabinet and explained, "Little sis-in-law personally made you black fish soup, saying it’s helpful for your wound healing! Hurry up and drink it all, don’t let her down!"

Mu Beiting took a glance at the thermal lunch box, a deeper gloom in his eyes.

"Drink up quickly, it’ll get cold if you don’t!" Saying this, Yan Qinghan skillfully poured him a bowl of soup.

Mu Beiting turned his gaze away without saying anything.

"If you don’t drink it, I will! I’ve never tasted a soup made by little sis-in-law, just by smelling it, I know it’s definitely delicious!" Yan Qinghan placed the soup under his nose, took up the spoon, and prepared to drink.

Outside the door, Ye Anxin saw this and, in excitement, almost pushed the door open.

Just as the spoon was about to touch Yan Qinghan’s mouth, Mu Beiting spoke, "Pete, throw him out!"

Yan Qinghan’s action of drinking the soup was frozen, and Pete was also stunned.

Yan Qinghan angrily put the bowl of soup onto the bedside cabinet, "Hey, it’s just a bowl of soup, isn’t it? We’re buddies for over a decade!"

Mu Beiting pressed his lips tightly, saying nothing.

Yan Qinghan sat furiously on the chair, "Pete, help him up to drink the soup!"

This time, Mu Beiting didn’t resist as before but obediently let Pete help him sit up.

Pete picked up the spoon, ready to feed Mu Beiting, but Mu Beiting said, "I’m not disabled!"

Pete withdrew his hands dispiritedly and stood by to await orders.

Mu Beiting didn’t use the spoon; he directly picked up the bowl, drinking all the fish soup without leaving a drop.

Yan Qinghan leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, flicked his nails, blew off the nail dust, and only after Mu Beiting finished the soup did he languidly say, "I remember, have you not eaten fish since childhood?"

As soon as these words were out, the gazes of Mu Beiting and Pete both turned towards him.

Yan Qinghan looked at his long fingers and leisurely said, "Who said fish has a fishy smell? Who got nauseous at the fishy smell?"

Mu Beiting’s face turned cold, his lips parted slightly, decisively uttering one word, "Scram...!"

Yan Qinghan sprang up and patted his clothes, "Okay, whether you let me or not, I’m leaving! It’s just a bullet wound on your arm, not a big deal, and you wasted my precious morning time! I’ll go back and tell little sis-in-law that you’re fine, and she doesn’t need to make soup for you anymore!"

Just after saying this, Mu Beiting’s warning voice came, "You dare!"

Yan Qinghan flashed him a grin, suddenly leaned close to his ear, and whispered something!

Although Pete couldn’t hear what they were saying, he clearly saw his boss’s expression freeze, and a hint of discomfort flashed in his eyes.

"I’m gone, bye-bye!" Seeing his mischief succeed, Yan Qinghan laughed heartily, waved, and headed for the door.

Hiding outside the door, Ye Anxin saw Yan Qinghan about to come out and hurriedly slid to the corner outside.

In the instant Ye Anxin dodged, Yan Qinghan just saw a familiar shadow flash outside the door. Thinking of the owner of this shadow, he grinned but didn’t intend to tell Mu Beiting; instead, pretending not to know, he opened the door and left.

With Yan Qinghan gone, only Pete and Mu Beiting were left in the room.

Pete pointed at the gradually cooling meal, asking awkwardly, "Boss, what about the meal?"

Mu Beiting said casually, "You can have it yourself!"

Pete said, "Then I’ll help you lie down and rest!"

Mu Beiting took a glance at the big pile of documents on the bedside cabinet and ordered, "Bring me some important documents, I’m not sleepy yet!"