The warmth of that bowl of porridge touched her deeply and made her feel excited.
Other men would only give her expensive gifts, cars, bags, clothes, diamonds, all more expensive than the same, but they would not cook her a bowl of porridge, buy her medicine, or take care of her with their own hands.
Those men measure everything with money, and all they see is her appearance, the appearance she deliberately displays, not the real her.
The only thing she values most is that man who has no desire for her, no selfish motives, and no thought of anything in return.
The old servant's eyes turned red, "Miss, don't say that, you will be fine."
Helen looked at the tall man longingly, tears rolling down her eyes, "Yihan, I want to have another bowl of porridge cooked by you, is that okay?"
The old servant nodded desperately, "Of course, Mr. Ouyang is a good man and will not let down a seriously injured patient."
The atmosphere in the room was filled with sadness, almost suffocating.
Yihan frowned slightly and refused without thinking, "Sorry, I'm very busy."
Helen's body trembled, as if she was meeting him for the first time. Is this man really the one she loves?
How could her warmest memory of a passionate and just man become so desolate?
"Don't you even have time to cook a bowl of porridge?"
He has changed so much that she can hardly recognize him. How could this happen?
"Yes." Yihan's tone was firm.
The old servant jumped in anger, "Okay, okay, such a heartless man is not worthy of Miss Helen's love."
She loudly accused, "Mr. Ouyang, you have disappointed me so much. I thought you were a kind and tolerant man, but I found out that you are so cruel and heartless. It's so disappointing."
Helen half-closed her eyes tiredly, and her expression turned bad again, "Don't say that, I shouldn't force it, he has no obligation to be so nice to me."
Although she said this, she was still hoping in her heart that he would change his mind and show love to her instead of pity.
A cool voice sounded, "So you know this truth, it's rare."
When Helen heard this voice, she was immediately excited and opened her eyes suddenly, "Leng Yunxi, why are you here?"
Yihan stepped aside slightly, and a small face as white as jade appeared in front of them.
"I've been here all along, you just didn't notice it. Seeing you meet such a miserable end, I finally feel at ease."
Although she did not take action, evil people will be punished by their own evildoers. She was very happy to see this result.
People are taller than the sky, life is thinner than paper, this is Helen.
As soon as Helen saw her, the blood all over her body rushed to her forehead. "How can you say that? Do you still have humanity?"
If it weren't for Leng Yunxi, Yihan would definitely love her.
Yun Xi mocked coldly, "Do you need humanity for beasts?"
She was extremely mean and abusive.
Helen was so angry that she almost vomited blood, "What did you say?"
Yun Xi didn't mind repeating it again, "I mean, in my eyes, you are just a beast, a beast without humanity."
Originally, she could even attack her closest family members, and her conscience had long been blackened, and she was no different from an animal.
"Leng Yunxi, you..." Helen was trembling with anger and her blood was boiling, "Ahem."
She almost choked on her saliva and coughed violently.
The old servants were stunned. They had never seen such a direct and sharp girl, and her words were particularly unpleasant.
She quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it over, "Miss Fourth, please drink some water quickly."