Chapter 269 - She is the one who is injured, not you (2/2)

”Hmm... I brought this for you. Our cook makes the best soup in the whole world. It will make you recover faster and increase your strength.” Lin Mochen said as he sat down. He narrowed his eyes as he looked towards Zhang Zhehan who was sleeping next to his sweet sister.

”Thank you, Brother Lin.” Li Xiaolu smiled. An indescribable feeling arose in her heart.

”Why is he sleeping next to you? Can't he go and sleep somewhere else. Can he not see that you are injured?” Lin Mochen asked with a hint of anger in his voice. What if he crushed his sister's arm while sleeping?

Lin Mochen frowned. He might be his brother-in-law, but that's doesn't mean that he can just do whatever he wants. This act of Zhang Zhehan made Lin Mochen future determined that his sweet sister really shouldn't be married to this selfish guy.

Li Xiaolu completely missed the dissatisfaction in Lin Mochen's words. She glanced at Zhang Zhehan and caressed his face, ”He was too tired so I told him to sleep next to me.”

Seeing his sister looking at Zhang Zhehan so lovingly, Zhang Zhehan got this weird feeling being a father-in-law whose daughter was snatched away by a big bad guy.

”Come here. Drink this soup while it's hot.” Lin Mochen said to stop eating this bad dog food.

”Okay.” Li Xiaolu smiled.

”Can..... can I feed you, Xiaolu?” Lin Mochen stammered. This was one of many wishes. He wanted to personally experience the joy of feeding his own sister.

”Okay.”

Lin Mochen smiled as he took the spoon and just as he was about to feed the soup to Li Xiaolu, a cold voice interrupted them. ”Why are you feeding my wife?”

This voice was so cold and so full of jealousy that Lin Mochen instinctively. He glanced at Zhang Zhehan with a little fear but upon thinking that he was Li Xiaolu's brother, that little fear diminished away. Instead of fearing Zhang Zhehan, he glared at him.

”Why? What is it to you? Now, I can't even feed my Xiaolu?” Lin Mochen questioned arrogantly.

”My Xiaolu?” Zhang Zhehan sneered as he sat upright on the bed.

Li Xiaolu was completely oblivious to the two people who were throwing daggers at each other. Her whole attention was on the bowl of soup and how delicious it looked.

”You woke up. Are you hungry? Do you need some soup?” She asked.

”Umm.” Zhang Zhehan nodded.

Seeing Zhang Zhehan eyeing his precious soup, Lin Mochen looked at him cautiously and warned, ”Don't you dare look at my soup. I brought this for my Xiaolu. She is the one who is injured, not you.”

”Come, Xiaolu. Open your mouth. ” Lin Mochen provoked Zhang Zhehan seeing the jealously on his face. Holding the spoon in his hand he was just about to deliver the soup in Li Xiaolu's mouth but before he could feed Li Xiaolu, he was interrupted again. ”What?” Lin Mochen asked.

”She is my wife. So this feeding thing should be done by me.” Zhang Zhehan smirked.