Ye Fan and his group returned to the villa, where Du Xueqi and Han Bihong were already waiting.

"Benefactor, it’s so great you’ve returned safely; we’ve been worried sick." Du Xueqi and the ten women expressed their genuine concern.

"I’m fine, aren’t I? Don’t worry unnecessarily in the future; you must trust me." Ye Fan said seriously.

"Fine? You were hospitalized! Seems like you forgot the pain after the wound healed. Did you forget what Fire Phoenix and the Butcher said?" Qiu Wen rolled her eyes, showing no mercy to her master, only pointing out his flaws.

According to Fire Phoenix and the Butcher, it was because Ye Fan underestimated the enemy and took risks alone that he got tricked and injured.

As for Ye Fan’s ordeal, both Fire Phoenix and the Butcher deeply felt ashamed and quite distressed.

"No respect for elders, always pointing out my faults." Ye Fan glared at Qiu Wen.

"Well, that’s the truth." Qiu Wen stubbornly replied.

Ye Fan sighed helplessly and said no more; continuing on this topic would only lead to his fault. It was hard to explain how he got stabbed by Song Meimei and then wounded twice, so what’s left to say.

"Enough of this useless talk, after traveling all the way, I’m starving and thirsty. Let’s solve this issue first." Ye Fan, feeling guilty, changed the topic and looked at Mengyao: "What do you think, Mengyao, are you hungry too?"

"Not only hungry, I’m also terribly thirsty." Mengyao cooperated fully.

The group entered the villa, where Chu Biyao thoughtfully helped Ye Fan sit down, smiling: "Brother-in-law, you’re a patient now. What would you like to eat? What would you like to drink? Just tell us, there’s nothing we can’t do."

Behind her, Liu Shangxiang and Lu Xiangxiang were on standby, ready to serve at any moment.

"Seeing that you’re a patient, we’ll take care of you this time. Apart from things like three-legged frogs that can’t be found, feel free to ask." Lu Xiangxiang said earnestly.

"Can you cook?" Ye Fan looked at Chu Biyao and Lu Xiangxiang, knowing they were clueless about cooking, not an exaggeration at all.

"Underestimating us." Chu Biyao looked down at Ye Fan in disdain and said, "Lu Xiangxiang and I can’t, but Liu Shangxiang can."

"Is it going to be okay?" Ye Fan wasn’t sure about it, so he looked to Mengyao for confirmation.

"Yes!" Mengyao nodded and then said, "I think I’d better help you out."

"No need, you just chat with our hero. Leave such small tasks to us." Chu Biyao confidently took charge.

"Exactly, exactly." Lu Xiangxiang quickly added, "You chat, and we’ll handle the cooking. I’ll assist Shangxiang with Biyao, absolutely no problem."

Chu Biyao jumped in, "Brother-in-law is a patient now, he should enjoy a patient’s treatment. Sis, you’ve been on a plane all day with him, take a rest, leave the meal preparations to us without any issues."

"Okay then, whatever you say." Mengyao sighed, smiling wryly.

"Patient treatment? You all still treat me like I’m sick?" Ye Fan was unhappy.

"You are a patient, aren’t you?" Mengyao said with amusement: "When discharged, what did the doctor say? You need a quiet recovery for a month, avoid exerting yourself, understood?"

"Alright, I’m a patient." Ye Fan slumped down; with Mengyao saying so, he had nothing to refute.

"Watching you all argue with so many words, I think you might get full without eating." Liu Shangxiang chimed in, laughing heartily.

"Sorry to trouble you personally to cook." Ye Fan said politely.

"When did you become so courteous?" Liu Shangxiang smiled.

"It’s not courtesy, but I’m a man with hands and feet, being forced to be taken care of as a patient by you all, it’s quite stressful." Ye Fan replied with a wry smile.

"Pressure is good." Liu Shangxiang laughed, and then instructed: "Biyao, Xiangxiang, go wash the vegetables, and Knife Sis, help chop them."

"Okay!" the three women responded enthusiastically.

Liu Shangxiang called Chu Biyao, Lu Xiangxiang, and Qiu Wen into the kitchen.

The kitchen became a busy hub.

"Am I really okay?" Ye Fan looked at Mengyao, helplessly saying: "Don’t you know my physical condition? No need to fuss over me."

"That’s not my idea, it’s theirs. I can’t do anything about it." Mengyao laughed and said, "You’ve just been discharged, and they didn’t get to see you. Now they want to take care of you, just appreciate their effort."

"Alright, being this patient is quite stifling." Ye Fan lamented, "To reciprocate their kindness, I can only passively accept their care, just being a patient."

"Why, you’re unwilling?" Mengyao teased, "My best friends and sisters are personally busy looking after you; aren’t you grateful enough? Look at them, they’re all beauties, each one outstanding. You should be secretly pleased instead of looking so reluctant."

"I’m just a bit embarrassed." Ye Fan said calmly.

"Brother-in-law, what’s there to be embarrassed about?" Biyao came out and asked with great interest.

"Nothing." Ye Fan said.

"Oh!" Biyao didn’t pry further. She hadn’t forgotten her goal, asking for Ye Fan’s preference: "Brother-in-law, I’ve prepared watermelon juice, strawberry juice, green bean juice, and other drinks. What would you like? If you need sugar or milk added, just let us know; your requests only urge us to serve you wholeheartedly."

"Let’s skip the theatrics. It’s a hot day, just serve whatever’s available. I’m not picky, you know that. Why show off your sweet talk here, trying to tease me." Ye Fan criticized.

"Hehe, brother-in-law, isn’t it all to please you?" Biyao smiled and said, "But judging by your attitude, it looks like you’re not appreciative."

"Whatever you have, I’ll drink it, I like them all." Ye Fan said warmly, immediately changing his tone.

"That’s more like a patient!" Biyao muttered, then loudly said: "One cup of watermelon juice, one spoonful of sugar, two spoonfuls of milk, three drops of oil."

"Is this a dark recipe or a poison concoction?" Ye Fan’s mouth twitched, and his face really turned dark.

"Pfft!" Mengyao burst into laughter.

In the kitchen, Qiu Wen, who was preparing drinks, almost dropped her cup.

"This joker, kills with laughter without paying the price." Lu Xiangxiang paused while washing cucumbers, dropping one into the water, splashing droplets.

Liu Shangxiang’s hand shook while holding the pan, almost throwing it.