The Divine Doctor An Chapter 784 - 854: The wife’s \

Chapter 784: 854: The wife’s "sorcery" is too powerful

He stared at those autumn-yellow leaves, but the image that flickered through his mind was of a petite young girl.

He had thought he would not think of her.

Yet after she left, it was as if he had been poisoned by her, from ti to ti, he found himself rembering her.

Maybe it was the influence of the others?

At ho, they would often bring her up in conversation. Every ti Shujun ca back from Balibao, she would inevitably ntion that woman, and Yuenin would sourly face every ti he arrived at the restaurant. Although he never voiced it, anyone with eyes could see that he’d beco emotionally stirred by mories, craving the food that woman had made, missing her!

As for Yixuan...

Almost every other day, Yixuan would paint a new portrait. Now, Yixuan’s room was filled with paintings of that woman, so smiling, others sorrowful, so seated, so lying down, and even so standing or riding on horseback...

Yixuan once said, "Human mory fades easily. I am afraid of forgetting those little details, so painting them is better to remind myself regularly, lest as ti goes by, those mories beco blurred."

In such a situation, it was difficult for Shu Yu himself to not "think" of her. He was convinced that he must have been influenced by his brothers; even when he didn’t want to think of her, there would always be soone nearby reminding him that that woman was a part of their family, their mistress, and most importantly, the person whom his brothers deeply cared for.

Sotis he was a bit puzzled why the mory of that woman carrying him into the snow-capped mountains and throwing him into a snow pit, nearly freezing him to death, was becoming increasingly blurry. Now, aside from the occasional thought, it seed he no longer held resentnt in his heart.

Had he changed?

Or was that woman’s sorcery too potent?

In the evening, Lao San, Shujun, returned from Balibao, his business had been booming recently, money begetting money, profit rolling in, a solid reputation established, and with it, the na of "Huizi Store" had beco well-known.

That night, Shujun made an announcent, "It’s almost ti to close the net."

"Hmm?"

The brothers turned their attention to Shujun to see him slacking off, cocking one leg casually. He leaned like a lazy bone onto the shoulder of his second brother, Shu Yu.

Shu Yu’s brow furrowed, "Get off!" he said disapprovingly, pushing Shujun away. He dusted off the non-existent dust from his shoulder and ticulously smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes.

"I won’t, I won’t get off!" Shujun leaned over again, and Shu Yu’s expression darkened, his gaze turning sowhat frosty.

Little Wu, Yuenin, buried his face in his bowl, furiously shoveling rice into his mouth. He looked towards Third Brother with a confused expression – innocently clueless: "Close the net? What net? Our family doesn’t fish, does it?"

Shujun’s mouth twitched.

Alright, this one was the simpleton. He sotis wondered why among the six brothers – the eldest, Lao Er, him, and Little Liu—all had sharp minds, but only Little Wu seed to be missing a beat. In so matters, he was even less sensible than their wooden-headed fourth brother, Mu Leng.

Ignoring the bewildered Yue Ning, Shujun spoke lightly, "Tomorrow, I am planning to make a trip back to Pingchang Prefecture. I’ve been living in Qingfeng Prefecture for most of the year, but ever since Purple Garden was established, I have also been secretly keeping an eye on the news from Pingchang Prefecture. Now that we’ve set the stage for such a long ti, it’s also the mont to settle the final accounts!"

He narrowed his slender eyes, a cold spark seeming to shoot out of those phoenix eyes. Initially, their family was like destitute refugees, facing threats from Pei Yu, and they had to hastily relocate.

But no matter when, that small village in the big mountain was always their root!