"I was injured, that's why I couldn't beat it." Although he didn't know this person, Mingjue felt he still needed to explain, otherwise the blatant contempt in this person's eyes would make him very uncomfortable.
How could he, the dignified Marquis of Dingyuan, be chased around by wild boars?
"oh."
Ning Hong responded nonchalantly. He had only asked casually and didn't mean anything by it. "You look quite badly injured. Do you need my help?"
Mingjue: "—"
Isn't this obvious?
If he could hold on a little longer, he would definitely leave.
However, he simply couldn't hold on any longer.
"I need your help, young friend. Will you help me?"
"certainly."
This person looks somewhat familiar.
Besides, he seems to have a righteous air about him. It's okay to tease him a bit, but we still need to save him.
Ning Hong nodded, and the next moment, the man collapsed.
Ning Hong stepped forward and caught the person squarely.
"It seems we won't be able to chase this wild boar today." Ning Hong then gently pressed his pulse; the situation was not good, and she needed to stop the bleeding immediately.
Ning Hong immediately put him down and let him lean against the tree trunk, then gave him some treatment to stop the bleeding.
This person has many wounds.
The most fatal wound was to the abdomen, likely caused by betrayal from someone close to him.
That's why he was so badly injured.
Ning Hong sighed, picked him up, and carried the basket in her hands.
Walking home—
When Mingjue woke up again, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was ginger tea.
"Acha, what are you doing here?"
Or is it just my imagination?
But this doesn't make sense. No matter what, he shouldn't be dreaming about Ah Cha. If he's going to dream about anyone, he should be dreaming about his wife.
Dreaming of Acha is a nightmare.
"Uncle, what are you thinking about?"
With his brows furrowed so tightly, he asked, "Does your wound still hurt? I'll go call Ning Hongze in."
"Ning Hongze?"
Who is it?
When did Jiang Cha meet this man? How come he doesn't know?
Ah Yun didn't say that either.
Mingjue struggled to sit up, but as soon as she exerted a little force, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.
It hurts that much?
It seems he wasn't dreaming; he was rescued?
"Oh, you're awake."
As soon as Ning Hong entered, she saw Mingjue sitting on the bed, deep in thought, his brows furrowed.
That voice, that tone of voice—it was indeed the person I encountered before I lost consciousness.
"You saved me?"
"Um."
Ning Hong didn't mince words and readily admitted it; it was the truth, so there was no need to be coy. Besides, becoming this Marquis's savior would be entirely beneficial to him.
While rescuing the person, Ning Hong had no idea that the person was actually Jiang Cha's uncle.
It was a lucky accident.
This way, he will have an extra layer of security if he wants to marry Jiang Cha in the future.
At the very least, this person should stand before his savior and speak up for him.
Of course, what happened next shocked Ning Hong even more.
There are just too many coincidences in this world.
As evening approached, Ning Hong arrived on time to change Mingjue's dressing. Ning Anuo followed her in to assist.
"Why are you here? Don't think that just because you saved our young lady's husband, you're entitled to fawn over her. Let me tell you, we will definitely repay our husband's life-saving grace, but we will absolutely not offer ourselves in return."
"Xiaoru, what nonsense are you talking about?" Why is she acting like this? Jiang Cha's face turned cold. She had just saved your family, and you say such things. It's really disheartening.
“Miss, now is the time to shatter their unrealistic fantasies,” Xiaoru said, frowning.
A hint of worry appeared on her face. The young lady was clearly too bothered by this man.
"Shut up," Jiang Cha snapped. "What do you mean? Do you think you can make decisions for me on behalf of my mother?"
"This servant wouldn't dare." Xiaoru's face stiffened. "That's not what this servant meant."
"Judging from the way you're talking, that's exactly what you mean." Ning Anuo sneered, "A mere servant girl, yet her voice is louder than her master's."
Mingjue nodded in agreement. This person was right; it was time to replace Acha's maid.
He thought to himself silently, but when he looked up and saw Ning Anuo's face clearly, he immediately spat out a mouthful of medicine.
Ning Hong was quick.
With a quick turn, she dodged it, pulling Ning Anuo away as well.
The person behind him happened to be the maid named Xiaoru, and he stepped aside.
The medicine was sprayed all over Xiaoru's body.
Xiaoru: "Master..." Even if you don't agree with what she said, you can't just criticize her like that.
"It was purely accidental." Mingjue's gaze still fell on Ning Anuo.
This guy and his wife look so alike!
Could this person be his son?
Mingjue looked up at the ginger tea.
Jiang Cha nodded at him.
Mingjue's expression froze instantly.
He had considered giving up on his son.
But he never imagined that his son would look so much like his daughter-in-law.
Looking at him, a strange sense of familiarity lingers in my heart.
This is the bond of blood.
However—it is absolutely impossible for him to give up Mingzhi.
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