Oops! My Beast Mates Can Hear My Inner Voice

Furious, Su Mo picked up the bowl of medicine, gritted her teeth, and downed it in one go.

Suppressing the bitter taste in her mouth, she asked, "There. Satisfied?"

’I have to get rid of this pest as soon as possible!!!’

Xuan Qing glanced at her, his face expressionless, then picked up the empty bowl and turned to leave.

"Until I leave the North Wing, I will be responsible for making sure you take your medicine. If I take good care of you, I’ll have something to report back to my two older sisters."

Watching his retreating back, Su Mo ground her teeth in anger. "I can tell them myself! I don’t need to trouble you, Third Young Master!"

Xuan Qing’s clear, strong voice came from outside the door. "It’s no trouble. I’m idle anyway. It’s nice to do what I can for Miss Su."

Su Mo rolled her eyes.

’Who asked him to butt in!!!’

When she turned her head, she saw two pieces of fruit on the table that hadn’t been there before.

Still fuming, Su Mo grabbed one and took a bite.

The crisp sweetness instantly washed away the indescribable bitterness in her mouth.

But she didn’t want to go downstairs yet. If she saw Xuan Qing, she was afraid she might lose control and try to bite someone!

In her room, Su Mo flipped through some medical texts, looking up treatment methods for the plague.

Although the information wasn’t entirely consistent, it was still useful as a reference.

By the time she finished reading, it was already dark outside.

When she went downstairs, she happened to see Xuan Qing coming out with a dish of food.

Su Mo’s gaze fell on the sweet and sour pork ribs he was carrying, and her eyes widened slightly.

Then she looked at the other dishes on the table.

’Are you kidding me? He made everything I was craving. But he replaced all the spicy dishes with braised or steamed versions? And he calls these cooking skills "barely edible"? Would it kill him to be a little less modest...?’

Xuan Qing said calmly, "This is my first time making some of these dishes. If they’re not good, please bear with them."

Su Mo looked at him in surprise and asked, "Your cooking skills are *really* just ’barely edible,’ Third Young Master?"

Xuan Qing replied in an unruffled tone, "They were originally barely edible. But recently, I’ve learned a few things from you, Miss Su, so perhaps I’ve improved. Have a taste. See if there’s anything that needs to be improved."

Su Mo walked over and tasted a piece of the braised chicken, then a piece of the pork ribs...

’Smart people really do learn everything quickly. These ribs taste almost exactly like mine.’

Su Mo subconsciously turned to look at the man standing beside her. Xuan Qing was already watching her with that same placid gaze.

’He probably doesn’t need my praise. I shouldn’t bother...’

But to her surprise, he was the first to ask, "Is it not good?"

Su Mo shook her head. "No, it’s great!"

Xuan Qing’s face remained serene, but a fleeting gentle light in his eyes betrayed his feelings.

When Fei Yan and Mo Xiao returned, they saw the two of them in the courtyard, talking about something.

Mo Xiao’s gaze swept over the smile on Su Mo’s face, and his brow furrowed slightly.

As he and Fei Yan drew closer, they saw the dishes on the table.

It was all food their wife loved, but it wasn’t her cooking.

Because their wife had always been someone who couldn’t have a meal without spice, and not a single dish tonight was spicy.

Fei Yan was the first to speak. "We’ve troubled you to prepare so many dishes for us, Third Young Master. Thank you for going to all this trouble."

Xuan Qing’s eyes were already clear and calm. "You’re welcome."

Fei Yan walked over to Su Mo and asked, "Wife, how are you feeling? Does it still hurt?"

Su Mo squinted. "I’m okay."

To be honest, the medicine Xuan Qing had given her was exactly what she needed.

The moment she spoke, Fei Yan smelled the scent of medicine on her.

He frowned imperceptibly but didn’t ask about it.

He just smiled and said, "Wife, you and the Third Young Master should sit and rest. Mo Xiao and I will take care of the rest."

Once inside the kitchen, Fei Yan and Mo Xiao both noticed the smell of medicine in the air—the same smell that had been on Su Mo.

Fei Yan found the dregs of the medicine in the kitchen’s waste bin.

He had some knowledge of pharmacology, so he quickly understood the purpose of these herbs.

He and Mo Xiao both knew very well that their wife hated taking medicine; it was basically impossible to expect her to prescribe something for herself.

This medicine... could only have been prepared by Xuan Qing.

The same thought occurred to both of them: Just how did he manage to coax their wife into drinking the medicine?

A short while later, Ye Yuan and the others also returned.

They washed their hands and sat down, ready to eat.

Although Xuan Qing hadn’t used any chili peppers in the main dishes, the flavors were still excellent.

Yue Ying cast a meaningful glance at Xuan Qing, who was sitting opposite him.

’I knew this Third Young Master would be trouble. He looks all pure and ascetic, but he’s actually devious as hell! The moment he sees an opening, he pounces... Having such a difficult rival in the house is a real headache!’

After dinner, Cang Lan stayed behind to wash the dishes.

Su Mo then took the others to find Huang Ming and his men.

Huang Ming was leading his few subordinates in methodically isolating the sick. But since he was sick himself, he was struggling to keep up.

After Su Mo arrived, he finally took a rest.

When she went to check on Huang Ming again, his temperature had risen. In his current state, there was no way he could care for patients, so Su Mo had Fei Yun move Huang Ming into the quarantine area as well.

By the time Su Mo had finished organizing things outside, it was the middle of the night. As she was about to head back, she saw a vaguely familiar figure in the darkness, stumbling and running toward her.