Chapter 39
Duanmu Huaixin, who had lost his memory, was very curious about the imperial city, but less than half a minute after he stepped out of the house, he regretted it.
The residents around seemed to have their ears at their doorsteps. Before Duanmu Huaixin even walked out of the alley, someone had already come over to knock on the door of this young master.
"Look, this is the fool from the rich businessman's family." A snotty-nosed child pointed at Duanmu Huaixin and said loudly.
Duanmu Huaixin frowned. He could ignore those secretive glances and whispers, but this kid was scolding him right in front of him. Could he still pretend not to hear?
Since mother, no, it was that woman who said that as a young master, he had a bit of a crazy personality, then even if he was a little crazy, it was normal, right? Thinking of this, Duanmu Huaixin opened his mouth wide, pulled down the left corner of his mouth with his hand, stretched out a small piece of soft tongue tip, stretched it out diagonally, pulled down his right eyelid with his right hand, and made a "wula wu wa" sound from his mouth, and walked towards the child step by step.
The child was obviously shocked. His muddy face showed visible fear and he stepped back at a loss.
"Hehe, hehe... hehehe." Duanmu Huaixin let out a strange laugh for no apparent reason, and his pace quickened, gradually changing from walking to jogging, as he rushed towards the child.
"Wow - don't eat me... Daddy..." The child was so scared that he fell to the ground, crying loudly. His tears and saliva sprayed out from crying mixed with the running snot, and the sticky snot gathered at his chin, and he was about to fall.
Faced with such a dirty face, Duanmu Huaixin hesitated. He wanted to go over and "punish" the child, such as pinching the child's face hard to make him cry in pain or patting his head. The child's head was round and looked very easy to pat, but since the child had already admitted his mistake while crying, he would not go over to punish him.
It was only because Duanmu Huaixin that he forgave the child, not because he thought it was dirty, absolutely not. Duanmu Huaixin thought, looking at the onlookers around him simply and straightforwardly, are these people more interesting than children?
Unable to teach the child a lesson, Duanmu Huaixin turned his attention to the crowd watching. His previous actions did scare others, but perhaps because they were not worried, everyone just stood a little further away and continued to watch the farce in front of them with relish.
But as Duanmu Huaixin approached, everyone was still very aware of how annoying they were. Some left, some closed their doors. Even the child who was crying on the ground took advantage of Duanmu Huaixin's inattention and immediately got up from the ground and ran away in a hurry.
The crowd of onlookers dispersed, but the hidden gossip did not stop. Every move of the "silly young master" Duanmu Huaixin was recorded by people, which made people more and more curious. This tall and thin foreign "fool" was so young, and Sister Wen was also so young. I wonder if they would do something they shouldn't do in the house.
Some people with dirty thoughts came up to Duanmu Huaixin and said with a malicious smile, "Young Master! Is your stepmother beautiful?"
Duanmu Huaixin originally thought that this person was here to laugh at him, but the other party asked him with a smile whether the woman was beautiful. Duanmu Huaixin suddenly recalled that when he just woke up, the woman smiled at him gently and told him so firmly that she would not abandon him, but the woman said something about "marrying a good man"!
Thinking of this, Duanmu Huaixin said viciously: "It's so ugly, so ugly that he doesn't even know his own weight!"
"Ha, this idiot said Sister Wen is ugly."
"Hehe, I'm afraid you don't know how good women are."
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Chaotic words came from people's mouths. Duanmu Huaixin was inexplicably irritated. He covered his ears tightly and shouted at the crowd: "Shut up!"
Then the waves of pain in his head made Duanmu Huaixin break out in a cold sweat. He had to move step by step and hide in a corner. He curled up his body as if he had done it countless times, and buried his head in his knees involuntarily.
Seeing this, the secret guard who was guarding Prince Huai in secret immediately returned to the courtyard to report to Wen Weili.
In the small courtyard, Zhiyun sat next to Wen Weili, helping the young lady to shell beans. She followed the young lady's instructions and avoided meeting Prince Huai, so she would only come out when Prince Huai went out or was in the room.
This morning, Duanmu Huaixin made a fuss about going out, and Wen Weili let him out. However, Duanmu Huaixin looked at Wen Weili with some surprise and suspicion for a moment before walking out angrily.
Zhiyun hid in the room and heard Duanmu Huaixin's words. She immediately became angry. She waited until Prince Huai left the house before she asked, half in a coquettish tone and half in dissatisfaction with Prince Huai: "Miss, is Prince Huai suspicious of you?"
Wen Weili was very calm. She picked up the beans beside her and peeled them. She slowly answered Zhiyun, "Yes, Xinxin is no longer the well-behaved girl she used to be after losing her memory."
"..." Zhiyun was silent for a long time before she asked cautiously, "You—have you known Prince Huai's appearance for a long time?"
"Face?" Wen Weili repeated it softly. She did not answer, but just smiled slightly.
But Zhiyun had already understood what he meant. She suddenly realized that the young lady was not blinded by Prince Huai's coquettishness, but silently allowed Prince Huai to act cute.
Miss, you already know all this?! Zhiyun's face remained calm, but her heart was turbulent. As the Miss's personal maid, she had practically grown up with her, and she had always felt that she was gentle and soft, and needed her protection.
Prince Huai has been following the young lady like a follower since she was a child, and he must have bad intentions, so she always prevents Prince Huai from getting too close to the young lady.
