Mu Sishu is an honest man. Although he thinks it is not polite for men to hold hands, for the sake of his sister, he still chooses to be the first to replace his sister.
But when Murong Shu pulled out his hand and replaced it with his, Wen Jing became agitated again in less than a minute. This time, Wen Jing seemed to be in a raging fire, with an extremely painful expression.
When Mrs. Wen saw her son's condition, she burst into tears with heartache. Murong Shu signaled her eldest brother to take his hand away. She held Wen Jing's hand again, and Wen Jing slowly calmed down.
Wen Zhi and Madam Wen didn't believe it and tried it too. The final result was the same as Mu Sishu's. At this moment, the Wen family finally understood what Murong Shu meant to their son.
Just holding hands can relieve the torture of the curse, which is better than any medicine. If they can get married and be together every day, then the curse can be completely broken.
After thinking all this through, Madam Wen looked at Murong Shu more affectionately. She used to call her Miss Mu, but now she just called her Shu'er affectionately.
"Shu'er, Jing'er's situation is special. We didn't expect it to be like this. You see..."
Old Madam Wen asked the question that everyone in the Wen family wanted to ask: What should she do if her third son/brother can't leave Miss Mu?
"Don't worry, old lady. Shu'er will stay overnight. The third young master's condition is not stable and he may get sick again at night. Shu'er is sorry to bother you."
Murong Shu was holding the hand of Wen Jing and was unable to salute. He looked up at the Wen family's expectant eyes, giving them reassurance.
"Don't disturb me, don't disturb me, thank you Shu'er!" Although it was Old Madam Wen who said this, Wen Zhi and the others bowed. Seeing that her sister was unable to return the greeting, Mu Sishu returned the greeting on her behalf.
"Tzuyu's condition is now stable. As for whether he will have an attack in the second half of the night, I cannot predict it at the moment. His pulse is really strange. We can only wait and see. The old lady is old, so she should go back and rest first."
Murong Shu felt that it was useless for so many people to stay here. It seemed that Wen Jing would only calm down if he pulled her along, so she advised everyone to go back and rest.
"Since Shu'er said so, Madam, you should go back and have a rest first, and come back to see Jing'er tomorrow." Prime Minister Wen was afraid that his wife would not leave, so he hurried to persuade her.
"But..." Old Madam Wen was really worried. After all, this outbreak brought her closer to the curse of not living past twenty.
"Prime Minister Wen should also go back and have a rest. He has to attend court tomorrow. Let the Second Master and my eldest brother stay." Seeing that they all looked like they wanted to stay, Murong Shu made the decision for them.
"Your sister-in-law is pregnant, so you should go back to take care of her. I will stay here to take care of you, my third brother, tonight." Wen Zhi felt that it would be most appropriate for him to stay at home.
Murong Shu nodded. Others could not argue anymore and finally had to go back. Before leaving, Murong Shu called Wen Ye and said, "Second Master, can you find someone to fix the door? Be gentle and don't disturb the patient."
Murong Shu really felt that the hot wind from outside blowing into the house was very uncomfortable, not to mention that he had to stay here all night, and he couldn't bear to leave the door open like this.
Wen Ye was confused when Murong Shu suddenly stopped him and asked him to repair the door. Miss Mu's train of thought was really strange, but she was doing it for her third brother, so no matter what request she made, it would not be excessive.
"Ms. Mu, don't worry. I will arrange someone to fix it right away." Wen Zhi saw that his second brother was a little stunned, so he quickly agreed.
"Mammy, take the madam back first. I'll stay to help!" Wen Ye asked the mammy to take his wife back to rest first, and he stayed to help repair the door.
"Please forgive me, Lord Wen. I had no choice but to do that under the circumstances." When Mu Sishu saw the fallen door, he felt a little embarrassed. After all, he was the one who broke it, and he did it in front of the Wen family.
"Mr. Mu, what are you saying? Our family is grateful to you so much that we wouldn't blame you." Wen Zhi thought that as long as he could save his third brother, we would be happy even if you kicked down the door of the mansion.
"Sister, take a rest first. I'll go and help you fix the door." Mu Sishu was afraid that his sister would be tired, so he kindly told her to take a rest, and then joined in fixing the door.
Mu Sishu had already gone, and Wen Zhi felt embarrassed to stay alone, so he also went to supervise the repair of the door. When the housekeeper heard that they were repairing the door for the third young master, he immediately brought people over.
Because Murong Shu said not to disturb the patients while they were resting, everyone was very careful throughout the whole process, for fear of making too much noise.
When they repaired the door and returned to the bedroom, Murong Shu had already fallen asleep on the recliner beside the bed. This recliner was where Wen Jing usually rested when he got tired of reading. Murong Shu asked the servants to help carry it to the bedside so that it would not be too uncomfortable to lie on it to accompany him all night.
Wen Zhi and Mu Sishu saw that Murong Shu had fallen asleep, and felt embarrassed to stay in the room and disturb him, so they asked someone to bring two ice basins and put them next to Murong Shu, and then went to the yard to play chess with Mu Sishu.
Second half of the night.
Wen Jing woke up slowly and saw Murong Shu sleeping beside him. Wen Jing thought he was dreaming. He closed his eyes in disbelief and opened them again. He found that it was real and he was holding Murong Shu's hand tightly.
Wen Jing's heart was filled with surprise. The intermittent scenes in his dream came one after another. It turned out that Murong Shu really came.
In the past, when he had an attack, the pain was much worse than this, and every time he would switch back and forth between the two worlds of ice and fire, tormenting himself until dawn. But today, because of Murong Shu, everything had changed. The time was shortened by half, and the pain he endured was less than one-tenth of what it was before.
It turns out that the so-called person who can break the curse really exists and can really relieve pain. He is so lucky to have waited for him.
He first came into contact with Murong Shu because she was a unique person, but in later contacts he found that he cared about and liked Murong Shu as a person. Even if there was no curse, this bright, lovely and unique woman would capture his heart.
He wanted to be with her forever, not because of a curse, but because of his deep love for her. However, he was also worried that Murong Shu would not be able to accept him. After all, his original purpose was not pure, and he approached her in order to survive.
Wen Jing fell into a deep self-contradiction. He looked at Murong Shu affectionately. He had thousands of words in his heart, but at this moment they turned into a deep sigh.
In fact, Murong Shu woke up as soon as Wen Jing woke up. She wanted to see how the usually gentle and polite Third Master Wen would react when he found out that he was holding a woman's hand.
There was no panic, no confusion, but rather entanglement, guilt and heartache. With that burning gaze on him, Murong Shu could no longer pretend to sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and said in surprise, "Tzuyu, you're okay. We were scared to death."
"Rong Shu, thank you for your hard work. I feel much better." Wen Jing stuttered a little.
"Ah, but Ziyu just kept calling me Shu'er, why did she change her words after waking up?" Murong Shu became playful and wanted to tease Wen Jing.
“I...I..." Young Master Wen San, who was always calm and self-possessed, blushed all the way to his neck, and he couldn’t utter a complete sentence for a long time.