Noon.
Wang Anshi's home.
The meal was ready. Madam Yan and Wang Yuling carried out the dishes and set them on the table one by one.
"Little Dong, eat with us," Madam Yan said politely.
Dong Xuebin hurriedly replied, "No, no, thank you, Madam Yan. I already ate before coming."
Putting down her chopsticks, Wang Yuling warmly said, "Have some more, Director. I made the tomatoes. Give them a try."
Wang Anshi did not urge him. He sat on the sofa, slowly sipping his tea.
Dong Xuebin had not actually eaten and was starving, but he still tactfully declined Wang Yuling's kindness. He knew Madam Yan, and even Wang Anshi, did not particularly welcome him, so he naturally did not dare overstep. He could also tell that Madam Yan was merely being polite, not genuinely inviting him to sit down for a meal. If he really did sit down and eat, that would be taking a mile after being given an inch. By now, though, Dong Xuebin had been there for five or six minutes and had said what needed to be said. Since he had caught the District Party Secretary's family at mealtime, it was naturally time for him to leave. It was not as if he lacked that much social awareness. Yet Dong Xuebin, now with an idea in mind, did not leave. Instead, he quickly thought through what to say.
Madam Yan glanced at Dong Xuebin, then turned to her husband. "Lao Wang, let's eat."
"I'll finish this tea first." Wang Anshi rubbed his stomach, apparently still uncomfortable. "You two go ahead."
Seeing this, Wang Yuling lost her appetite as well. "Uncle, how about going back to the hospital? If necessary, get admitted and have an IV to recuperate."
Wang Anshi waved his hand and forced a