Jiang Yuanshu cried.
Lu Chengwen was dumbfounded.
Jiang Yuanshu walked to the door, one hand pressed against the frame. She turned back, her eyes full of tears, her gaze resentful and utterly heartbroken.
Lu Chengwen stood there with his mouth half open, utterly confused and unable to say a word.
Jiang Yuanshu looked at Lu Chengwen. "Lu Chengwen, I'll hate you for the rest of my life."
With that, she turned and walked out.
Lu Chengwen furrowed his brow, his eyes full of confusion, his face practically screaming: What the hell is going on!? What does this woman even want!?
He turned his head left and thought about it, then turned right and thought about it, but still couldn't figure it out.
So he lay back down.
Less than five seconds later, the front door was kicked open with a bang, and Jiang Yuanshu stormed in furiously.
Like some spring-loaded toy, Lu Chengwen's upper body shot straight upright. He looked at her, not knowing what to say.
The two were silent for three seconds.
Lu Chengwen carefully asked, "W-what's wrong?"
"The poison has flared up!" Jiang Yuanshu snapped irritably.
Lu Chengwen was puzzled. "It doesn't look like it. And that senior said his medicinal soup had already suppressed..."
"That soup can only suppress it a little! The poison has flared up now. What, you don't believe me?"
"I... believe you."
"Then what do we do?"
Lu Chengwen smiled. "I get it now. Auntie, if you wanted the poison cured, you could've just said so. Why put on all this nonsense?"
"Who said I wanted the poison cured? I hate you, you know that? I don't even want to spend one more minute with you!"
"Then do you still want the poison cured or not?"
"If you don't cure it, do