Jiang Ze leaned miserably against the headboard, his eyes red. Although the man had placed a soft cushion beneath him, he was still uncomfortable.
"I'm hungry."
He gazed pleadingly at the cold figure in the doorway, his eyes reddening again.
The boss really had walked away without the slightest hesitation or attachment.
Bastard!
The figure paused. A little while later, he brought over some steaming food and set it in front of him.
Jiang Ze pursed his lips. After a whole day without food, his stomach finally protested. He had just reached out when Meng Zhiyuan caught his wrist.
"If you try another hunger strike, I won't mind restricting you to the bed, sweetheart."
The man pressed his lips to Jiang Ze's wrist and kissed it gently, but his icy words sent a chill through Jiang Ze's heart.
"I understand..."
He felt terribly wronged, but he didn't want to anger the boss again.
The aroma of food drifted to his lips. He looked up at the spoon in Meng Zhiyuan's hand and obediently opened his mouth.
Meng Zhiyuan fed him one spoonful at a time, as though tending to a fragile porcelain doll, then wiped his mouth.
Then he left without looking back.
Just great.
Jiang Ze flopped onto the bed in defeat, unsure whether he ought to feel grateful. At least the corruption value hadn't kept rising.
At that thought, he suddenly perked up and called out to the system twice in his mind.
As expected, there was still no answer.
He lowered his eyes, a complicated mix of emotions in them.
"So that's how it is..."
In truth, he had long suspected there was more to the system's decision to bring him into this world.
Had it really done so out of sheer kindness, just to give him