She said nothing and closed her eyes from exhaustion.

He put hot water on her, took off her clothes, and threw her into the warm bathtub. Rong Jincheng probably had never done any of these things before, and his back was so hot that he was sweating: "I'm hungry, are you hungry?"

"

She still didn't speak.

"Since you don't plan to say a word to me, then you have a good rest and I'll call the servant up."

Rong Jincheng walked to the sink, washed his hands, and walked out of the bathroom.

His body was covered with rain water and had not dried yet. He was sticky and very uncomfortable.

He also went to take a bath.

Han Yun had a funeral today and he didn't plan to go, but he hesitated for a long time and drove there.

Over the years, he had kept Han Yun's appearance firmly in his mind, just so that one day he could defeat him with his own hands and make his life worse than death. However, he never thought that Han Yun's death was not painful.

He lay in bed for two years, no different from a vegetative state, his heart had been damaged and he passed away quietly.

He had accumulated hatred for many years, and suddenly he didn't know where to go.

Standing in front of Han Yun's tombstone today, he realized one thing... Han Yun is dead, really dead.

Rong Jincheng closed his eyes and washed his body under the shower. At this moment, he wanted to rush to the top of the mountain and yell.

After so many years, the person he hated most died.

It's just that my mood and expectations...are not the same.

The rain was still falling outside, pattering down.

After he took a shower, he walked to the kitchen wearing a gray nightgown.

Rong Jincheng rarely came to the kitchen. When the servant saw him, he was shocked: "Rong, Master Rong, why are you here? I will cook whatever you want to eat."

Rong Jincheng picked vegetables and fruits casually. He saw that the grapes were red and purple and looked very fresh and delicious.

"Pick some fruit. Well, what do you Miss Han like to eat?" Rong Jincheng asked casually.

"Miss Han likes to eat sweeter fruits, such as cantaloupe, which we prepared for her last time. She likes to eat them very much." When the servant saw Rong Jincheng, he had a flattering look on his face, nodded and bowed.

"oh."

Rong Jincheng saw a cantaloupe sitting nearby. He took the knife and started to cut it.

"Master Rong, let me do it. You can rest aside while I do it." The servant said quickly.

"I'll cut, get out of the way, get out of the way."

The servant stepped aside tremblingly and looked at Rong Jincheng cutting the melon. Everything seemed wrong.

Rong Jincheng also spent a lot of effort to cut the melon into different sizes, with the skin connected to the pulp.

He had done these things when he was a child. Over the years, he had never done this kind of work without touching his fingers.

But he felt it was pretty good.

He washed some more grapes and cut some slices of watermelon and apples.

He took a few bites and said, "Not bad, very delicious and very sweet."

"Mr. Rong, we carefully selected them in the fruit shop. If you like them, we will buy some tomorrow." The servant immediately began to claim credit.

Rong Jincheng walked upstairs carrying a plate of fruit.

Pushing open the bedroom door, he entered the bathroom first.

Han Yurou was still lying in the bathtub, her face pale and tired.

He took a dry towel and wiped her hair: "Get up and eat. There is delicious food. Don't be hungry. Eat before going to bed. It's still early and there's still time for everything."

Han Yurou pushed his hand away tiredly, her voice weak: "Don't bother me..."
Chapter completed!