"But she's my wife, and you're nothing." Qin Yu looked coldly at Fang Yiyi, thinking this woman was crazy.
"Brother Qin Yu!" Fang Yiyi was hurt by Qin Yu's indifference and looked at him with a wounded expression.
"Please don't use such a disgusting way of addressing me. Just call me Comrade Qin Yu. We're not that close." Qin Yu coldly watched Fang Yiyi wipe away her tears, completely unmoved by them.
Qin Yu turned and left, leaving Fang Yiyi standing there. Watching Qin Yu's back, Fang Yiyi gritted her teeth in resentment.
She had already been so blunt, so why was Qin Yu still siding with Xia Lan? What was so great about Xia Lan?
From the very first day she went to the countryside, she took a liking to him, who had just returned to the village. She deliberately created so many chance encounters, and he even saved her from a mud pit. How could he say he didn't know her?
She thought her only rival was Hu Li, and that she had finally become friends with Hu Li, so she would use Hu Li to highlight her and make him notice her.
She was the most beautiful woman in the village, and he was the most handsome. They were a match made in heaven.
As a result, Qin Yu suddenly brought back an orphan girl, and even said that this orphan girl was the wife that Qin's mother had chosen for her.
It was clearly she who fell for Qin Yu first...
Fang Yiyi stared at Qin Yu's departing figure, gritting her teeth in resentment and bitterness.
Qin Yu felt Fang Yiyi's resentful gaze from behind, and thought even more that this woman was crazy.
When Qin Yu returned home, he cooked white porridge and deliberately used a kettle to put it in order to avoid attracting attention.
Xia Lan ran to the clinic, made up an excuse to buy fever-reducing medicine, and then ran back to the old man's place. Just as she was wondering whether she should give him the medicine first, Qin Yu came over with a water bottle.
"Brother Yu," Xia Lan waved and said.
After Qin Yu arrived, Xia Lan took out fever-reducing medicine and fed it to the old man. The bitter taste in his mouth made the old man tremble uneasy, but he seemed to smell the white porridge in the kettle, and his hungry body opened his mouth as if craving food.
Xia Lan looked around and found a broken bowl in the corner. She poured out the porridge and fed it to the old man spoonful by spoonful.
"Will it work?" After feeding him the porridge, Xia Lan looked at Qin Yu with concern.
"We've done everything we can; he's just pulled through on his own," Qin Yu comforted him.
“…You.” Xia Lan and Qin Yu heard the old man say a sentence, and then slowly opened their eyes.
"Thank you," the old man said again, raising his voice as he regained some strength.
"You're awake?" Xia Lan exclaimed in surprise, not expecting the old man to wake up so quickly.
The old man lay weakly on the wooden plank, giving Xia Lan a feeble smile. "If you hadn't saved me, I might really be dead."
He was actually awake the whole time, but his body was out of his control. He could only watch himself grow weaker and weaker, slowly walking toward death.
The appearance of Xia Lan and Qin Yu was like hearing his heartfelt plea. Feeling that he had regained control of his body, he couldn't wait to open his eyes and thank them in person.
"Are you alright?" Xia Lan asked the old man with concern.
"It's nothing, I just got caught in the rain a couple of days ago and slept in my wet clothes. I didn't expect to develop a fever." The old man waved his hand. "Heaven thinks I'm not meant to die, so it won't take me away!"
"My name is Xia Lan, and this is my husband, Qin Yu," Xia Lan introduced herself. "What...is your name?"
"My surname is Du, and I won't mention my given name," Old Du said with a wry smile, waving his hand, clearly not wanting to bring up his own name.
"Thank you for saving me, but for your own good, you should leave quickly! It won't be good for you if people find out that you had contact with me," Old Du said to Xia Lan and Qin Yu.
"I wanted to kowtow to you to thank you for saving my life, but I am not in good health and am too weak. I will thank you when I have the opportunity in the future."
Seeing that even in his current state, Old Du still wanted to get up and thank them, Xia Lan was deeply moved by Old Du's attempt to find joy amidst hardship.
"Your fever has just subsided, so you should rest well first!" Xia Lan said to Old Du.
After pulling Qin Yu out of the dilapidated house, Xia Lan looked at Qin Yu, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.
"Say what you want to say," Qin Yu said with amusement. Her big, round eyes couldn't hide her thoughts at all.
"Do we really have to treat them like this?" Xia Lan asked, conflicted.
They were all genuine professors, university teachers who had been framed, figures who should have been revered by students, yet they received such treatment.
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