The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 1228 The Madam Cooks Personally

Shen Qing and Liu Ye's sister are getting ready to go back.

"Let's go," Shen Qing said.

"it is good!"

Just as he turned to leave, Liu Ye's sister suddenly fainted.

Shen Qing was shocked.

She crouched down and called out, "How are you? Are you alright?"

When no one responded to her calls, she immediately took out her phone and dialed an ambulance.

While waiting for the ambulance to arrive, she called out for Liu Ye's sister.

"Wake up, how are you?"

At this moment, Liu Ye's sister slowly opened her eyes.

"Shen Qing, please put me with my parents and Xiao Ye after I leave. I'll feel at ease if they're with me."

"Don't say that. I've already called an ambulance, it'll be here soon," Shen Qing said. She didn't want this to happen.

"I'm already failing. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

"Don't sleep, the ambulance will be here soon, you'll be alright."

"Shen Qing, I know my own body best, and I know I have no chance."

"No, please hang in there a little longer."

"..."

After a while.

The ambulance is coming.

Shen Qing watched as Liu Ye's sister was carried away.

She also felt a pang of sadness.

I hope she's alright.

Shen Qing was about to leave when she suddenly stopped and turned to look at the three tombstones.

"Dad, Mom, Liu Ye, please pray that she'll be alright! I'll be going now, I'll come see you again when I have time."

Then Shen Qing left.

For some reason, she felt a sense of desolation in her heart.

Although Liu Ye's sister made mistakes in the past, given her current situation, she doesn't want to hold it against her anymore.

Then Shen Qing drove to the hospital.

……

Arriving at the entrance of the upper room.

She saw the door to the emergency room open.

The doctor went outside.

"Who are Liu Wei's family members?"

Shen Qing stepped forward. "Doctor, what's wrong with her?"

"She has been rescued, but judging from the current situation, her condition is deteriorating rapidly, and she probably doesn't have much time left."

Shen Qing's lips twitched slightly. No matter who it was, she really didn't want to hear this kind of bad news.

Then he nodded, "I understand."

She watched Liu Wei being wheeled into the ward, and then she left.

She didn't want to stay here, and she didn't know how to tell her later.

So Shen Qing returned to the Yan family.

She remained tense throughout the journey, only relaxing a little when she arrived at the Yan family villa.

Sister Zhang walked towards her and said, "Madam, you're back."

"Uh-huh."

Sister Zhang took Shen Qing's bag and the coat she had taken off.

"Where is the young master?" Shen Qing asked.

"Young Master should be in the study! I saw him heading towards the study when I was cleaning just now."

"Ok."

She walked through the living room with practiced ease, without lingering downstairs, and headed straight for the spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

The second-floor corridor was quiet and still. At the end of the corridor, in the room with the best view and whose door was always ajar, was Yan Bei's study.

Shen Qing walked over quietly and pushed open the heavy solid wood door.

The study was well-lit, and behind the huge ebony desk, Yan Bei was intently looking at the computer screen, his fingers occasionally tapping on the keyboard.

He wore a well-tailored dark shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing his sleek forearms.

The afternoon sunlight outlined his tall figure and deep features, radiating a calm and powerful aura, but his expression softened slightly when he saw Shen Qing at the door.

Hearing the noise, Yan Bei looked up, his gaze falling on her. His previously sharp eyes melted instantly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips: "You're back?"

“Hmm,” Shen Qing walked to the desk, naturally rested her chin on Yan Bei’s shoulder and looked at him, her voice soft and sweet, “Yan Bei, what do you want to eat tonight? I’ll make it for you.”

Her eyes were clear, filled with inquiry and a hint of expectation, like a kitten waiting for a command.

Yan Bei finally had a day off at home, so he wanted to take good care of her.

Yan Bei's gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds, as if trying to etch her current appearance into his heart.

He put down the documents in his hand, leaned back slightly, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and spoke in his usual deep and magnetic tone, yet with obvious indulgence: "I like anything you make."

A simple sentence, without any fancy words, instantly filled Shen Qing's heart as if it had been soaked in warm water. She smiled sweetly and her eyes crinkled: "Then I'll have to think about it carefully and make you something delicious."

If I made braised pork for lunch, I can't make it again for dinner.

Looking at her bright smile, Yan Bei's smile deepened. He softly hummed in agreement, his gaze returning to her with a hint of barely perceptible doting affection.

The study returned to silence, with only the occasional birdsong from outside the window and a faint, warm atmosphere in the air.

"Then I won't bother you anymore. I'll go downstairs to prepare," Shen Qing said.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, honey."

"It's not hard."

Then Shen Qing turned and left.

Come downstairs.

Sister Zhang then asked, "Madam, is there anything in particular you'd like to eat tonight?"

Whenever Shen Qing was at home, Zhang Jie would ask her something before cooking, always with the same question.

"Sister Zhang, I'll cook tonight. You don't need to worry about it."

"Madam, what's wrong? Why are you cooking yourself?"

"I don't have anything to do, and I'm just letting you rest for a bit."

"Alright then! I'll help you out."

"can."

Shen Qing took out her phone and glanced at the date.

An'an Kang'an has an extracurricular class tonight.

Pick them up after they finish eating; it won't be too late.

Shen Qing hadn't decided what to cook yet, so she sat down on the sofa, thinking about what kind of dishes everyone would love and never get tired of.

After thinking for a long time, she finally came up with a few dishes.

He bought fish today, believing that eating fish is good for the brain, so fish will be the main dish tonight.

Then Shen Qing went straight into the kitchen.

Shen Qing, wearing an elegant off-white apron, stood in front of the kitchen counter, intently preparing a fresh sea bass.

Her movements were skillful and elegant; her slender fingers deftly sliced ​​open the fish's belly to remove the internal organs, each step exuding a calm and unhurried charm.

Even in the kitchen, where the atmosphere is most lively, her calm and gentle temperament remains undiminished, instead gaining a touch of domestic softness.

"Sister Zhang, could you please pass me the ginger and scallions over there?" Shen Qing said without turning her head, her voice soft yet carrying a convincing power.

"Hey, all done, Madam!" The nanny, Sister Zhang, quickly handed over the sliced ​​ginger and scallions with a friendly smile. "Madam, your knife skills are getting better and better. Look how finely you sliced ​​this ginger, it's as thin as a hair. The steamed fish will definitely be delicious later."

Sister Zhang not only helped out, but also provided emotional support to Shen Qing.