Miss Liu'er never had to be humble in the Fang family. Although she acted like she had to speak softly when discussing other people, her voice was very loud in the library.

Miss Jun smiled and reached out to pat the girl on the head.

It's really bullying.

The bullies don't realize it, and neither do the bullied.

Master Fang's expression remained calm.

"Miss Jun, please wait a moment. I will leave now." He said, and paused as he thought of something. "Will Miss Jun use the library frequently in the future?"

His attitude was very polite, but this politeness made people feel uncomfortable no matter how they looked at it.

Miss Jun smiled.

"No need to avoid me, I just came here to read some books." She said, glancing at the library. "It will take me less than half a day to finish reading all the books here."

Can you finish reading all the books here in half a day?

He has been reading the books here for seven or eight years and hasn't finished them yet.

Fang Chengyu laughed. Why did he want to talk to this woman? He was really asking for trouble.

"Miss Jun is indeed a genius." He said, then lowered his head and took out a book to continue reading.

Miss Jun ignored him and looked along the bookshelf. Liu'er yawned, tiptoed to lean against the bookshelf and took a nap.

Silence returned to the room.

Fang Chengyu didn't believe that she really came in to read, but he didn't expect her to stop talking. He couldn't help but look up. The woman was walking slowly along the bookshelf, her hands brushing over the books on the shelf.

Looking for a book?

Fang Chengyu lowered his head and ignored it.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of him turning pages, and the sound of soft footsteps and rustling clothes. When he looked up again, he saw that Miss Jun was already standing in front of the third bookshelf, still making the same gesture.

She didn't leave, nor did she deliberately provoke him to speak again.

"What book are you looking for?" Fang Chengyu couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not looking for a book." Miss Jun said, "I'm reading."

Reading?

Fang Chengyu was stunned.

Miss Jun glanced at him, pointed at a book with her hand, and her eyes fell on the title again. She pointed and glanced at it again, and quickly turned around the third shelf, came to the fourth shelf, and stood in front of Fang Chengyu.

"Read a book," she said again.

He reached out and flipped the book in Chengyu's hand, glanced at the title, and then let go.

It's really reading!

Fang Chengyu looked at her.

"You are sick." he said.

…

Mr. Fang, who was always gentle and amiable, suddenly became angry.

Not only was his expression full of anger and he said some rude words, but he was also filled with anger in his heart.

Reading.

This is how she reads, this is how she can read.

As for him, he could do nothing but read. Even so, he never dared to read like this.

Every day he looks, he sees less. Even if he stays here and watches forever, he still won't be able to see everything when he dies.

Reading, is she reading? She is provoking, showing off.

Showing off that she has time to waste like this, to waste so recklessly, because she still has a long life ahead of her.

She can do whatever she wants, or she can do nothing.

He looked at Miss Jun, and Miss Jun looked at him, but she seemed not to notice the anger on his face.

"I didn't." She said softly.

Although I was standing on a gentle slope, I was able to see him at eye level while he was sitting.

"You are sick." She said seriously.

…

The boy holding the wheelchair had a red face and a thick neck, and his hands were shaking from the force of holding the wheelchair.

This is really too much. This is really too much.

It is normal for Miss Jun to bully others, but she can bully the servants in the house, the young ladies, the old lady and the eldest wife, but how can she bully the young master?

He even bullies the young master. He has no humanity at all.

The servant had already made up his mind that if Miss Jun dared to say another word, he would protect the young master and give Miss Jun a beating even if he had to be punished by the eldest mistress.

Fang Chengyu's eyes were red, and his anger turned into a smile.

"Yes, you are right, I am sick," he said, "I cannot blame you, a healthy person, for healthy people do not waste time."

"You think I'm wasting time?" Miss Jun pretended to be enlightened and shook her head with a smile, "No, I'm not. I'm reading a book. Reading a book like this is also useful to me. As long as it is useful, it's not a waste of time."

As she spoke, she looked past Fang Chengyu and continued to look at the books on the bookshelf.

"What's the use of this?" Fang Chengyu said, and then smiled, "Oh, that's right, Miss Jun feels happy."

"I'm not happy. My time is precious and I don't have much of it. I dare not waste it." Miss Jun said, walking up the gentle slope without looking back. "I won't do useless things."

Does she also know that time is precious?

Fang Chengyu sneered and was about to say something but stopped.

Time is precious, why should he waste it on a woman like this? It would be a waste to scold her or even look at her for even a second.

"Let's go," he said, picking up the book and putting it in his arms.

The boy answered yes, and the wheelchair slowly moved down.

Fang Chengyu didn't turn around, so he didn't know that Miss Jun didn't turn around to look at him either, but he knew that Mrs. Fang would come to see him tonight.

Not only Mrs. Fang came, but also Old Mrs. Fang came.

"Mother, I understand. I will just bring back any book I want to read and won't go to the library anymore." Fang Chengyu said proactively.

Old Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Fang looked at each other with complicated expressions.

"Chengyu, did she really go to read?" Mrs. Fang said.

These words sounded a little strange, as if she was not coming to comfort him or tell him to avoid it, but to confirm it.

"She told mother about it?" Fang Chengyu asked with a smile, "Why didn't mother tell me in advance?"

Mrs. Fang said nothing and glanced at Old Mrs. Fang.

"Mother, she really went to look for him," she said tremblingly.

Old Mrs. Fang didn't say anything, but she looked thoughtful.

Something is wrong.

Fang Chengyu frowned.

"Grandma, mother, did she promise you something? Is that why she went to the library?" he asked.

Mrs. Fang glanced at Old Mrs. Fang.

Fang Chengyu knew the answer without her answering.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Something was wrong. My mother and grandmother hated that woman so much that they wouldn't listen to anything she said or did. Not to mention they didn't care enough to come here to verify the news.

"Chengyu, there is something." Mrs. Fang said with some embarrassment after getting the approval of Mrs. Fang's eyes, "She said she can cure you."

Fang Chengyu was stunned for a moment. Although he was surprised, he quickly understood the meaning of this sentence and its cause and effect.

"I know she said that, but I don't know how she convinced you?" The young man did not react with exaggerated emotions, but asked more calmly.

Seeing that this young child could control his emotions so well and point out the crux of the problem, Old Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Fang could not hide their pride. But when they thought that this proud child only had two years to live, grief and anger overwhelmed them like a tide.

This is probably why they finally agreed to Miss Jun's proposal.

Unwilling, unfair.

"Chengyu, we want to give it a try." said Mrs. Fang.

These three words bring endless sadness.

Fang Chengyu remained calm.

"What's so good about her that you should try?" he asked.

"She said that it was her ancestral medical skills. She was very sure that she knew a secret recipe." Mrs. Fang said anxiously, "And, as you saw, she actually went to look for it in the book."

The word "reading" entered Fang Chengyu's ears, instantly igniting his anger.

"What she calls reading! What she calls..." he said through gritting his teeth, then paused, looking at Mrs. Fang and Old Mrs. Fang with a look of sudden realization.

I am reading a book. Reading like this is useful to me. As long as it is useful, it is not a waste of time.

What worked for her was, of course, to make her grandmother and mother believe that she went to read books. As for how she read, her grandmother and mother had no idea.

This treacherous woman!

"What's her name?" Mrs. Fang asked when she saw her son suddenly freeze.

"Rogue."

Fang Chengyu squeezed out two words from between his teeth.