"Speak up, what exactly did you put in there?" Junchen's face suddenly twisted into a fierce expression as he interrogated through clenched teeth.
The warm atmosphere abruptly froze.
Wanhua looked at her husband in astonishment, wondering how this calm and polite man could treat a sweet girl who had kindly brought him ginger soup with such an attitude.
"It's just ginger, isn't it? It's ginger soup. What else could it be?"
Xiao Wan blinked her watery, big eyes, glancing between Junchen and Wanhua. Her pitiful look seemed as if one more word would bring her to tears.
"Nonsense, you definitely added something..."
Junchen seemed about to say something when he suddenly felt the pain in his stomach ease a lot, and the burning sensation lessened.
What's going on, it's gone, no problem now?
Could it be that I was overly cautious, overthinking it, and the diarrhea was just due to eating too many chilies, with no actual laxatives involved?
Junchen fell into self-doubt.
