Zheng Rongbing stood to the side, somewhat at a loss, and coughed, saying, "The house is simple, sir and madam, please make yourselves at home."
Although we don't know why they came, we can't be negligent.
Just then, the door was suddenly opened again.
Zhuang Yun opened the door and walked in.
Upon seeing Mu Xiaocheng and Ji Huaishen, he was so surprised he could hardly speak: "Sir and Madam, what brings you here?"
Mu Xiaocheng saw that Aunt Zhuang had returned.
He raised his voice and said, "We're here today to find out how you got this injury."
"There are rumors that you were abused by your husband. If that's true, Langmingyuan cannot keep someone like that."
"Domestic violence?"
Sister Zhuang and her husband asked the question almost in unison.
"Hmm." Mu Xiaocheng blinked. Judging from their reactions, they didn't seem like they were together.
Zhuang Yun quickly shook her head and explained, "Madam, my husband really didn't abuse me; it was my own fault."
"Your own reasons?"
Is there anyone in this world who hits themselves?
Wait, yes, there is.
That is... a mentally unstable person.
Zhuang Yun kept her head down, staring at the ground.
But then Zheng Rongbing tugged at her sleeve, as if to stop her from speaking.
Zhuang Yun patted his hand, then, as if making a major decision, looked at Mu Xiaocheng and Ji Huaishen and said, "I'm sick."
"The doctor said it's schizophrenia."
“Recently, my condition has become more and more serious. When I have an attack, I don’t know what I’m doing. Most of the time, I’m self-harming.”
“Because of my illness, I spent all the money in my family, so Rongbing has to work two jobs every day.”
“He works at Langmingyuan during the day and goes to hotels or bars at night to wait tables and clean.”
“He works very late every day, and he really doesn’t abuse me.”
Hearing Zhuang Yun say this, Mu Xiaocheng finally understood.
Rumors circulated that Sister Zhuang's husband was out having affairs at night; it turned out he was actually working.
For a moment, she felt a little uncomfortable.
Mu Xiaocheng's gaze lingered on Zheng Rongbing.
"Is everything Aunt Zhuang said true?"
Zheng Rongbing nodded: "Yes. I'm not very capable and can't earn money, so she suffers because of me. Now that she's sick, I have no choice but to work hard to earn money for her medical treatment."
"As long as she gets better, I don't care how much suffering she has to endure. I'm strong, and I can do both rough and heavy work."
His tone was relaxed, and he smiled, revealing a few big white teeth, without the slightest hint of seriousness.
Mu Xiaocheng could tell that he was a very responsible man and would not easily give up on his wife.
In this respect, he really resembles Ji Huaishen.
Mu Xiaocheng looked at Aunt Zhuang and asked softly, "Why didn't you tell me when I asked you before?"
Aunt Zhuang lowered her head, her voice trembling with tears: "Madam, if I tell you, if I tell everyone that I have this disease, I won't be able to stay in Langming Garden any longer."
"You may not know this, but the salary we earn working at Langmingyuan is several times higher than what we earn elsewhere. So we can't afford to lose this job. If we do, we'll really have no way to survive."
Mu Xiaocheng felt a little sore.
She looked at Ji Huaishen: "Did you already know?"
Ji Huaishen held her hand tightly: "Mmm."
He didn't tell her beforehand because he wanted her to come and see for herself.
This also lets her know that this precious feeling will always exist, no matter what.
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