"Sorry, Auntie!" Xia Lin said sheepishly, "My mom always says I’m like a kid who never grew up, just knowing how to play, I really am a bit..."

"It’s okay. You’re still young! Besides, what’s wrong with being a kid who hasn’t grown up? If Ji Chuan likes you, he would be more than willing to spoil you like a child. Right, Ji Chuan?" Meng Qingmei smoothed things over for Ji Chuan and gave him a look.

"Yes. Mom, you really know me well," Ji Chuan laughed.

Hearing this, Xia Lin felt a bit embarrassed, not knowing how to resolve the awkwardness with words for a moment.

She simply gave a slight smile and reached out to take the hot soup that Meng Qingmei brought from the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the anger and bitterness in Yan Huan’s heart had already accumulated to the brim. She felt like she had been deceived; when Xia Lin wasn’t around, Ji Chuan’s eyes were only on her.

But when he saw Xia Lin, his entire demeanor changed.

And he claims to be a devoted person!

Hmph!

He’s not even as good as Cheng Yue!

At least Cheng Yue was doing it for his family, but what Ji Chuan saw was a young woman.

Just because she looks good.

She’s seen through it all!

With anger, Yan Huan also reached out to take that bowl of hot soup. As a result, both their hands touched the porcelain bowl at the same time, and because Yan Huan was angry, her strength was greater, causing the bowl to suddenly tilt towards her.

The soup splashed onto her hand, and Yan Huan felt pain, suddenly losing her grip.

The bowl tilted, and to prevent the soup from spilling, Xia Lin grasped the edge of the porcelain bowl tightly with one hand, and quickly came to its aid with the other, even though the action was still slow.

The soup bowl was too heavy and slippery; she couldn’t control it, and with a crash, it shattered on the floor.

Scalding soup splattered everywhere; she didn’t have time to dodge, and the soup scalded a part of her leg exposed under the skirt, turning it red.

Yan Huan’s leg also got splashed with soup, but she was wearing pants, so it wasn’t much of a problem.

Ji Chuan stood beside Xia Lin; everything happened too suddenly, it was just a matter of moments, and he didn’t have a chance to lend a hand.

"Are you alright..." Seeing Yan Huan was hurt, Ji Chuan got nervous and instinctively wanted to come over.

Meng Qingmei was faster, grabbing Yan Huan’s hand: "Let me see if it’s serious."

Since his mother had already shown concern for Yan Huan, he felt he could focus on Xia Lin. After all, she was also a guest and had just gotten scalded. It wasn’t right to ignore her.

He could only check on Xia Lin’s injury: "Are you okay? Did you get scalded?"

"A little. But it’s not too serious," Xia Lin looked down at her reddened calf, "It doesn’t hurt much. This will go away in a bit."

Ji Chuan took a glance; indeed, it wasn’t too severe: "Come on, let me help you do a cold compress."

In contrast, Yan Huan’s injury seemed trivial, just a few small red spots.

However, the emotional hurt she felt inside was instantly magnified countless times.

Seeing Xia Lin getting burnt, Ji Chuan’s first reaction was to worry about Xia Lin instead of her; Yan Huan’s chest felt like it had been punched. This so-called love was just that shallow.

Seeing the new, he discarded the old.

Ji Chuan, you liar! Womanizer!

Yan Huan’s long-suppressed temperament finally exploded, she let go of Meng Qingmei’s hand and turned to walk out.

"Hey, Yan Huan! Where are you going?" Meng Qingmei saw Yan Huan open the door and ran out, knowing the time was ripe, she smiled and hurriedly called her son, "Ji Chuan, I’ll take care of Xia Lin; you quickly go after Yan Huan, she’s run out!"