Once the carriage arrived at the An residence, Qingyin felt relieved and helped An Jinghe down from the carriage.
At the gate, Qingyin finally saw An Kui, who should have been seriously ill at home and had been lying in bed for several days. However, at this moment, his face was rosy and he looked better than before. Standing by the gate, he was like a wide wall.
An Kui saw Qingyin supporting her daughter from afar and thought her daughter was seriously injured. He shouted loudly, "Oh my Rou Rou, how did you get so badly injured? Did that old bastard Qin Yi beat you up? Dad will beat him up for you!"
An Jinghe's nickname is Rou Rou, which was given to him by his mother when he was young, so An Kui has continued to use it ever since.
However, An Jinghe usually felt that the name was detrimental to his image and asked his father to call him by that name less often.
As a result, An Jinghe, who was leaning against Qingyin's arms and enjoying her future husband's services, watched helplessly as her childhood nickname was exposed to her future husband. Embarrassment and annoyance flashed through An Jinghe's mind.
While Qingyin wasn't paying attention, An Jinghe secretly gave his father a resentful look, full of energy.
An Kui is brainless; he didn't understand.
Qingyin found it amusing and explained, "Uncle An, Jinghe only injured his arm and was not injured in any other way."
"Oh, oh." Only then did An Kui notice the white bandage protruding from his daughter's left arm beneath her all-black clothes. The wound looked smaller than the one his daughter had when she fell off a horse as a child.
He forced An Kui's tears back down.
He looked at the frail Qingyin with suspicion, then at An Jinghe, who, despite his thin frame, was actually incredibly strong—only he knew how strong his daughter's body truly was. Why did his daughter need to be supported by that seemingly weak Qin Miao?
Just as the careless General An Kui was about to ask, A Yue stepped forward to protect her young lady from further embarrassment and said calmly, "Miss and Young Master Qin have just returned and are probably hungry. Master, why don't you let Miss and Young Master Qin have their meal first?"
"Oh right, right, right!" An Kui's eyes lit up as he nodded. As for his daughter's wound, it had already been bandaged. She needed to eat some meat to replenish the blood lost.
Seeing that An Kui's attention had been diverted, An Jinghe gave A Yue an appreciative look, as she had solved his problem.
Qingyin was well aware of the subtle tension between the two, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, making her jade-like face even more beautiful.
An Jinghe was once again stunned by the beautiful face so close to his eyes.
Qingyin chuckled softly, leaned close to the girl's ear, and whispered, "Rou Rou, that's a really nice name. I love it."
The boy's tender voice, mixed with his stunningly beautiful face, seemed amplified twice as loudly as it reached her ears. An Jinghe's face flushed instantly, as if steaming. She hurriedly turned her head away, but couldn't bear to look at the radiant face that was gazing at her. She could only look back and forth with reluctance.
A shy, aloof girl with a flushed face leans against a handsome, fox-like boy. Their movements are shy yet innocent, and their every action exudes an atmosphere of inexplicable compatibility.
A-Yue secretly gazed at that beautiful scene that no one could interfere with, and the corners of her mouth turned up. Tsk tsk, it seems that she will have to change how she addresses Young Master Qin soon!
An Kui, who was walking at the front, had no idea that the beautiful cabbage he had carefully nurtured was being rooted up by a particularly good-looking little pig.
He was still thinking about having those people serve more good dishes with meat and soup later.
The An family all have a strong preference for spicy food, so the dishes served were all bright red and spicy. Qingyin frowned slightly when she saw the dishes.
An Jinghe thought Qingyin didn't eat spicy food, so he hurriedly said, "Bring some light dishes."
Looking at the attentive An Jinghe, Qingyin smiled gently, but her actions did not hesitate to stop An Jinghe's hand from picking up the stir-fried pork. "Jinghe, you are injured. Patients should avoid spicy food."
"As for the steward, please bring another bowl of light meat congee."
The butler, who was standing in place and responsible for serving the dishes, immediately brightened up upon hearing this.
The two masters in the manor have a penchant for spicy food, and they never restrain themselves even when they are injured or sick. Every time the old steward sees his injured master being so unrestrained, he feels genuinely worried. Fortunately, the two masters are in good health and have not developed any serious illnesses.
So the old steward's eyes practically lit up when he saw Qingyin, and he ran out at lightning speed, as if afraid that this extra master would regret it.
An Jinghe looked pitifully at Qingyin, then at his father.
Ankui gave her a helpless look.
For some reason, even though the thin and frail Qin Miao looked delicate and weak, An Kui was intimidated and dared not help his daughter. An Kui comforted himself, thinking that not letting his daughter eat spicy food was for her own good, and he decided not to get involved.
Seeing that there was no hope of getting help from her father, An Jinghe glanced at Qingyin's extremely beautiful face and decided that for the sake of her husband's handsome face, she should not make A Miao angry.
Qingyin chuckled as she glanced at the girl, who looked utterly dejected because she couldn't eat spicy food. She picked up a small piece of meat with her chopsticks, about the length of her little finger, and placed it in the girl's bowl. "Only one piece."
“Mmm!” An Jinghe’s eyes lit up, and he swallowed it without hesitation.
The bland and tasteless porridge that was served later suddenly tasted quite good.
An Kui, who was eating at the table, inexplicably had the illusion that he was bloated even though he wasn't full.
After the meal, Qingyin separated from An Jinghe almost under An Kui's watchful eyes, and they arrived at a courtyard that An Jinghe had carefully selected.
Without that madman Qin Yi, Qingyin felt much more comfortable. No matter how comfortable the dungeon was, it couldn't withstand having a madman watching over her all the time, and she couldn't sleep well. This courtyard was much better.
An Jinghe specially arranged a guard to serve Qingyin.
The guards of the An family were mostly wounded and disabled soldiers from the army. The guard who remained was a young man with a limp and a deep scar across his nose. However, the young man always had a warm smile on his face and looked at Qingyin with pure amazement: "Greetings, young master. Just call me Adou."
During the introductions, A-Dou, a young man, was clearly unaccustomed to taking care of this wealthy young master who was completely different from him, but he still smiled warmly and nervously scratched his head.
Qingyin lingered for half a second on the obvious knife wound on Adou's face, but quickly ignored it and smiled casually at Adou: "Adou, could you prepare some hot water for me? I'm planning to take a bath."
"Oh, okay!" Adou blushed and quickly went to get hot water.
But as he walked, a smile involuntarily crept onto A-Dou's lips.
He didn't know how to feel, but Adou thought he liked this young master Qin Miao.
Miss, you really have good taste in being with this Young Master Qin Miao.
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