He learned who his biological parents were, but he couldn't even meet them. He only knew from Liu San's family that Wei Yan looked somewhat like his mother.

Having received compensation from the Wei family, he became a wealthy man, but he didn't know what to do next.

Having spent half his life in the military, all he knew was how to train soldiers and lead troops into battle; he knew nothing else.

Now that he no longer has to worry about war, and suddenly has a lot of free time, how should he spend it?

And, he is just a commoner, while Ning is the old lady of the Marquis's mansion. Is there any possibility that the two of them can get back together?

I reckon the Ning family would definitely look down on him.

After a few days of depression, the physical pain awakened his will to live.

He asked Xiao Qingyin to give him bee therapy.

Before receiving bee therapy, he felt that he had experienced the pain of having his Achilles tendon stabbed, so bee stings would be nothing to him.

Who knew that he would be in so much pain on the first day that he couldn't sleep all night.

When he couldn't sleep at night, he thought of Ning.

How painful must it have been for Ning Shi to insist on bee therapy even at the cost of her life?

How lonely must she have been while enduring the pain of treatment at the villa with Yan'er?

Unfortunately, he didn't understand at all back then.

While feeling remorseful and guilty, he also felt a strange sense of relief.

I am grateful that I had this illness and endured the torment of the disease, which allowed me to understand how Ning felt back then.

No one in this world is closer to her than him.

As long as we can get closer, I wouldn't mind letting him suffer all the hardships she's endured.

If Madam Ning found out, she would definitely suspect that he had gone mad.

No normal person wants to suffer for themselves.

Because of this thought, when Wei Zhenghong received treatment the next day, he said to Xiao Qingyin, "Don't apply the ointment, I'm not afraid of pain."

Xiao Qingyin: "???"

Does being unafraid of pain mean you have to endure it?

I don't understand his logic.

But since the patient had made such a request, she respected his decision.

Wei Zhenghong endured the entire treatment process with a bittersweet feeling.

After he was able to walk on his own, he went to the Jing'an Marquis's residence to find Ning Shi and expressed his intention to give all his family's wealth to the mother and son.

Ning refused without even thinking about it.

"What would we do with you? We're not short of money. Keep it for yourself."

At his advanced age and having lost his power and status in the Duke's mansion, it won't be easy for him to remarry.

Without assets, who would want him?

Are you attracted to his age or his lack of bathing?

“I don’t need to,” Wei Zhenghong replied. “These past few days I’ve been thinking about what I should do. I remembered how much I loved watching people build houses when I was a kid, so I decided to learn carpentry.”

Ning asked in surprise, "You want to be a carpenter?"

“Yes.” Wei Zhenghong nodded. “I want to build a house for myself to live in.”

Ning had lived with him for so many years, but she had never seen him do any carpentry work, so she remained noncommittal about it.

"In that case, you should keep your family fortune. Otherwise, how will you buy wood and tools to practice?"

Wei Zhenghong was persuaded by her.

"Alright then, I'll keep it for now. If you and Yan'er need any money, just come to me. Or, if you need any furniture made to order, you can also come to me."

Ning was amused by him.

"You haven't even mastered the basics yet, and you're already trying to get orders? You should find a master to apprentice under first."

At this time, she did not know that Wei Zhenghong really had some talent like Lu Ban. In the near future, the furniture he made would be popular throughout the capital, and orders would be booked until ten years later.

Upon hearing her words, Wei Zhenghong obediently nodded.

"I've already had someone look for me."

He wanted to chat a little longer, but he couldn't find any more topics to talk about, so he had no choice but to say goodbye and leave.

As they left the residence, they saw Wei Yan leading his servants, carrying a strange-looking reclining chair out. They couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's this?"

Massage chair.

Wei Yan replied.

"Made for Xiaoshu."

How is she now?

"The same as always."

Wei Zhenghong couldn't help but worry.

Even with Xiao Qingyin's superb medical skills, she couldn't wake Yun Shu; her injuries must be incredibly severe.

However, he couldn't help, and could only worry helplessly.

Looking at that recliner, and thinking about how I was about to become a carpenter's apprentice, I couldn't help but laugh.

While others inherit their fathers' businesses, in his case, it was the father who inherited the son's business.

Wei Yan went to examine the strange object first, and he followed behind. If others knew this, they would probably be overjoyed.

But he was very happy.

The father and son were doing the same thing, which gave him a sense of close connection.

Wei Yan completely ignored him; he had finally finished making the massage chair and couldn't wait to let Yun Shu use it.

When he visits her in the future, he can help her instead of just sitting by her reading stories.

After the massage chair was delivered to the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence, it was carried into Yun Shu's room.

Xiao Qingyin had already tried out the chair, and seeing it again still struck her as amazing.

This chair is made entirely of wood, without a single nail or piece of iron, yet its massage effect is far superior to that of the high-tech massage chairs of later generations.

The massage chairs of later generations may not only help you unbutton your clothes, but they may also beat you so badly that you suffer serious injuries.

Or they won't release you until the appointed time, keeping you stuck in place like shackles, making you miss your train.

After experiencing it once, Xiao Qingyin never wanted to go near that thing again.

But she wished she could lie down in Wei Yan's trap a few more times.

If it weren't for the complexity of the process and the time-consuming manufacturing, she would have even asked Wei Yan to make one for her as well.

After she and Wei Yan lifted Yun Shu onto the chair and secured her, Wei Yan turned the handle, causing the gears to rotate and powering the massage device to methodically massage Yun Shu's acupoints.

"The force was just right."

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