Chapter 45 He is mentally ill
Shi Yin came in carrying a bowl of hot salty porridge.
On weekdays, the housekeeper would pick her up.
One or two servants would come to help her get her coat.
Today is weird.
Almost all the servants gathered around, vying to help her. After taking her coat and handing her slippers, the remaining servants who had nothing to do stood quietly at the back. When she lifted her foot and walked forward, they all followed.
Shi Yin: “…”
What's wrong?
Is there a vicious dog at home?
Could it be that Ash lost control of his emotions and bit someone again?
Admittedly, this guess was wrong. Half a minute later, she saw Ash in the living room. The dog ran towards her actively with unsteady steps, wagging his tail and holding his favorite fairy tale book in his mouth.
She bent down and took the book.
Pat his head.
She coaxed gently, "After dinner, I'll tell you a story, okay?"
"Hmm~"
He seemed to understand what Shi Yin said, and his tail wagged even more happily. As it wagged, he caught a glimpse of someone he found a bit annoying out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head away and moved around to the other side of Shi Yin's body, not wanting to see that person.
Shi Yin followed his gaze and saw Han Zhan standing at the top of the stairs. It had been a whole day, and he still looked a little pale. To be more precise, he looked even worse than he did this morning.
Is he heartbroken?
The playboy who wanders among all kinds of women has fallen for a certain woman?
I haven't heard that he's been close to any girl recently.
Shi Yin was too lazy to guess. She took two steps forward and gestured to him with the hot porridge in her hand: "I went to the old porridge shop in the northern suburbs and bought a bowl of their signature shrimp and crab salty porridge. Do you want to try it now?"
"Didn't you tell Uncle Han that you'd be home within an hour?"
"There was a car accident over there on the viaduct, and I happened to run into it."
"Are you okay?"
As soon as he said this, Han Zhan realized he was a bit anxious. His outstretched hand hung in the air, and just before it touched Shi Yin, he proudly withdrew it. She noticed his subtle body movements and said softly, "The accident had already happened when I arrived. I'm fine, I was just stuck on the bridge for a full half hour. I was afraid the porridge would get cold, so I turned the air conditioner up to the highest temperature in the car. It was so hot that I was sweating all over."
"Very stupid."
Han Zhan scolded her and took the porridge from her hand: "Go back to your room and change clothes."
"Um."
"Don't follow her."
Han Zhan blocked Ah Xiu's path, and the dog raised its head in anger and glared at him. Facing its dissatisfaction, Han Zhan lectured it, "You're a trained military dog, a brave wolfhound, not a puppy from a pet store. How can you cling to her all day? Have you forgotten your identity and your pride?"
"Woof!"
"Don't want me to care?"
Han Zhan laughed in anger, and was about to teach it a lesson, but it had already bypassed him and caught up with Shi Yin. When he turned around, the dog was already clinging to Shi Yin. She was smiling and stroking its head, calling its name affectionately. If it weren't so big, she would have picked it up and rubbed it in her arms.
I really love it.
Three meals a day are prepared by myself.
Tell it fairy tales whenever you have time.
"Sir, why don't you go to the dining room and have some porridge first?" The housekeeper came over cautiously and said tentatively, "My wife always holds the porridge in her arms when she comes home, for fear that it will get cold."
Hearing this.
Han Zhan glanced at the porridge in his hand.
I couldn't help but think of Shi Yin on the way back to Beishan Villa. She was worried that the car would get cold, so she turned up the temperature in the car very high, making herself sweat profusely.
A little silly.
Inexplicably sincere.
Thinking of this, the hostility between the man's brows lessened a little, and he walked towards the restaurant.
The housekeeper turned his head and looked at his happy figure from behind, feeling a little proud and childish. For a moment, he seemed to see little Han Zhan, who was four or five years old, innocent and childlike, and very easy to satisfy. His husband and wife were busy with work and seldom accompanied him, but as long as they bought him a lollipop, he would happily run around the house.
Then something happened.
He moved out of Han's house.
Everyone said he was becoming increasingly forgetful and heartless, forgetting everything he heard as soon as he slept, letting everything go in one ear and out the other, and he lived his life acting like a dissolute playboy. Only the housekeeper knew he had matured and grown more stable, his thoughts no longer written on his face, but hidden deep within, beyond the reach of others' best efforts to guess.
From the perspective of a housekeeper.
He still hoped that his young master could be happier.
Just like when I was a child, I would cry when I fell down, run to him, raise my arms high, and complain in a baby voice: "Uncle Han, my hand is hurt, it hurts so much."
…
Shi Yin took a quick shower.
Ah Xiu was sitting at the door, his head held high and guarding her. When he saw her come out, his dog changed his serious expression and immediately stood up and wagged its tail. Shi Yin went to change into her home clothes and saw the gift box that the servant had placed in the cabinet in the cloakroom.
She opened the box.
Inside lay the modified Zhongshan suit.
The design was inspired by Han Zhan, so she took the opportunity to ask the housekeeper for Han Zhan's size and gave it to the company's product department to make the first set of samples. After the photoshoot, she took it back and planned to give it to him as a New Year's gift on New Year's Eve early next month.
Shi Yin put the gift box back into the cabinet.
She took Ah Xiu to the living room of the master bedroom. As usual, she lay on the chaise longue, with Ah Xiu lying beside her. Shi Yin picked up his favorite fairy tale book and chose the Princess and the Pea to tell today.
The dog slowly closed his eyes.
Fell asleep.
Shi Yin tentatively reached out her hand to touch his injured leg. When her fingertips touched it, the wolfhound suddenly opened its eyes, and her beautiful face was reflected in its eyes. The murderous look in Ah Xiu's eyes completely disappeared. He wagged his tail, lay down again, leaned against her legs, closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
There was a loud noise coming from downstairs.
Shi Yin left the master bedroom and walked a distance forward. She saw the servants looking hurried. She asked, "What's wrong?"
"Mr. fainted from an allergic reaction."
"What?"
"It's a seafood allergy, and it seems to be quite serious," said the maid.
She bought shrimp and crab salty porridge at the old porridge shop in the northern suburbs tonight. Did he faint because of an allergic reaction to the porridge she bought?
At the door.
Shi Yin bumped into the housekeeper coming out and quickly called out, "Uncle Han, how is he?"
"I'm on an IV."
"Does he know he's allergic to seafood?"
"Know."
"So he still eats?"
"The last time I had seafood porridge was three years ago. Sir, I feel like I'm better now." The housekeeper said, recalling the scene of Han Zhan drinking porridge in the restaurant at that time, and then said: "You bought it specially. It's a rare thought. Sir, he just -"
"He has a problem with his brain."
After Shi Yin finished speaking, she pushed the door and entered the study.
The housekeeper stood there, looking up at the spot where she had stood before. The mistress was truly remarkable; she could tell with just a few words that her husband was having trouble with his mind.
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