If it weren't for the recent events, if Prince Huai hadn't lost his memory and acted differently than before, if the young lady hadn't intentionally revealed herself in front of her, Zhiyun would never have known that her young lady was not as weak and gentle as she imagined.
This fact overturned Zhiyun's general understanding and made her fall into long contemplation. She sat on the stool for a long time without saying a word.
Wen Weili did not disturb Zhiyun's meditation, and continued to slowly peel the beans in her hand. The surroundings were so quiet that it seemed like a world of its own.
It was not until a dark shadow knelt in front of Wen Weili and whispered that he had information about Duanmu Huaixin that Zhiyun seemed to wake up, said goodbye to Wen Weili and returned to her room.
Duanmu Huaixin was in a corner, his expression painful, perhaps triggered by a memory. Wen Weili thought for a moment, ordered the guards to lead the way, and prepared to bring Xinxin back herself.
When they arrived at the place where Duanmu Huaixin was curled up, the secret guards had already dressed as servants and drove away the crowd of onlookers, and surrounded Duanmu Huaixin, but they did not dare to move without the master's order.
"Xinxin?" Wen Weili approached Duanmu Huaixin, squatted down, and held Duanmu Huaixin's pale and weak hands. "I'm here, don't be afraid."
"..." Duanmu Huaixin vaguely felt his 'stepmother' coming over. Although it felt very strange, his body was cold at the moment, and his 'stepmother's' hands were extremely warm. Her caring words made his heart swell, and he wanted to just lie in his 'stepmother's' warm arms.
But Duanmu Huaixin was reluctant to call out the word "stepmother". Conflicting emotions made him hold his "stepmother's" hand tightly, and he could only mumble, "Cold, so cold."
Cold? Wen Weili thought of a prescription for treating cold body and coaxed him, "Dear Xinxin, it will be warm when we get home, don't be afraid." Wen Weili knew that she couldn't carry Duanmu Huaixin, so she asked a hidden guard to carry Duanmu Huaixin on his back. While continuing to hold Duanmu Huaixin's hand, she coaxed him gently.
Duanmu Huaixin was a little panicked when he was carried by a stranger, but with Wen Weili's comfort, he soon calmed down. In his heart, he despised himself for pretending to ask for comfort from his "stepmother", but he kept shouting words like "cold", "painful", and "scared".
After coaxing Duanmu Huaixin to stay on the back of the hidden guard, Wen Weili took Duanmu Huaixin back to the courtyard. When she met curious people asking questions along the way, she told them that the eldest young master was ill.
The neighbors all knew about Sister Wen's affairs, so they stopped asking questions, but they would not say what they were thinking at this moment and avoid embarrassing themselves.
When Duanmu Huaixin was sent back to his room, he was lying on the bed, holding Wen Weili's hand and unwilling to let go.
"Don't go, okay..." Duanmu Huaixin's forehead was covered with sweat, and he stared at Wen Weili with a pair of round puppy-like eyes, saying coquettishly.
"I didn't leave," Wen Weili brushed a strand of hair from Duanmu Huaixin's forehead to the back of his head, "I just asked someone to make some medicine for you. After you drink it, you won't feel cold anymore."
"Just say it right here," Duanmu Huaixin bit his lip, his eyelashes fluttering nervously, afraid that his harsh tone would make his 'stepmother' angry, and begged softly, "Mother, I want you."
After calling out this name, it seemed that he no longer felt awkward. Duanmu Huaixin raised his head and called out again and again, which made people feel softened.
Wen Weili sighed helplessly and gently touched Duanmu Huaixin's head, as if she was really coaxing her child, "Okay, I won't leave, Xinxin, don't be afraid."
Wen Weili actually sat down beside the bed, called the hidden guard, and explained the medicinal ingredients, dosage, and decoction method of the prescription in detail.
"By the way, don't forget to ask Dr. Li for help. Remember, do it quickly." Wen Weili said.
"Who is Doctor Li?" Duanmu Huaixin inexplicably felt that the name "Li" sounded uncomfortable when addressed to someone, especially when it came from the mouth of his "stepmother", which made him feel even more disgusted.
Wen Weili gently patted Duanmu Huaixin's back and said, "Be good, Doctor Li was invited here to see you. Don't you want to get better?"
"Can't we just change doctors?" Duanmu Huaixin pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile, "Mom, I feel a little uncomfortable when I hear this surname."
Wen Weili smiled and said, "Doctor Li is a highly skilled doctor. He prescribed the medicine to wake you up when you were unconscious, and now you're looking down on him. Xinxin, be obedient and let Doctor Li take your pulse to see how you are. That will put your mother at ease."
Under Wen Weili's persuasion, Duanmu Huaixin reluctantly agreed.
Li Zhigu of the Wen Mansion received a message from Wen Weili. Seeing that the paper said Duanmu Huaixin was afraid of him, he began to think. Since Wen Weili told him this, he must not know the inside story. However, since his apprentice had invited him, Li Zhigu still hurried to the courtyard.
"When did you have anything dirty with Xinxin? He gets annoyed when he hears your last name." Wen Weili was waiting for Li Zhigu at the door and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Alas, this is a long story. Why don't we wait until I finish examining Duanmu?" Li Zhigu sighed worriedly. "I can't escape anyway, so making it short will only lead to misunderstandings. Disciple, what do you think?"
After hearing what Li Zhigu said, Wen Weili let go of the corner of the clothes she was holding. "Okay, then you go in. But if Xinxin resists you too much, you have to come out."
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