"Hoshino Huang!" Su Wanqing gritted her teeth and looked at him in disbelief, "Are you going to imprison me?"
"How could that be?" Huang looked at her, his obsidian-like eyes showing a rare warmth, "When you get better and feel bored, I can take you out for a walk more often. There are many fun places in Tokyo."
Su Wanqing turned her head and said coldly: "Go away, I don't want to see you."
She is not a fool. What is the difference between what he is doing and a disguised form of imprisonment?
He didn't let her get close to any communication equipment because he was afraid that she would contact her relatives in China, and he didn't want her to know about Xi Chen.
"I won't leave. You can choose not to look at me." Huang sat quietly, staring at Su Wanqing for a moment, "But you can't stop me from looking at you."
Su Wanqing didn't feel agitated, so she picked up the cup and covered her head in it.
Take a look, let you see!
How annoying!
Seeing her like this, Huang was not angry, anxious or annoyed. Instead, he sat there calmly and stared at the bulging little package.
Five minutes, ten minutes, thirty minutes...an hour.
Su Wanqing finally couldn't hold it in anymore. The breath in the quilt was too turbid, and she was already covered in a thin sweat.
The moment she stretched out her head to take a deep breath, she clearly saw a faint smile on Hoshino Huangbing's face.
The old man couldn't help but make a fool of himself in front of his enemies. His ears felt hot unconsciously.
"Young Master, the medicine you asked for has been prepared."
At this moment, a new maid came over carrying a cup of brown juice of unknown content.
Huang raised her hand slightly. The maid understood, put down the pills, lowered her head and left.
Su Wanqing frowned slightly. Why did she think there were no human rights at all here? How could the servants be so afraid of their masters?
"Drink it, it's good for your brain, it's a secret Japanese herbal recipe." As he said that, Huang picked up the medicine bowl, scooped it a few times with a spoon, and blew it carefully.
He - wants to give himself medicine?
Su Wanqing was shocked. She looked at the brown-black thick juice handed to her by the spoonful and shrank back in fear.
"No need for you to be kind!"
Su Wanqing bit her lower lip, stretched out her hand and knocked away the spoon. The thick black concoction fell on the colorful bedding, leaving a dirty trace.
Without even frowning, Huang took out another spoon from the dinner plate on the table, repeated the action, scooped up another spoonful of medicine, leaned forward, and handed it to Su Wanqing's lips.
"I won't drink!" She turned her head angrily.
"Drink the medicine and you will get better quickly." Huang's face was expressionless and his voice was a little faint.
Su Wanqing frowned tightly and raised her hand. This time, not only the spoon but also the medicine bowl was overturned.
The warm concoction just fell on the mattress, and a few drops splashed on Hoshino Huang's face.
"Get out! I won't drink."
Su Wanqing cursed directly.
She was originally a good-tempered person, but today, no matter how good her temper was, she was gone.
"If you don't drink, how can your body recover?" Huang's voice was still calm, and there was no expression on his face. He didn't even raise his hand to wipe the brown and black concoction on his cheek.
"If you don't recover, your child won't survive."
Su Wanqing's body froze as she turned her back.
"If he doesn't survive, he will go down and be reunited with his dead father, which will save me the trouble of raising children for others." There was a hint of gloating in the voice as cold as ice.