txolops Chapter 29 Returning Home and Concealing
Chapter 29 Returning Home and Concealing
8 PM.
Genting Hillside Villa Area.
The black Maybach came to a stop in the courtyard.
Su Qingxue pushed open the car door and stepped out in her flat leather shoes.
The early summer evening breeze carried a hint of warmth, and it didn't feel cold on my skin.
Because she ate a whole box of fried rice in the afternoon, her stomach doesn't feel empty now, and the low blood sugar symptoms that used to make her dizzy and lightheaded have also disappeared.
I felt much more grounded when I walked than I had a few days ago.
"Click".
Su Qingxue pushed open the villa's door, walked to the entrance, and changed into her slippers.
The living room was brightly lit. Father Su Zhennan sat on the sofa, holding a newspaper, but his eyes kept glancing towards the door.
The mother, Shen Yuhong, sat to the side, her face full of anxiety.
Hearing the noise in the entryway, the elderly couple immediately stood up.
"Qingxue is back."
Shen Yuhong quickly went to meet her daughter, her gaze habitually sweeping over her face. Seeing that her daughter's complexion seemed less pale, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Dad, Mom."
Su Qingxue greeted them calmly and sat down on the sofa in the living room.
"Why are you working overtime so late again today?"
Su Zhennan put down the newspaper, his brows furrowed, his tone full of heartache, "I heard from Secretary Chen that you went downstairs to buy things this afternoon?"
"With your health, you can't eat anything to begin with, and you rely on IV drips at the hospital every day. How can you still put yourself through this?"
"Dad, I'm fine. I was just cooped up in the office for too long, so I came downstairs for a walk."
Su Qingxue answered calmly.
"You said you were fine."
Shen Yuhong sat down next to her daughter and sighed, "Your father and I are pacing around at home anxiously."
"You've seen countless experts, both domestic and international, over the past six months, but your anorexia just won't get better."
Shen Yuhong paused for a moment, then continued, "Today, your father and I specially invited Nutritionist Li to our home."
He is a top international private dietitian who has specially prepared a dinner for you using scientific methods.
Upon hearing Shen Yuhong's words, footsteps could be heard coming from the open kitchen on the side of the living room.
Nutritionist Li, dressed in a neat white uniform, came out.
He was carrying an exquisite silver tray with a white porcelain bowl covered with a lid on it.
"Miss Su, you're back."
Nutritionist Li walked to the coffee table, gently placed the tray down, and spoke with extreme professionalism.
"Mr. and Mrs. Su are very worried about your stomach."
What I've prepared for you today is a nutritious meal cooked to be easily digestible.
Nutritionist Li reached out and gently lifted the lid of the porcelain bowl.
"Deep-sea silver cod mince, paired with a touch of low-fat cream and white truffle oil for added flavor, in a rich soup simmered over low heat."
It contains no roughage, so it won't put a strain on your stomach.
As the lid was lifted, a steaming aroma, rich with milky fragrance and the distinctive scent of white truffles, rose from the porcelain bowl and spread throughout the living room.
A few days ago, as soon as this complex smell of milk and oil entered her nostrils, Su Qingxue's extremely sensitive stomach would immediately begin to spasm, followed by uncontrollable dry heaving.
Su Zhennan and Shen Yuhong held their breath nervously, their eyes fixed on their daughter's reaction, afraid that she would cover her mouth in discomfort at any moment.
Su Qingxue sat on the sofa, looking at the bowl of milky white soup and smelling its expensive aroma.
She frowned slightly.
She really didn't want to eat it; in fact, she found the taste a bit greasy.
However, the expected dry heaving did not occur.
The dry fried rice she ate that afternoon still left her feeling full, and her stomach didn't feel uncomfortable.
Su Qingxue leaned back a little.
"Thank you for your hard work, Nutritionist Li."
Su Qingxue said calmly, "But I don't want to eat it now, take it away."
Seeing that their daughter had refused the food but hadn't gagged in pain, Su Zhennan and Shen Yuhong exchanged a surprised glance.
"Qingxue..."
Shen Yuhong asked cautiously, "Don't you feel nauseous when you smell this today?"
"Hmm, I don't feel nauseous."
Su Qingxue shook her head.
"Very good!"
Su Zhennan slapped his leg excitedly, "Since it's not disgusting, Qingxue, why don't you try a little bit?"
Nutritionist Li specially prepared this; even a couple of sips are better than going hungry!
"Dad, Mom, I really can't eat."
Su Qingxue looked at her parents and stated a fact in a calm tone.
"Besides, I ate something outside this afternoon."
I'm so full right now, I really can't eat anymore.
The moment those words were spoken, the entire living room fell silent.
Nutritionist Li stood there, stunned.
Su Zhennan suddenly stood up, looking at his daughter in disbelief: "You ate something?!"
"Qingxue, don't try to fool me and your dad with those words."
Shen Yuhong's eyes reddened. "In the past six months, what have you been able to swallow besides water?"
What did you eat outside?
Seeing her parents' excited reaction, Su Qingxue naturally recalled the scene from a few hours earlier at the edge of the building's plaza.
The young owner of that tricycle.
That box of fried rice cost ninety-nine yuan, containing only stale rice, eggs, and chopped green onions.
And there was the little girl who brought over a small stool for her to sit on.
If she tells her parents the truth now, that she ate a box of fried rice while squatting at a roadside stall.
Given my father Su Zhennan's personality, he would definitely send someone to investigate the owner's background first thing tomorrow morning, or even buy out the stall and have someone come to our house to cook for him.
She had already witnessed the boss's temper and rules that afternoon.
She didn't want to disrupt the stall's normal business because of herself, nor did she want to cause unnecessary trouble.
She only wanted to use that small stall by the square as a place where she could have a normal meal after get off work.
"Nothing special."
Su Qingxue snapped out of her thoughts, looked at her parents, and calmly told a lie.
"It's a private kitchen restaurant recommended by a friend."
It's very simple to make, with hardly any spices.
I tried it this afternoon, and it was just the right amount for me, so I had one serving.
Su Qingxue paused for a moment, then continued, "I think I'll try eating here myself for the next few days."
I'll let you know if my body can gradually adapt.
Don't worry about it.
Hearing his daughter say this, Su Zhennan still had doubts, but seeing that his daughter was indeed more normal than a few days ago, he ultimately swallowed his words.
"Good, good, good. Since you can eat it, that's a good thing!"
Su Zhennan breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as it's a clean private kitchen, you can eat whatever you want, as long as you're full!"
"Yes, as long as you can eat it, Mom is relieved."
Shen Yuhong laughed along, then turned to look at Nutritionist Li, "Nutritionist Li, thank you for your help today. Please take this soup back to the kitchen."
"Yes, Mrs. Su."
Nutritionist Li picked up the tray and stepped back.
Having relieved her parents' worries, Su Qingxue stood up.
"Dad, Mom. I'm tired today, I'm going upstairs to wash up and rest."
"Go on, get some sleep!"
Second floor, master bedroom.
Su Qingxue took a warm bath, changed into her pajamas, and lay down on the big bed.
The room was very quiet.
She gently placed her hands on her stomach, and felt neither the cramping pain from hunger she had experienced a few days ago, nor the nausea she felt.
It's just a normal feeling after a full meal.
This simple sense of security allowed her to relax after a long day of tension.
On a summer night, Su Qingxue closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became steady.
I didn't take sleeping pills, nor did I wake up hungry in the middle of the night.
She slept soundly, enjoying the most normal night she'd had in the past six months.