After Becoming the Villain Mother-in-Law, I Launch My Redemption Arc Chapter 50: His Legs Are His Own

After eating, Zhao Dahe clung to ng Yao asking.

"Really nothing, just went to rescue soone. It’s the ergency thod your dad taught!" ng Yao sighed, "I just helped a little, the rest were Hundred Herbs Hall’s doctors busying around. As for being tired, it’s because of the bumpy carriage ride, think about it, rushing to save soone, how fast does the carriage have to go?"

Zhao Dahe was skeptical, "Really?"

"Would I fool you?" ng Yao said helplessly.

Zhao Dahe reluctantly believed, "Then tell Hundred Herbs Hall to customize a more comfortable carriage so you don’t have to suffer."

"Alright, I’ll tell them." ng Yao said, "I’m still a bit tired, so I’ll go back to rest. I won’t get up early tomorrow, if you want to eat anything, have your sister-in-law make it for you."

"Then you should hurry back to rest, no need to worry about ." Zhao Dahe said.

The next day, ng Yao specifically waited until Zhao Dahe left before getting up.

Song Xiu’er ward her al in the pot, after eating, ng Yao went to listen to Qin Zheng’s lecture.

The lecture was about the notes Zhao Dahe brought back yesterday.

Zhao Xiaoshu was listening very intently, Zhao Xiaohua as usual, looked uninterested.

ng Yao glared at her, so she sat up straight.

ng Yao followed along for a while, to be honest, she wasn’t very interested either.

The sound of knocking ca from outside, ng Yao took the opportunity to leave.

It turned out to be Han Muchi.

"Young Master Han coming here, is there sothing?" ng Yao asked expressionlessly.

She really didn’t have a good impression of this person.

"Aunt Zhao, may I co in?" Han Muchi asked.

"If there’s sothing, Young Master Han should say it here." ng Yao replied.

"I ca to express my gratitude." Han Muchi said.

"No need, Madam Han already ca yesterday." ng Yao replied.

"My mother is my mother, I am ." Han Muchi insisted, "A life-saving grace, I must thank in person."

ng Yao, helpless, let him in.

"Xiaohua, Young Master Han is here." ng Yao called Zhao Xiaohua.

Zhao Xiaohua, who didn’t love listening to Qin Zheng’s lecture, imdiately ran out from Zhao Xiaoshu’s room.

Han Muchi saw Zhao Xiaohua, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

Zhao Xiaohua greeted Han Muchi confidently, "Are you better?"

"Thanks to Miss Zhao’s blessing, already fine." Han Muchi replied.

Zhao Xiaohua nodded, "That’s good. The riverside is dangerous, for soone like you with a brain..."

Zhao Xiaohua quickly shut her mouth.

"Hmm?" Han Muchi didn’t understand.

"Nothing." Zhao Xiaohua awkwardly paused, almost blurting out "not very bright," but rembered she took quite so silver from his mother yesterday, so couldn’t say he wasn’t bright.

"Is there sothing Young Master Han ca for?" Zhao Xiaohua changed the topic.

"I ca to thank Miss Zhao." Han Muchi took out a dical book, handing it with both hands to Zhao Xiaohua, "Miss Zhao is studying dicine, and I happen to have a dical book at ho, thinking Miss Zhao would like it, so I brought it for her."

"For ?" Zhao Xiaohua was a bit surprised, "Your mother gave quite a lot of silver already! It’s enough! You don’t need to be so courteous!"

"What my mother gave is my mother’s, what I give is mine. This is..." Han Muchi looked at Zhao Xiaohua earnestly, "This is my heartfelt token."

"Sigh, I didn’t do much, I can’t accept it. My mom said dical books are precious." Zhao Xiaohua firmly refused, it wasn’t an act, she really didn’t want it, she didn’t enjoy reading, even dical books.

She learns dicine, taught by her mother, and she’s happy learning like this.

Why trouble herself unnecessarily?

Han Muchi received the signal that Zhao Xiaohua wanted it but was embarrassed.

"Take it, this was specifically found for you." Han Muchi insisted, "You and I, there’s no need to be so distant!"

Zhao Xiaohua was very puzzled, "Why should I not be distant with you? We are neither kin nor cousin! Why are you getting so chummy, what’s your intent? Yesterday my mother told your mother clearly!"

"Is there sothing wrong with ?" Han Muchi was very confused.

Twelve-year-old Han Muchi, youthful in appearance, was very different from the cold-faced seventeen-year-old he’d beco.

"What does it matter to if there’s sothing wrong with you?" Zhao Xiaohua tilted her head, "You are quite strange."

All of Zhao Xiaohua’s actions were genuine, not a bit of pretense. This left Han Muchi hurt.

And let him understand, in Zhao Xiaohua’s eyes, he really didn’t matter.

"Madam Zhao, we agreed yesterday, that matter is settled, no one owes anyone anything! How can you go back on your word?" Madam Han stomped angrily into the Zhao family’s yard.

ng Yao didn’t even need to speak, Zhao Xiaohua was quick with her response.

"Madam Han’s words are quite interesting, how did we go back on our word? As for Young Master Han, no one from our family invited him, his legs are his own! Is it our fault? I was just thinking of asking Madam Han to take him back!"

A face full of disdain, without any cover-up.

Han Muchi’s face was not looking good.

Madam Han’s face was even darker, like ink.

"We won’t keep you, Madam Han." ng Yao said politely.

The ssage in her words was clear to everyone, you should leave, our house doesn’t welco you.

Han Muchi was dragged away by Madam Han.

Looking utterly dejected.

Madam Han was both angry and distressed.

Her son, a prodigy, now in the countryside, humiliated by rural won and girls.

She would rember this debt clearly, and sooner or later, she’d settle it properly with this ng family.

"Mom, Han Muchi didn’t take his book." Zhao Xiaohua said.

Chasing after them to return the book? Tussling and explaining if seen wouldn’t look good.

"Let Xiaoshu take it back later." ng Yao said.

Zhao Xiaohua nodded, took the book into Zhao Xiaoshu’s room.

She held it by the spine, the pages opened, and a folded piece of paper floated out.

Zhao Xiaohua picked it up and unfolded it, looking surprised.

It was her portrait.

ng Yao also saw it.

She watched Zhao Xiaohua, not saying anything.

Girls often get moved by such small details, and from being moved to being emotionally swayed is not far.

So, ng Yao was observing Zhao Xiaohua’s reaction.

After all, just now Han Muchi’s dejected appearance could easily attract sympathy.

Although Zhao Xiaohua seed indifferent at the ti, young girls’ thoughts are hard to guess, what if she was different inside and out?

Zhao Xiaohua kept staring at the portrait, making ng Yao very uneasy.

Was the little girl feeling she had been too heartless to Han Muchi?

Now, was she moved by a simple portrait?

"Mom, do all scholars know how to draw?" Zhao Xiaohua asked.

ng Yao, not understanding the reason, still nodded.

"Isn’t Han Muchi good at studying?" Zhao Xiaohua asked again.

ng Yao replied, "After all, at his age, he’s already a child prodigy. Your second brother is fourteen and hasn’t even sat for exams yet."

aning, he’s quite good.

"Then why did he draw so ugly? Worse than the flowers you draw, mom. And with this, he dares to give it as a gift?" Zhao Xiaohua disdainfully folded the paper, slipped it back in the book, and called out, "Zhao Xiaoshu, can you run an errand for !"