Master Cheng's old face turned red like a ripe persimmon. He stared at his spoiled daughter. His chest heaved violently and he gasped like a broken bellows.
He was so angry that it was like a volcano erupting, with magma about to spew out! But seeing his daughter's pitiful face, his heart softened again. He suppressed his anger, leaving only deep helplessness and bitterness, as uncomfortable as swallowing coptis.
He knew that today's matter was completely ruined. Song Zhe was already married, and the matter was settled. If he continued to make a fuss, it would only bring shame and humiliation to himself.
What's more, when Song Zhe got into trouble, the woman cried and shouted to cancel the engagement, saying that she would never let her daughter marry a living dead man. She also said that Song Zhe must have been possessed by an evil spirit and was very unlucky, and she was afraid of being tainted by any bad luck.
At that time, I was so confused that I actually agreed to it! Now thinking about it, I was really blinded by greed! Now it’s good, all the efforts have been in vain, and it has become like this, it’s really... Oh! He sighed deeply, feeling that he had aged ten years in an instant.
"Azhe, are you feeling better now?" Master Cheng suppressed his excitement, his eyes fell softly on Song Zhe, and asked with concern, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.
Song Zhe felt the warmth emanating from his teacher's words, and his heart warmed up too, like a bowl of warm soup on a winter's day. He quickly stood up, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully, "Teacher, you're really embarrassing me by saying that. I'm feeling much better now. I'll be back to full strength in a few days." His voice was soft, but full of energy, making him feel refreshed.
Master Cheng looked at Song Zhe's pale but still handsome face and sighed softly. He took out an antique wooden box from his arms, slowly pushed it in front of Song Zhe, and said, "There is a century-old ginseng in it. Take it to nourish your body." The wooden box exuded a faint medicinal fragrance, which spread in the air.
"This... Teacher, this is not allowed, this is not allowed!"
When Song Zhe saw the wooden box, his eyes widened. How could he not know how precious the ginseng inside was? It was a priceless treasure! He waved his hands repeatedly and backed away as if he had seen a ghost.
"My body is almost fully recovered now, I really don't need these tonics."
His heart was pounding. "Still needing to replenish? I had a nosebleed yesterday. If I continue, I'm afraid I'll bleed from all seven orifices. I can't afford this stuff right now!"
"Take it!"
Master Cheng's face turned serious, and his tone was unquestionable. "You are my most proud disciple. Now that you are ill, how can I, as your teacher, stand by and watch? Take it quickly, and don't refuse it anymore!"
The two of them pushed and shoved each other, just like a big drama. In the end, Master Cheng couldn't win over the stubborn Song Zhe, so he had to take the wooden box back in disappointment.
"You're so stubborn, like a bull! Well, it's getting late, we should go back."
As he said this, he stood up, his butt felt like it was pricked by a needle, and his movements were so nimble.
"Teacher, take care." Song Zhe also stood up and bowed slightly.
Cheng Rongrong stood there, tears welling up in her eyes. She bit her lips tightly and looked at Song Zhe pitifully like a wounded deer.
"Rongrong, what are you still standing there for? Let's go!" Master Cheng yelled in annoyance when he saw his daughter still standing there.
Cheng Rongrong finally woke up from her dream, and finally looked at Song Zhe deeply, and walked away looking back every few steps. She looked so aggrieved.
Chen Xiaoru saw all this, and her heart felt like a mixture of all kinds of flavors, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty.
She looked at Cheng Rongrong's reluctant expression, then glanced at Song Zhe beside her, and alarm bells rang in her heart. Could it be that Cheng Rongrong still had evil intentions towards her husband? No, she had to do something!
After seeing off Master Cheng and his group, Chen Xiaoru helped Song Zhe back into the house. She poured him a cup of hot tea and asked softly, "Husband, are you really willing to let Miss Cheng go like this? She looks so pitiful, like an abandoned puppy."
As Chen Xiaoru spoke, she secretly glanced at Song Zhe's expression.
Song Zhe took the teacup, took a sip, and curled his lips:
"What else can I do? She and I have nothing to do with each other. If I don't let her go, am I going to keep her for the New Year? Besides, with someone like her, I wouldn't even want her for free!"
He paused, his brows knitted into a knot, and he felt as disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly.
"I never had any interest in her at all. If my mother hadn't been so blinded by greed and insisted on arranging a marriage for me, I wouldn't have bothered with her! You have no idea how annoying she was back then. She stuck to me like a piece of taffy all day long and I couldn't get rid of her. I had to rack my brains every day to figure out how to avoid her. I couldn't even read properly!"
“Puff—”
Chen Xiaoru couldn't help but burst out laughing. She covered her mouth with her hands, her eyebrows curved, like a kitten that had successfully stolen some fish:
"Husband, you're so funny! Others would be so happy if the dean's daughter took a fancy to them, but you, on the other hand, try to avoid her. You're really..."
She shook her head, trying to find the right words to describe it, but was speechless.
Seeing her laughing so hard, Song Zhe reached out and gently squeezed her hand, with a hint of doting:
"You're still laughing. Now that you're here, who does she think she is? Besides, when I was lying in bed unable to move, apart from the time we broke off the engagement and today, has she ever come to see me once? What's the point of marrying someone like that? Just to keep her as a decoration?"
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