Even though his wife was annoyed with him, Su Chaoyang still stayed close, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. As soon as she headed toward the small dining room, the man was already there, pulling out the chair for her in a meticulous display of attentiveness.
However, she had just sat down when Aunt Wei brought over a bowl of lean meat porridge and placed it on the table. The rising steam carried the faint aroma of the porridge, but before Mu Xiangwan could even accept the porcelain bowl, her stomach suddenly churned violently. In the next second, she covered her mouth and dashed back into the bathroom as if her seat were on fire, gripping the edge of the washbasin as she vomited intensely.
