Chapter 14: She Doesn’t Want to Be Cast Out

There was not a trace of gentleness.

Such an authoritative voice fell, and Lin Nanxun paused for several seconds, then sniffled and spoke sadly.

“I’m upset. I don’t want to eat.” Her tear-reddened eyes gazed at him, full of grievance, her voice tinged with childish stubbornness.

Just thinking about never seeing her uncle again made her unbearably sad; no matter how hungry she was, she couldn’t bring herself to eat.

After her words faded, the man’s handsome face darkened, his brows furrowing.

He stared at her for a few seconds before speaking, his tone displeased, reminding her sharply.

“Either you want to be thrown out, or you go downstairs to eat. Pick one.”

He was never patient with people, especially women, and certainly not inclined to indulge pointless chatter.

The moment she heard he might throw her out, Lin Nanxun’s expression changed instantly. She turned to glance anxiously at the raging storm outside, feeling even more aggrieved.

Although her heart harbored a childish tantrum, when she turned back to see the man’s stern face, she dared not protest any further.

With rain pouring so heavily, looking cold and forbidding, she certainly didn’t want to be cast out.

So, after staring at the “villain” for a moment, she yielded without further resistance, meekly rising from the floor.

Seeing her behave obediently, Shen Han’s brows gradually relaxed, a hint of satisfaction flickering across his handsome features as he turned and left the room.

Lin Nanxun glanced at his retreating figure, then quietly followed after him.

…

Aunt Xu, standing nearby, couldn’t help but marvel at Shen Han. He really was something—a few words had accomplished what she couldn’t manage after a whole day of coaxing the stubborn girl.

…

A few minutes later, in the dining room downstairs.

On the large table, several steaming dishes were arranged, filling the room with the aroma of food.

Lin Nanxun followed Shen Han into the dining room and obediently took her seat.

Aunt Xu served her a bowl of rice and handed her a pair of chopsticks.

Lin Nanxun took the chopsticks and, almost unconsciously, turned to steal a glance at the man beside her.

He had just sat down, calmly eating his dinner, but his handsome face remained as severe as ever.

She snapped back to herself, glanced at the plentiful dishes on the table, and reached out to pick up her favorite greens, slowly beginning to eat.

Shen Han ate his dinner serenely, but soon noticed the soft sounds of the girl eating her vegetables beside him.

He was used to dining alone in quiet solitude, and having someone else at the table had seemed it might be uncomfortable—but at this moment, it wasn’t.

Perhaps her movements were so quiet, so small, it was almost easy to overlook her presence.

He instinctively glanced at her. As she had claimed, she was indeed very well-behaved, even while eating, shrinking into herself as though he might devour her.

He watched her eat the greens, one bite after another, for quite some time, before finally… unable to restrain himself, he frowned.

“Eat some meat,” he commanded, his tone stern, brows knitted.

Her picky eating vexed him.

Was she a rabbit, only knowing to eat greens?

She hadn’t touched any of the meat dishes on the table.

It was the first time he’d seen someone so picky.

His abrupt words startled her; she slowly turned to look at him, speaking quietly.

“I don’t like it…”

She didn’t like meat; it wasn’t as tasty as vegetables.

She didn’t like meat?

Hearing her reply, Shen Han’s expression froze. He glanced down at her thin, frail figure.