"Yes, I understand," Feng Rao didn’t dare to say another word and left without even pausing for a mont.
Nangong Jin could be very cruel, she understood that all too well.
Should anyone truly cross his bottom line and anger him, he was capable of anything.
Turning around, Nangong Jin’s gaze softened again as he smiled at Di Jinxuan, "Let’s go, ti to eat sothing."
"Okay," Di Jinxuan nodded, and they continued to the al hand in hand.
During the al, Di Jinxuan was actually pondering what Feng Rao had said. As a woman, and a woman experiencing the dawn of romance, the phrase "just playing around" was admittedly sensitive to her.
Although she appeared strong in front of Feng Rao, it was impossible for her not to feel sowhat awkward deep down.
Because she vaguely knew that initially, Nangong Jin was indeed just playing around, not serious at all.
He himself had said before that he had never thought about being serious...
So inevitably, Di Jinxuan felt sowhat uncomfortable in her heart. She wanted to ask, and was considering how to broach the topic appropriately.
Before she could figure out the proper way to ask, she noticed that Nangong from the Nangong Family looked pale and seed to be sweating profusely.
"What’s wrong?" Di Jinxuan suddenly felt anxious.
"It’s nothing," Nangong Jin managed a smile, but still couldn’t hide his pale face and the thin sweat on his forehead, his handso eyebrows also slightly furrowed.
"What’s actually wrong?" Di Jinxuan put down the barbecue in her hands, intuitively feeling that sothing was very off, and tentatively asked, "Are you feeling unwell sowhere?"
"My stomach hurts a bit, probably ate sothing too spicy," Nangong Jin finally answered, "Don’t worry, wife, don’t mind , it’ll pass in a while."
What Di Jinxuan didn’t know was that Nangong Jin had a serious stomach condition and couldn’t tolerate any spiciness at all.
But he saw that Di Jinxuan loved spicy food, and he wanted to join her, to share in her happiness, so he ate without a second thought.
Seeing how truly uncomfortable he looked, Di Jinxuan stood up, walked over to him, and with furrowed brows, said, "That won’t do, let’s go to the hospital."
Nangong Jin was indeed in extre pain. When she sat down beside him, he couldn’t help but grab her, let go of his strong facade, and showed his vulnerability with a low groan, genuinely in severe pain.
Stomach pain is excruciating, and it really feels like it’s tearing out your heart and lungs.
Without a mont’s hesitation, Di Jinxuan helped him up, "To the hospital."
They got into the car, with Di Jinxuan driving and Nangong Jin sweating profusely in the passenger seat.
Di Jinxuan buckled him up, and seeing his painful expression, couldn’t help but ask, "Are you not supposed to eat spicy food?"
"It’s alright," Nangong Jin answered with a furrowed brow, "Just need to buy so dicine at the drugstore, no need for a hospital."
"No way," Di Jinxuan refused, then after a thought added, "Let’s first get so dicine, then go to the hospital."
Having said that, she quickly started the car and drove off.
Di Jinxuan was an experienced driver with good skills, so she didn’t drive too slow, but she still felt it wasn’t fast enough.
It was because Nangong Jin really looked so much in pain, it made her very nervous, and she felt a sourness in her nose; she had never imagined that he could have such a vulnerable side, she always thought he was the indestructible Little Strong.
Always joking around without a serious mont, even bouncing around after a bullet wound.
But now, a stomach ache made him seem both in pain and fragile.
Although driving, Di Jinxuan occasionally glanced at him. He wasn’t crying out exaggeratedly, but was leaning against the car seat, his brows tightly knit, silent, his delicate lips slightly pursed in tension, the thin sweat on his forehead growing heavier and turning into beads of sweat.
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