Chapter 183 We met!
Ji Shu was both amused and exasperated. She gently pinched his cheek before saying, "I have no interest in your brother."
She paused, then tentatively asked, "Is your father... good to you?"
There was no response for a long time. She looked down and saw that the little one had closed his eyes and fallen asleep.
Ji Shu couldn't help but smile gently as she tucked the blanket around him.
She moved the little figure a little further inside, and hearing a soft sound from the doorway, Chunzhi tiptoed in.
Seeing that the child was fast asleep, Chunzhi looked at her wife with a complicated expression and asked in a low voice, "Now that the young master is here, won't that person come knocking on the door at any time?"
Ji Shu shuffled to the dressing table and sat down, gathering her long black hair in front of her and slowly combing it.
This state of being stuck in limbo is simply a way to watch someone panic and lose their composure.
Four years have passed, and he is now the ruler of the world. He can find any woman he wants, while she is just an ordinary woman.
Thinking of this, she comforted Chunzhi, saying, "It's alright. Now that I've seen Qinghe, it's a relief."
"Alright, you've had a busy day, you should go and rest too."
Chunzhi had no choice but to respond and gently closed the door.
...
The moon hung high in the sky, and only one candle lit the room. Inside, a large and a small child slept peacefully in an exquisite and antique canopy bed.
Someone quietly pried open the window frame, flipped over lightly, and moved as silently as a gust of wind.
As they approached the bedside, the green gauze curtains were gently lifted.
That face, which I had dreamt of countless times in the dead of night over the past four years, was now only an arm's length away.
Her watery eyes were tightly closed, her thick, jet-black hair was spread out on the soft pillow, and the snowball wrapped in a pale pink herbal tuber was faintly visible.
Nestled beside her was her child, with whom she shared blood. Pei Qinghe leaned against her shoulder, unconsciously talking in her sleep.
It seemed like he was dreaming of something delicious, as he smacked his lips.
A delicate fragrance wafted through the room, and Pei Yanzhi sat down beside her bed, seemingly unaware of what might happen if anyone saw him.
You would then notice that his usually calm black eyes were now turbulent, devoid of any semblance of calm.
He raised his hand and very gently slipped it through her outstretched fingers, their fingers intertwining.
He lowered his head and traced her eyebrows, eyes, and lips inch by inch, even wanting to carve the faint mole on the corner of her lips into her very bones.
If she was still somewhat naive four years ago, now she is like a peony in full bloom, exuding a breathtaking charm.
Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed against the thin calluses on her palms, and her brows furrowed involuntarily. When her palms were turned over, a thin layer of calluses could be seen on both hands.
Thinking of how hard she had to work during the day, his eyes turned completely cold.
Is this the life she wanted? Giving up the supreme position in the world to toil and struggle for such a meager sum of money every day.
The more he thought about it, the more intense the crimson glint in his eyes became.
Over the years, it wasn't that he couldn't find any trace of her in Ganzhou; as long as he was willing to investigate, there were always clues to be found.
But he held back.
Many times I've wondered if those six months were just a beautiful dream bestowed upon him by God out of pity.
When the time comes, it will be taken back, which is why she wanted to escape from him so much. Even if he found out, so what?
Would she really stay by his side willingly?
Obviously not.
But after all these years... what he has no shortage of is patience.
He glanced deeply at the mother and child on the bed, then quietly slipped out the window and left.
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In the following days, the man seemed to have forgotten that he had a son. Three or four days passed, and he never thought of taking Pei Qinghe back.
She watched as he became increasingly dependent on her, clinging to her all day long.
Ji Shu felt increasingly uneasy. If she had made it clear that he didn't want the son anymore, it would have been easier to handle, since she could afford to raise him.
But reason told her that it was absolutely impossible.
Judging from that person's personality, the fact that he hasn't taken her back yet probably means there's something else waiting for her.
Another day passed, and Ying'er had been in Ganzhou for seven or eight days. Qiu Man Lou eventually needed her as its nominal owner.
Not wanting to be away for too long, he arrived at the shop as soon as he got up in the morning, bid farewell to Ji Shu, and left.
The two were reluctant to part, but they knew they both had important matters to attend to, so they agreed to meet again at the end of the year.
Ying'er took the gift box that Ji Shu had prepared for her and then left by car.
In the afternoon, someone outside suddenly shouted, "Is the doctor here?"
Xiao De stepped forward to answer, and the man said, "My master is injured and needs a doctor to treat him."
Ji Shu glanced at Qinghe, who was practicing calligraphy, and stepped forward, saying, "Where is the injured person? If it's too far, it might be inconvenient to make a house call."
The newcomer was burly and muscular, clearly a martial artist. Ji Shu sized him up for a moment.
The man was clearly surprised to find such a beautiful woman in this remote and impoverished place; he lowered his eyes after just one glance and dared not look again.
He simply said, "It's the inn just ahead."
Ji Shu followed his gaze and looked ahead. She knew this inn. The owner's wife was the one who delivered her baby two years ago. She would also get medicine from her inn when someone was feeling unwell.
Thinking that they were all acquaintances, he nodded.
"Okay, please allow me to wait a moment."
She walked back to the table, bent down and said softly to the child, "Qinghe, I have to go see a patient. I'll be back soon. Be a good girl and stay with your sister Chunzhi, okay?"
Qinghe had long since gotten used to it, so he obediently nodded.
He acted like an adult and said, "Go ahead and do your work. I'll wait for you here. We'll go back to the manor together for dinner tonight."
Ji Shu chuckled, ruffled his hair, and then picked up the medicine box and left with the man.
It took only a quarter of an hour to reach Tongfu Inn. Once inside, Boss Pang saw that it was her and immediately came to greet her.
He lowered his voice and said, "The injured person on the second floor seems to be someone of high status. When he came back just now, his hands were covered in blood. My wife, you must be careful."
Ji Shu nodded gratefully to him and followed him upstairs to the second floor.
Upon entering, a faint smell of medicine and blood wafted over.
Presumably she had taken the medicine before she arrived, Ji Shu didn't think much of it, stepped over the threshold, and went straight to the inner room.
The bed curtains were drawn low, obscuring the person inside; only a man's figure could be vaguely seen leaning against the pillow.
Hearing footsteps at the door, the man placed his injured arm outside the tent.
There was a small table beside the bed, on which was a cup of tea that was still steaming. It seemed that this person had the leisure to enjoy tea before she arrived.
I don't know whether to say this person is bold or fearless.
Ji Shu had no intention of judging how others acted, and simply shook her head slightly, thinking to herself that it was just a doctor's duty.
She sat down on the low stool beside the bed, casually placing the medicine box next to her, and said softly, "Where is the position on your hand?"
The attendant beside him immediately said, "It's on the forearm!"
Ji Shu glanced at the wound hidden by the black sleeve, "It will hurt a little, just bear with it."
The person leaning against the bed simply gave a soft "hmm".
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