"She’s not pitiful at all."
Leaving these words behind, Huo Juanyan directly ordered Xia Xing to drive.
Upon hearing this, Nanny Wang stood still, cocking her head to look at Qi Ming beside her.
"Steward Qi, what do you think the young master ant by those words?"
Qi Ming maintained a smile on his face, but there wasn’t a hint of amusent in his eyes.
"Nanny Wang, this is a private matter between the young master and the Young Madam. It’s not sothing we should inquire about, so let’s not be too curious."
Seeing Qi Ming’s inscrutable deanor, Nanny Wang felt imdiately irritated.
"The old madam is on the young master’s back every day, asking when he will move back into the marital room. They haven’t shared a room for such a long ti. How could their marriage be alright? If they end up divorcing later, we will be to bla!"
Qi Ming looked at the hot-tempered, impatient Nanny Wang and said with a headache, "Nanny Wang, do you think this is sothing that can be rushed? If you are capable, why don’t you lock them up together and see what happens?"
Nanny Wang realized that her previous words had been a bit impulsive and said, "Steward Qi, I was just a bit anxious, don’t be angry. How about you tell if you have any good ideas?"
After glancing at her, Qi Ming said, "Didn’t the old madam ntion that the young master is planning to attend a banquet with the Young Madam the day after tomorrow? I think that’s a great opportunity."
Nanny Wang instantly understood.
"As long as we find a way to have the young master stay at ho after the banquet, everything else will naturally fall into place."
Qi Ming said, "Even if it’s just for one night, as long as the young master stays ho for one night, there will be countless nights in the future. Then we won’t have to worry about the young master not coming ho anymore."
Feeling sowhat relieved, Nanny Wang said, "Steward Qi, if there’s anything I need to do the day after tomorrow, just let know, and I’ll get right on it."
A dark gleam flitted across Qi Ming’s eyes, "There’s no rush. Wait until I make arrangents."
——
Elsewhere.
Upon reaching Song Yingqing’s doorstep, Nan Yu suddenly sneezed.
She rubbed her nose, feeling a bit puzzled.
"Why do I suddenly feel a chill down my back?"
She shook her head, tossing the thought aside for the mont.
She rang the doorbell.
"Yingqing, open up, it’s ."
Ti passed, yet there was no response.
Nan Yu knocked a few more tis, still no sound.
Just as she was about to call Song Yingqing, the door opened.
The next second, a haggard and sickly Song Yingqing appeared before her, wrapped tightly in a blanket.
She spoke weakly, "Xiao Yu, why have you co?"
Seeing her looking so ill, Nan Yu quickly checked her pulse, "What’s wrong with you?"
Song Yingqing sniffled, her voice hoarse and unpleasant, "Caught so cold wind the other night, accidentally got a cold, and have been lying down at ho for two days."
After checking her pulse and seeing that she wasn’t in serious danger—her fever had been caused by the fright and the cold wind—Nan Yu let out a small sigh of relief and pushed her into the room.
"I’ll give you a couple of acupuncture needles and then inject you with a fever-reducing shot."
Song Yingqing, drowsy, lay down on the bed and said, "Okay."
Nan Yu took out the Silver Needle, skillfully administered the acupuncture, and then took out a fever-reducing injection from the dical box she had left at Song Yingqing’s place.
After the injection, she touched Song Yingqing’s forehead, noticing she was already sweating.
"Yingqing, take a nap first, I’ll keep watch beside you."
Song Yingqing obediently nodded, quickly falling asleep.
As Nan Yu looked at her dark eye circles, she couldn’t help but feel heartache, murmuring to herself.
"Could it be that Song Lihan, that bastard, did sothing to you, is that why you’re this scared?"
In her sleep, Song Yingqing seed to hear the na "Song Lihan," her brows furrowed tightly, and she began to mutter.
"Brother, I beg you, let go..."
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