His crying softened Wei Yihong's heart.
"Alright, alright, stop crying. I'll drink it. I'll definitely drink Qiuyue's heartfelt gift."
Wei Yihong smiled, forcing himself to swallow the bitter Chinese medicine.
The third wife stopped crying and started laughing, wiping the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.
"Master, let me feed you."
As she spoke, she wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief...
Wei Yihong chuckled dryly, "Qiuyue, tonight I need to sleep in the study to handle some business matters..."
The third wife asked in confusion, "Do we have to deal with things tonight? I was thinking of giving Master a foot massage, a back massage, and a back rub to help him relax."
Wei Yihong felt a little uneasy...
There's nothing one can do when you reach middle age.
The third wife seemed to understand something, and smiled foolishly.
Covering her mouth, she asked, "Are you scared?"
At the same time, his heart sank slightly as he heard the children's voices outside.
She had been married into the household for two years but had not borne any children.
But recently, when I looked in the mirror, I noticed a few gray hairs sprouting from my temples.
He was secretly anxious.
If she can't give this scoundrel a son or daughter, she'll be abandoned and sent away by Wei Yihong sooner or later.
Men will always love young girls in their late teens.
Time is running out for me.
The second wife already has a son, and in the future, the vast family fortune will definitely be passed on to the second young master.
The third wife was somewhat unwilling. Why should she?
They were both courtesans from the same brothel, but they married Wei Yihong at different times.
What puzzled the Third Madam was that the Master would occasionally say that the young master didn't resemble him, but the Third Madam didn't pay much attention to it. Suddenly, a bold idea came to her mind...
He immediately reflected on his absurd idea.
He then smiled and continued to plot, determined to keep the master staying at his residence and not give him a single day off!
Rest my ass!
No rest until you have a son.
When night falls, add a blanket for the master. There's also a bed in the study; two people can squeeze in and get some sleep.
Anyway, he can't touch her, and the second wife can forget about touching her either.
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