Pang Yi looked at Ah Chou's shy appearance and found it a little funny, and at the same time he was very touched. He said to Ah Chou with a smile: "Madam is my legitimate wife, and my master loves her so much, so I will naturally address you as Madam."
"Ah...oh...you should go back soon. Don't make him wait anxiously." Ah Chou's face turned even redder, and he hurried into the bedroom shyly without looking back.
Pang Yi really didn't dare to delay, so he went out with his bag.
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Zhong Mingwei stared at the bundle spread out on the small table. On the neatly folded cotton trousers, there was a small pendant. This was the first time that Ah Chou had taken off the pendant since he had put it on her on the first day of the Lunar New Year. At this time, it lay quietly on his black cotton trousers.
Zhong Mingwei gently held the small pendant in his hand. He rubbed it gently with his fingertips. He used to do the same thing. He sat alone on the kang. He secretly watched the little girl busying around in the yard through the crack in the window. While rubbing the black little pendant, he wanted to give it to her earlier. But he always felt very embarrassed. He hadn't tasted the kind of homesickness that he felt more timid after more than 30 years. It filled his heart all day long, and the sweetness was mixed with a little sadness. Zhong Mingwei felt that he was very pretentious. What hasn't a grown man in his thirties experienced? He has walked around the Yama Palace several times, but now he is shamelessly pretentious all day long because of this little girl and such a little thing. But God knows how much he enjoys this kind of pretentiousness that is half bitter and half honey.
"Pang Yi." After rubbing the small pendant for a long time, Zhong Mingwei carefully hung it around his neck. He held the pendant in one hand and stuffed it into his pajamas. The cool pendant pressed against his warm chest. Zhong Mingwei felt indescribably comfortable. After a pause, he spoke to the half-open door.
"Master, what do you want me to do?" Pang Yi hurriedly put down the broom in his hand and rushed in.
"Mr. Chen said, when will her typhoid fever be cured?" Zhong Mingwei asked Pang Yi with a frown.
"In reply to your question, Mr. Chen has said that the madam will be fully recovered within half a month," Pang Yi said hurriedly. While sizing up Zhong Mingwei's expression, he added hurriedly, "When the time comes, I will go down the mountain to bring the madam back."
Zhong Mingwei looked at his feet that were tightly wrapped in gauze and his severely swollen knees. His brows furrowed even more. After a pause, he said, "You should leave earlier tomorrow and come back earlier."
"Yes, I obey your command." Pang Yi knew what Zhong Mingwei was worried about, so he was naturally worried too. However, he still had a question in his mind. He hesitated for a long time before he spoke carefully, "Sir, the lady... doesn't seem to be the legitimate daughter of the Duan family. She is..."
"So what?" Zhong Mingwei suddenly raised his head, squinted his eyes and stared at Pang Yi, and said coldly, "If you are not the legitimate daughter of the Duan family, you can't be my wife? If you are not the legitimate daughter of the Duan family, you are not worthy of a cripple like me?!"
"Master! That's not what I meant!" Pang Yi was startled and knelt on the ground with a plop, while explaining to Zhong Mingwei anxiously, "Master and Madam are deeply in love. Although I am a servant, I am really happy for you in my heart. When you were in the capital, you were honored and pampered, but in my opinion, you were not very happy at that time. But now, you have left the capital and come to a desolate place like Ningguta, but I feel that you are living a happier and freer life than before. Of course, this is all Madam's credit. I am really grateful to you, how could I dare to look down on you?"
"Get up," Zhong Mingwei patted Pang Yi's shoulder and sighed, "I've been ill recently, so I'm a little impatient. Don't take it to heart."
"I dare not," Pang Yi said, while getting up from the ground. Seeing Zhong Mingwei's dry lips, Pang Yi hurried over to pour a cup of jasmine tea and brought it over, while respectfully saying, "Master, please."
Zhong Mingwei held the large coarse porcelain bowl in both hands, looking at the jasmine flowers in the cup. His originally anxious heart gradually calmed down. After a pause, he said to Pang Yi: "She is indeed not the legitimate daughter of the Duan family. She is the maidservant of the Duan family's daughter who came with her as a dowry. She served the Duan family's daughter all the way to Ningguta."
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