Feng Guang caught a cold, a very serious one. She stayed in bed for two days straight, and her breathing became hot along with her body temperature.

"Young master, the young lady is frail, so this cold is quite severe," said the aloof maid. "She still has a fever and needs to rest in bed; she shouldn't move around."

Qianqian looked at Xue An, completely at a loss, "Master, this..."

"It seems Luo Mei likes her very much." Xue An's fingers tapped lightly on the table. His ordinary face, but the pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling, made those around him feel a sudden increase in pressure.

The maid, called Luomei, remained silent.

Thousands of eyes darted back and forth between Xue An and Luo Mei. He steeled himself and stepped forward, saying, "Master, it's true that Xia Fengguang is ill. This pampered young lady is certainly not suited for hardship. If she's still of use, Master, you may return first. I'll take good care of her. If she's useless, then I..."

Thousands of hands gestured to their own necks.

Xue An's gaze turned cold. "Didn't I tell you? Don't meddle."

“Yes…” Thousands upon thousands of them trembled as they retreated.

"No need to do anything, just leave it like this."

"How could it be like this...?" Qianqian didn't dare to ask and walked out of the room with Luomei.

After everyone else left, Xue An picked up a piece of pastry from the plate, took a bite, and found it so sweet it hurt his teeth. He didn't understand what was so good about the pastry, but he didn't spit it out because that wouldn't be elegant for him, and not wasting food was his virtue. So he finished the pastry in his hand, and then, out of boredom, he finished the whole plate of pastries.

Oh, this sweet pastry is called Osmanthus Cake.

"Cough cough..." Feng Guang leaned back on the bed and said pitifully, "Luo Mei, do you really want to drink it?"

“Young lady, this is good for your illness, you must drink it.” Luo Mei’s expression was blank, but she quickly softened her expression. “However, you can eat a candied fruit after you drink it.”

The words "candied fruit" gave Feng Guang boundless strength. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp. Only after she put the candied fruit that Luo Mei had given her in her mouth and chewed it did she dare to breathe again. After the bitterness subsided, she frowned and complained as if she had lost half her life, "Why is all my medicine so bitter?"

"Because they had them add Coptis chinensis to the medicine." Luo Mei didn't speak, but a male voice rang out instead.

Xue Anchun walked in through the door, looking quite pleased with himself. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Young Master." Luo Mei bowed and took a step back.

Xue An walked straight to the bedside. Seeing the sickly appearance of the person on the bed, he clicked his tongue in disgust, as if mocking her frailty.

Feng Guang pursed her lips and asked, "Has something good happened to you?"

"Is winning money gambling a good thing?" Of course it is. Since no one else was playing with him, he went to the casino and, in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he made three wealthy businessmen go bankrupt.

She complained, "If there's something good going on, why put Coptis chinensis in my medicine?"

"This is called double happiness."

"You...cough cough..." She coughed again in anger, and it took her a while to catch her breath. Her slightly pale face was full of resentment. "Building your own happiness on the suffering of others, you really are..."

She wanted to call him a bad person, but considering her own situation, she ultimately puffed out her cheeks and didn't say it, instead sulking to herself.

Xue An chuckled softly and gently patted her head. "I've never been a good person to begin with. I'll give you three more days. If you're still not better, then I'll take your corpse to the Guanghe Desert."

Feng Guang couldn't help but shrink back. She couldn't understand why someone could say such cruel things with such a gentle expression.

"Miss Xia, get some rest." Xue An tossed her a paper bag, smiled, and turned to leave.

Feng Guang carefully opened the bag, inside was fresh osmanthus cake. Her expression didn't change, but Luo Mei next to her looked surprised.

"Luomei..." Fengguang asked softly, "He didn't add bitter melon to the pastries again, did he?"

"This..." Luo Mei couldn't answer. Given the young master's personality, it was quite possible. No, the fact that the young master would give desserts to women was surprising enough in itself.