Chapter 334: Chapter 335: No Longer Living for Others Chapter 334: Chapter 335: No Longer Living for Others In the living room, the hen kept running, and Qin Sijue kept chasing. Just when he was about to catch it, as he got close, the old hen suddenly spread its wings and flew onto the back of the sofa, still clucking away as if it was taunting Qin Sijue!

Qin Sijue slowly approached again, then lunged forward, but the chicken jumped off the back of the sofa again and ran elsewhere, still clucking away, as if taunting Qin Sijue!

Damn!

Qin Sijue cursed in his heart!

It was just a chicken, yet it was acting all mighty in front of him!?

In the living room, Uncle Qin and two servants were also dumbfounded, seeing him chase a chicken for the first time!

In the pursuit, quite a few chicken feathers scattered around the living room, creating a somewhat disheveled scene.

Uncle Qin wanted to help, but Young Master specifically forbade anyone from interfering!

“Luo Chen!”

Staring at the chicken, Qin Sijue was filled with anger.

“Mr. Qin.”

“Gun.”

Luo Chen was stunned for a moment before taking out a handgun from his bosom and handing it to Qin Sijue.

After taking the gun, Qin Sijue aimed at the mother hen still ‘strolling’ in the living room, then pulled the trigger. With a ‘bang,’ he hit a vital spot!

At last, he had taken down that chicken!

After slaughtering it, the pungent smell of blood was unbearable for Qin Sijue, yet in the end, he didn’t say a word. Under the chef’s guidance, he cleaned the hen thoroughly and then put it into the pot whole!

…

After more than an hour of effort, although it was fraught with setbacks, a pot of preserved egg and lean pork congee was finally ready!

“Is this good enough?” Qin Sijue lifted the lid of the clay pot, glanced at the thick congee inside, then looked up at the chef and asked.

The chef also leaned over and glanced at the congee in the pot, “It’s ready.”

Qin Sijue didn’t say anything further but took a large bowl and scooped out half of the congee into it, placing it on the tray. He then took a spoon and a small bowl, and carrying the congee, went upstairs.

The master bedroom on the second floor.

Hearing the sound of the doorknob turning, Gu Qiangwei slightly opened her eyes.

What entered her view was Qin Sijue entering with the congee.

The time had come to a little past one in the afternoon.

Holding the congee, he approached the bedside, carelessly placing the tray on the nightstand before his dark eyes turned to look at Gu Qiangwei.

“How do you feel?”

His voice was very soft and deep, his concern for her was evident.

Gu Qiangwei lifted her gaze, glanced at him and said softly, “I’m fine.”

He didn’t say anything more but personally helped her sit up slightly, leaning against the headboard, and propped a pillow under her back.

“Have some food, the doctor said you’re weak and need nourishment.”

Gu Qiangwei glanced at the congee, was it actually her favorite preserved egg and pork congee?

“I…” She hesitated, wanting to say she couldn’t eat.

But thinking it over and meeting his dark eyes, she stopped the words on her lips.

If she didn’t eat and her body broke down, who would pay the price?

Even if his grandfather was right, who could prove that the baby in her stomach was definitely dead?

Up until now, she still faintly felt there had once been a pulsing heartbeat there, and the person who had harmed her child was Nangong Feifei!

She didn’t want to live for others anymore, starting from now, she would live for herself, for Qin Sijue, for her deceased child!

Qin Sijue picked up the bowl and spoon, personally scooped a spoonful of congee, and brought it to her lips.

Gu Qiangwei lifted her eyes to look into his deep black ones, didn’t speak, but obediently opened her mouth, eating the congee spoonful by spoonful.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed a band-aid on his finger.