"By the way, Miss Wen, when did you poison him? And what kind of poison did you administer that none of the other doctors could detect?" Qing Yi was dying of curiosity.
Who would have thought this innocent-looking Miss Wen, seemingly harmless to humans and animals, could be so naughty~
Uh... she couldn’t have learned this from the third young master, right?
"I poisoned him during the family banquet two days ago," Wen Xiao’ai said proudly, "As for what poison, I’m not going to tell you~"
It’s not even real poison, just a little spell for tornting and punishing people~
Poison? It must be so demon art used by the Cat Demon. The Drunkard thought to himself.
"I’ll go and prepare so dicine for him then, I’ll take my leave." The Drunkard was ready to head to the drugstore to buy dicine.
"Make it extra, and make it taste awful, so bad it kills him," Wen Xiao’ai said excitedly, waving her little fist as if she wanted to personally grab a handful of dicine for Jun Wuyang.
The Drunkard gave her a deep look, nodded subtly to show he understood, and then turned around and left.
Qing Yi also left with him.
"It’s hilarious, haha, Jun Wuyang nearly died from anger because of and the Drunkard. His angry face was just too funny. Did you see it, Jun Moyan?" Wen Xiao’ai gripped Jun Moyan’s arm, unable to contain her joy.
If her body had allowed it, she would have jumped for joy.
"He lost so much face in front of you, he must be fuming mad, haha."
"You little rascal." Jun Moyan lifted his hand to lightly scrape her nose, his eyes full of doting affection.
"Aren’t you happy?"
"Happy."
If you’re happy, of course I’m happy.
"Hehe." Hearing Jun Moyan say he was happy made Wen Xiao’ai even more delighted. It seed like torturing Jun Wuyang every now and then to cheer up Jun Moyan would be a good idea.
"Are you heading to the drugstore?" Qing Yi asked the Drunkard as they stepped out of the villa.
"Mhm, are you coming?" The Drunkard asked with a smile, raising his eyebrows at him.
"I’m going," Qing Yi nodded, realizing it was the first ti the Drunkard had invited him out.
The other night, he was quite shocked when the Drunkard suddenly blurted out those words. Although the next day the Drunkard behaved as if nothing had happened, laughing and saying that he was just drunk and in a bad mood, which is why he said those things, Qing Yi could tell that the Drunkard was not in a good mood, despite his attempts to hide it.
Qing Yi had been unsettled and worried for the past couple of days.
Although he really wanted to know what had happened to the Drunkard in the past, since he didn’t want to talk about it, it wasn’t right for Qing Yi to pry.
In fact, Qing Yi had also wondered if the Drunkard had suffered so heartbreak, which is why he had changed, but he didn’t want to think that way.
Seeing that the Drunkard was in good spirits today, Qing Yi finally felt a bit relieved.
The Drunkard took out the card with eighty million on it that Jun Wuyang had given him and handed it to Qing Yi.
"Here."
"What’s this for?"
"Of course, for you to use. After all, there’s no reason not to use Jun Wuyang’s money. As long as you’re happy, you can even throw it around."
Qing Yi smiled: "I’m not short of money."
"Then just keep it for now, in case I lose it."
"Alright, when you need it, just ask for it." Qing Yi took it without further refusal, offering to keep it safe for him.
"The card you gave still has plenty of money on it, enough for my needs."
"Mhm." As they talked, they left to get the dicine for Jun Wuyang...
At the Jun Family—
In the evening, Jun Wuyang looked at the large bowl of freshly brewed, dark, foul-slling herbal dicine in front of him, and he felt terrible.
After the dicine was delivered, he had sent it to the Gu Family’s dical room to let the doctors check out what it contained.
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