Zhong Lingling's stomach growled with hunger, prompting her to stretch languidly before placing the treasured book in a very hidden spot in the study.
With medical texts as her spiritual nourishment, Lingling felt her marriage into the Xiang Family was a bargain.
She stepped out of the study and saw Xiang Yimo sitting alone at the dining table, eating noodles.
The tempting aroma wafted over, making Lingling's stomach growl even more.
She thought to herself that Yimo would rather cook for himself than exchange half a word with her, showing how much he must despise her for marrying into the Xiang Family for money.
Alright then, Lingling had enough self-awareness. If someone looks down on you, there's no need to shamelessly cozy up to them.
It was even better that Yimo ignored her, so she didn't have to worry about issues like losing her chastity.
But realistically, if Yimo cooked noodles, he should have made some for her too, right?