"...I’ve finished the porridge. Can Miss Song leave now?" As long as she leaves, he should be able to continue the life of dying he had before, right?
Song Wei didn’t leave. She said, sowhat disappointed, "I’ve had a fight with my family; for now, I don’t want to go back."
"Why did you fight?" Jun Yu couldn’t figure it out. Such a gentle, caring good girl, could she really fight with her family?
Song Wei lowered her head. After a mont of silence, she waved her hand dismissively and said, "It’s nothing major, just a small matter. It’ll naturally get better over ti."
"Alright." Seeing that Song Wei didn’t want to talk about it and even seed a bit hesitant, Jun Yu politely didn’t press further.
"I’ll get another room next door when my maid arrives," Song Wei said. "I’ll be staying here for a while."
Jun Yu: "......"
She’s staying next to him?
Wouldn’t that an she could keep an eye on him all the ti?
It would be hard for him to even think about dying.
Not only was it hard to die, but Song Wei’s maid Hua Hua also brought a bunch of dicine. Song Wei cooked dicinal soup for him every day, not missing a single dose.
If he refused to drink the dicine, refused to eat, or refused to let his body get better, Song Wei’s delicate face would imdiately fall.
Sotis, Song Wei would cry, crying as she talked about her little mother’s affairs.
Jun Yu didn’t want to see such a beautiful girl with a downcast face, nor did he want to keep hearing Song Wei talk about her little mother’s affairs until she cried. She talked every day, every day, so much so that he could almost morize it.
Listening to it was truly botherso.
So he could only pinch his nose and drink the dicine, and then ponder in his heart that when this girl finally leaves, he would continue his half-dead life.
It’s just that he didn’t know what special power Song Wei had, but as long as she was there, he could only obediently hide many unpleasant emotions and disguise himself as a normal person.
Daily als at regular tis, going to bed on ti.
As days passed, his body improved a lot, seemingly returning to its previous state. The injuries on his body healed; except for the scars on his face that wouldn’t go away, everything else was fine.
But for so unknown reason, Song Wei was getting thinner day by day, and she seed to be in low spirits, lost in thought about sothing.
Furthermore, when Jun Yu first t Song Wei, the jeweled hairpin, the golden hairpin, and the earrings she wore on her head all disappeared...
Song Wei’s attire beca more and more plain with each passing day. Those unaware might think she was mourning soone.
On this day, Jun Yu couldn’t hold it in anymore. When Song Wei brought the dicine over, he said, "Miss Song, you’ve taken care of for so many days, and I have nothing to repay you with. How about we go to the market today? See if there’s anything you like, I’ll buy it all for you?"
Girls look better with so accessories.
As long as Song Wei wanted, considering how she had been dedicated to helping him these days, Jun Yu was willing to buy it for her.
But Song Wei refused.
The reason for refusal was: "Ah Yu, if you really want to do sothing for , please help pay a few months’ rent for the room? I don’t need anything else. I don’t want to go back ho anyti soon either; it’s just that everything I could pawn off is already..."
Song Wei was a bit embarrassed to say the rest.
But Jun Yu guessed it.
The reason why Song Wei dressed so plainly was because all her accessories had been pawned off to pay for the inn’s room rent.
He had been so absorbed in his own pain, negligent, that he hadn’t noticed this at all and hadn’t helped share her burden.
"Alright, Miss Song," Jun Yu said. "I’ll go extend your rent now. If you want to keep staying here, stay for as long as you like."
Jun Yu extended Song Wei’s rent for three years in one go. When Song Wei found out, she was shocked. Three years, that was too much.
She found Jun Yu, "Ah Yu, it’s too much; three months would suffice. Please help return the rest of the rent."
Jun Yu replied, "If one day you decide you don’t need it, you can return it yourself. I’m not going. I’ve never taken back gifts I’ve given."
"It’s not like that, gifts aren’t given in this way."
Song Wei still wanted to refuse, but she couldn’t refuse him no matter how hard she tried.
Jun Yu was too difficult to persuade.
In the end, she could only accept it.
...
When Hua Hua heard about this, she was helping Song Wei bathe.
Now, any prejudice she previously had against Jun Yu was gone. She said, "Miss, it seems this Ah Yu really knows how to repay kindness."
"Yes, Ah Yu is a very good person," Song Wei said while playing with the red petals in the bath bucket.
Hua Hua added, "Miss, this Ah Yu is so generous, he must not be an ordinary person. Why not ask him for help with that matter?"
Song Wei shook her head, "This matter I can only help myself with; no one else can help ."
"Miss, how can you help yourself," Hua Hua asked, choking up. "The mistress arranged such a marriage for you because you helped cover for the eldest miss when she went out. That official, although an officer, already has a legitimate wife and ten concubines. Now he’s almost fifty, with one foot in the grave, do you really want to marry him?"
"I naturally don’t want to," Song Wei’s eyes turned red when she talked about this matter, "Otherwise, I wouldn’t have argued with the mistress and run away, refusing to go back."
"Then why don’t you quickly find soone to help?" Hua Hua asked tearfully, feeling that their lady’s fate was truly tragic.
Song Wei lost her little mother when she was three. She barely made it to adulthood, only to be confronted with such a marriage.
Song Wei bit her lip, "Who can I ask? Father is a rchant; he always wanted to leverage the power of the governnt and can’t wait to marry off to that official, so he won’t speak for . As for others, who else can I rely on?"
"Miss, you’re confused. Listen to , rely on Ah Yu! I’ve observed that this Ah Yu carries an extraordinary air, surely he’s not an ordinary person," Hua Hua said.
Song Wei shook her head, "If Ah Yu weren’t an ordinary person, how could he have ended up in the state we t? Moreover, he’s been staying at this inn with for so long, even on the brink of death, and no family has co looking for him. His background must be similar to ours, probably just from a sowhat wealthy rchant family."
"rchants can’t compete with officials."
"Hua Hua, we’re already on the verge of drowning; let’s not drag others down with us."
"Ah Yu is already miserable enough with his face being ruined at such a young age, we can’t hurt him any further."
This matter, Song Wei didn’t plan to let Jun Yu know, nor would she let Jun Yu find out. She wanted to resolve it herself, but how she would do it, she also didn’t know. She could only hide and bide her ti at the inn for now.
Hoping that Father and Mother wouldn’t co looking for her.
"What if one day the master and mistress do co looking for you?" Hua Hua worried. "At that ti, miss, you might be completely stuck and unable to get away."
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