He ordered the housekeeper, "Go and get Dr. Dai."
"Yes." The butler took the order and went to do his job.
Xu Jiang felt relieved, then she hung the painting back to its original place and walked over to Wan Sheng and bowed, "Xu Jiang was rude, I apologize."
At this point, Wansheng didn't want to argue with her. He just waved his hand and said, "Forget it." Then he sat next to Xizhi and gently held her hand.
Xu Jiang also walked over to Xizhi and stared at her intently. Seeing that she was still staring at the painting, she tried to ask, "What are you looking at, Madam?"
Xizhi didn't agree for a long time.
Just when Xu Jiang thought she wouldn't respond, she spoke slowly, "Zhe... Yun."
Everyone was shocked and their expressions changed.
Xu Jiang felt a mixture of joy and sorrow. She was happy that she had received a response, but sad that what she saw was no longer in the underworld.
Wansheng's expression was filled with pain and embarrassment.
Only Wan Qingmiao was surprised and delighted, "Look, Dad, Mom responded again. She remembers you!"
Xu Jiang was stunned when she heard this and asked, "What do you mean, Master Wan? Madam just called out..."
Wansheng closed his eyes and held Xizhi's hand tightly.
Wan Qingmiao laughed and said, "Madam Xu, you may not know that Zheyun was the courtesy name my mother gave my father, and we've called him that ever since."
"Master Wan's... courtesy name?" Xu Jiang looked at Wan Sheng in shock, only to see his face pale. Suddenly, she understood everything. Then, a chill ran down her spine. She murmured, "Absurd, absolutely ridiculous."
Shan Bo and Liu Mei cast complicated glances at Wan Sheng, ones that were funny, sad, and full of pity.
Wansheng smiled bitterly.
So what if it's ridiculous? He enjoys it.
No one could remain indifferent to her passionate, persistent, and unwavering feelings, but ever since she married into the Wan family, she had always been grateful, polite, and sometimes cold towards him. Even after they had a child, she still treated him with respect, without any admiration or closeness.
There is only Xu Yuan in her heart.
He envied Xu Yuan, was jealous of Xu Yuan, and wanted to be Xu Yuan.
So when she mistook him for Xu Yuan for the first time after her serious illness, showed such admiration for him, and called him "Zheyun" with tears of love, he responded in a mean manner.
From then on, things got out of control, he got deeper and deeper into trouble, and eventually became Zhe Yun.
He knew very well that this was all a dream, but he didn't want to wake up, nor did he want the woman who weaved the dream to wake up.
But she couldn't bear the alternation between reality and illusion, wandering between truth and falsehood, gradually confusing everything and gradually breaking down her spirit and body.
Wasn't he the same? He had hired famous doctors to treat her, but he was afraid she would wake up and abandon him to a dark and cold corner, treating him like a stranger sleeping in the same bed, and himself like a soulless shell.
After his mother passed away, he felt that life and death were nothing more than a handful of earth, or turning into a handful of ashes like Xu Yuan. It would be better to follow her and leave in this chaotic dream.
But the appearance of Xu Jiang broke his delusion, and he finally woke up from this dream.
Wan Qingmiao noticed that everyone's expressions were not right, and his suspicions grew, especially his father. He had always been considerate and gentle, but today he had lost his composure repeatedly and his words were very abnormal.
He was also puzzled by the relationship between Xu Jiang and his mother. However, the current situation was obviously not the right time to ask, so he could only wait until after treating his mother and then ask his father privately for an explanation.
Seeing that everyone was silent and the guests were standing there in a daze, Wan Qingmiao cleared his throat, invited Xu Jiang to take a seat, and then asked the servants to bring tea and snacks again.
Xu Jiang sat opposite Xizhi, with the painting behind her. Xizhi was looking at both the painting and her.
And her eyes never left Xizhi.
As she watched, Xizhi stood up involuntarily and walked towards Xu Jiang. After taking two steps, she found someone holding her hand.
She slowly turned around and saw Wan Sheng's familiar yet unfamiliar face, and immediately frowned.
She was in a daze, with double vision in her eyes. The two faces overlapped and separated on Wansheng's face, making her dizzy and she swayed as if she could not stand.
Wansheng only had one hand, which was holding hers at the moment. Seeing that she was about to fall, he propped up her with his broken shoulder and asked her to hold on.
Xizhi put her hand on his shoulder, then slid over and grabbed his empty sleeve.
Both of them were stunned.
"Mother." Wan Qingmiao was also frightened. She hurried forward to help Xizhi sit down, and then asked Wan Sheng with concern: "Father, are you okay?"
Xu Jiang, who had originally stood up with him, slowly sat back down when she saw the situation of the family of three.
Xizhi's gaze moved from the sleeve in her hand to Wansheng, and finally she saw his face clearly.
They looked at each other, one in pain, the other confused.
Wansheng let go of her, gently pulled back his sleeve, and turned sideways to cover his own flaws.
Xizhi stared at him for a long time, then returned her gaze to the red maple painting and Xu Jiang. After that, she did not move or speak again.
The hall was silent for a long time before Wan Sheng finally asked Xu Jiang, "When did you go to the capital?"
"Last Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Where was it before?"
"Since my master passed away, I left Yongsui and traveled around."
Wan Sheng was surprised, "You call him Master?"
Xu Jiang nodded. "He picked me up from a ginger field. I was raised by him for fourteen years, and we've always been like master and disciple."
"Does he know about you and him..." Wan Sheng glanced at his wife and didn't finish the question.
"I didn't know it before, but I found out before he died. However, he didn't tell me."
When Wan Sheng heard this, he didn't know what to feel for a moment, and just felt a little depressed.
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