Chapter 10 It's My Luck

Yu Qinghuan refused verbally, looking ashamed and angry, but Xie Zhili smiled when he caught a glimpse of her red earlobes.

"You didn't say that when you were intimate with me last night."

His ambiguous words and straight gaze teased Yu Qinghuan inch by inch.

Yu Qinghuan was forced to press her back against the headboard, her watery eyes forced to look into his, with nowhere to escape, the corners of her eyes faintly reddening.

She gritted her teeth, "How can it be the same as last night!"

Outside the house, Sang Ru tried to go in again and again, but was stopped by Mrs. Li. "Mother Li, why are you stopping me? Didn't you hear that the Madam and the Second Master are arguing?!"

This second master is clearly bullying her wife.

Mrs. Li said, "Why are you so anxious? The Second Master just ordered the kitchen to prepare some medicine. He had good intentions. How could he bully your wife?"

Sang Ru wanted to say something, but Mrs. Li was too lazy to explain to her. What was the quarrel? This was clearly the love affair between a man and a woman. This inexperienced girl just didn't understand anything.

If the Second Master is more familiar with the First Lady, wouldn't the little Marquis in her belly come sooner?

At this moment, in the room, Xie Zhili looked at the woman in front of him who looked like she had been bullied, and he felt even more aroused. His bad temper was quietly being exposed.

The hand that was ruffling her hair turned to cup Yu Qinghuan's cheek, "He's dead. You're alone in your boudoir. Don't you feel lonely?"

“No.”

Yu Qinghuan turned her head away, trying to avoid Xie Zhili's direct gaze, but he held her face firmly in his hands, making it impossible to avoid it.

"Really?" Xie Zhili rubbed his palms repeatedly, as if he was holding a pleasing toy, and did not take Yu Qinghuan's stubborn words seriously. She clearly enjoyed herself last night.

Yu Qinghuan's heart moved slightly, and she unconsciously recalled last night. The feeling was completely different from before, and there was also some indescribable excitement.

Thinking of this, her ears felt hot and she stopped talking. A blush crept from her ears to her cheeks.

She couldn't help but wonder, if she had known that her late husband was not good at matters between men and women, would she still have married Xie Zhiwen?

Seeing her reaction, Xie Zhili understood what was going on. He curled his lips slightly and released her hand. "You don't need to feel embarrassed. Loneliness is common in secluded places. I'm lucky to be able to share your worries."

Hearing this, Yu Qinghuan raised her head to look at him with difficulty, "But if Xie Zhiwen knew about this in the afterlife..."

A gloom flashed across Xie Zhili's eyes, but a warm smile hung on his face. He pulled Yu Qinghuan into his arms and comforted her gently, "If my brother knew that someone was taking care of you, he would probably die with a smile on his face."

In the corner where Xie Zhili couldn't see, Yu Qinghuan's face was twitching. This Xie Zhili was indeed not a good guy. He looked like a gentleman in the past, but now he was lying to people.

The old marquis really knows how to name his two sons.

The eldest son, Xie Zhiwen, never reads, and there is not a single decent book in his study.

The younger son Xie Zhili's act of taking over the throne was intended to tempt his widowed sister-in-law to marry him.

Xie Zhili stood up, opened the food box, and took out the medicine soup inside. "I know you have a stomachache, so I asked him to boil another bowl."

Seeing the bowl of black medicine, Yu Qinghuan's face fell. She forced a soft smile and said, "You are so thoughtful. I am not feeling unwell. I won't drink this medicine."

Xie Zhili sat down beside the couch. The crisp sound of a white porcelain spoon hitting the edge of a bowl startled the room, and he scooped a spoonful of medicine and fed it to Yu Qinghuan. "It's not bitter. Would you like to try it?"

Yu Qinghuan almost lost her expression. Medicine must be bitter. Who is Xie Zhili trying to fool?

She shook her head, still refusing.

Xie Zhili had never coaxed anyone before, nor was he one for that. After a moment's thought, he said with a smile, "I once saw a play where a woman fainted, and the man who was feeding her medicine actually passed it to her with his mouth..."

Yu Qinghuan looked puzzled, "?"

Xie Zhili: "You want me to imitate the man in the play?"

Yu Qinghuan: “…”

She opened her mouth almost immediately and took the medicine in the spoon into her mouth.

What surprised Yu Qinghuan was that the medicine was not bitter at all, but rather had a sweet taste when it went down his throat.

She stared at the ripples in the water in the bowl. The medicine was clearly emitting its usual green-brown color. How could it be sweet?

Xie Zhili smiled and scooped another spoonful to feed Yu Qinghuan, "Do you still find it bitter?"

Yu Qinghuan shook her head, her eyes puzzled. When the medicine in the bowl was almost empty, she couldn't help but ask, "The medicine I drank in the past was always bitter, why is this medicine sweet today?"

After finishing the bowl of medicine, Xie Zhili finally explained, "I asked someone to buy camphor honey today, and then asked the person who was decocting the medicine to add some."

He pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and raised his hand to wipe the medicine stains on the corners of Yu Qinghuan's lips. His fingertips, with thin calluses on them, wiped across her lower lip through the handkerchief. His movements were gentle, with a hint of indescribable ambiguity.

Yu Qinghuan was not stupid. Camphor honey was common. Xie Zhiwen had asked someone to buy it from the pharmacy in the past. He didn't know how much was added to the medicine. Not only did the bitterness remain the same, but it also had a strange taste, making it even more difficult to swallow.

The bowl of soup I just drank didn't taste bitter at all, but had a sweet aftertaste. How could it be made by adding some camphor and honey? I'm afraid even the herbs inside have been changed. Maybe there's some secret recipe for relieving the bitterness that hasn't been passed on to others.

She looked up at Xie Zhili again, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Although she didn't want to compare the two of them, she couldn't help but wonder why Xie Zhiwen was not as attentive as Xie Zhili in the past?

In an instant, Yu Qinghuan felt more grateful and sincere towards Xie Zhili in front of him, "Thank you very much."

The man, who was putting the bowl and spoon back into the lunch box, smiled when he heard this. "Did he feed you medicine like I just did?"

Yu Qinghuan tried hard to recall, that was something that happened in her previous life. Thinking until the end, she found that her late husband had never been by her side when she was unwell, let alone feeding her medicine with his own hands.

Xie Zhili sat upright, his eyes fixed on Yu Qinghuan, as if he had woven a web, patiently waiting for her to slip into it...

Just when the two were about to touch each other, the ethereal sound of the piano penetrated the wall like a tidal wave, disturbing the ambiguity in the room.

Yu Qinghuan suddenly woke up and distanced herself from him. She pulled the quilt next to her over her body and said quickly, "Thank you so much for today. It's late now, you should go back and get some rest."

Xie Zhili's hand fell empty, "......"