The Whole Internet is Shipping Me with My Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 403: Breaking the Record

Sheng Yi was, of course, curious and nodded repeatedly.

She even said, "I always thought Dao An would go back and tell you about my foot injury, and before he came to see me at the hospital, I thought it was you, Yuanyuan, who arranged for him to visit. He even brought me soup, which was very fragrant. He said his newly hired aunt was very good at cooking."

"Because I’ve been especially busy these past few days, too busy to find the time," Gu Yuan replied.

Sheng Yi suddenly understood, "So that’s how it is. I knew it, but Dao An really deserves a drumstick for his efforts!"

Gu Yuan: "..."

My silly Yiyi.

Even at this point, you can’t guess it.

Dao An did all this because of you.

But whether or not to reveal this is Dao An’s own business, and Gu Yuan didn’t feel it was her place to interfere or say more, especially since she didn’t know if Sheng Yi had any feelings for Dao An. If she were to tell Sheng Yi directly, and it turned out that Sheng Yi was indifferent to Dao An romantically, Gu Yuan would be the offender.

So pretending to know nothing was the best approach.

Gu Yuan bent down to take a look at Sheng Yi’s foot injury, but Sheng Yi avoided her, quickly saying, "It’s wrapped in gauze, it’s fine."

Gu Yuan asked, "Does it still hurt now?"

"It doesn’t hurt anymore, but if I were to start running quickly, it might hurt a little. Overall, I shouldn’t make any big movements," Sheng Yi truthfully said without lying to Gu Yuan.

Gu Yuan’s tone was filled with guilt, "I had a lot on my hands a few days ago, and Dao An indeed didn’t tell me, so I didn’t know about this. I’m sorry, Yiyi, I wasn’t able to concern myself with your situation right away."

"Yuanyuan!" Sheng Yi held Gu Yuan’s hand, shouting, "How could you think like that?"

"See, even Dao An knew not to disturb your busy work. I wouldn’t distract you either. Look at my foot," Sheng Yi raised her foot a little to show Gu Yuan, "it’s fine, recovering very, very well."

Gu Yuan saw Sheng Yi lift her foot and scolded sternly, "Stand properly."

"Oh." Sheng Yi obediently stood properly.

Gu Yuan helped Sheng Yi walk over to the dining table, but Sheng Yi slapped away Gu Yuan’s hand, "Yuanyuan, you can’t support me; I’m not handicapped."

Gu Yuan smiled wryly, "I’m just afraid you’ll fall."

"No way, look, I got here just fine. Don’t worry, I won’t fall," Sheng Yi insisted on walking by herself, albeit at a slow pace, walking with a slight limp that affected appearance but not mobility.

"It smells so good; I’m almost drooling. I bet it’s Uncle Xiang’s handiwork tonight. I smelled it all the way from outside the estate," Sheng Yi smacked her lips, looking utterly famished.

Uncle Xiang happened to hear Sheng Yi’s words as he walked over and humbly said, "Miss Sheng Yi praises my cooking every time, consistently for over ten years, even if all I made was porridge."

Sheng Yi chuckled awkwardly, "Even if it’s porridge, it’s the best porridge. I praise because it genuinely tastes great. Every time I eat it, I can’t forget it and secretly wish I could steal Uncle Xiang away one day."

Gu Yuan raised an eyebrow, "Trying to poach my chef?"

Sheng Yi made a funny face, "Oh, keep it down, or my bestie will hear."

Gu Yuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud, her mood gradually improving, without any trace of having been observed.

Uncle Xiang pulled out a chair for Sheng Yi, right next to Gu Yuan’s seat.

Sheng Yi asked about Suisui, and Gu Yuan said she went to the garden in the east to pick flowers, accompanied by Mama. That eastern garden was full of plants, with flowers, grass, and even a sectioned-off vegetable patch, especially bountiful.

Uncle Xiang handed over a warm towel for her hands.

Sheng Yi quickly wiped her hands.

Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, she said, "Every time I come, it feels like a banquet, Yuanyuan, even if you skimped on me once, I’d be happy. Every time everything is so grand, I always feel like a guest of honor attending a formal event... Well, I’m not actually dressed up; I always feel like I dress so poorly every time I come. If my fans saw me, it’d be another meme of me looking dumb all over the internet."

Gu Yuan restrained her smile, "I remember you mentioning a while ago that your fans are obsessed with making meme images of you."

Sheng Yi nonchalantly sighed, "Not just a while ago, they’re consistently enthusiastic about it, so much so that I don’t have any haters anymore, just true fans who meme me."

This was truly not an exaggeration.

Gu Yuan started to inquire, "Be honest now, how did you actually hurt your foot?"

"The story of how I hurt my foot is long..."

"You know there’s something called making a long story short."

Just as Sheng Yi picked up chopsticks, she slowly put them down again, recounting the foot injury saga in full detail to Gu Yuan.