Qi’er’s hand trembled slightly, and he smiled softly, “Young Master should cherish his health.”
He sighed inwardly but did not ask aloud, only saying, “Take it away. Just let it sit in water for a moment; it’s nothing.”
“But you—” Qi’er could not blame him and suddenly knelt down, though the medicine bowl remained steady in his hands.
“Qi’er, get up. I have my reasons for not drinking medicine. Using this method to threaten me every time is not appropriate.”
“Master—” Looking up at him, Qi’er seemed somewhat aggrieved and afraid, stubbornly calling out. He continued, “One, I’ll pour out this bowl of medicine. Two, you take it away.”
“…Servant understands.” Qi’er finally rose and weakly responded, slowly retreating. Xu Wanzhi returned to the bed, his heart unusually unsettled. He did not need these unnecessary people’s care; their self-righteous actions indeed made him furious.
He was not willfully refusing medicine. If his mother personally brewed it, he would not hesitate to drink it all. But here… to put it bluntly: incompatible.
Having reached this point with Qu Xiaojue, he also suppressed Qi’er. Life seemed to finally return to calm, continuing to sleep all day, though not lucky enough to directly sleep back. An’er visited several times but was casually dismissed.
Shen Kuang, as a temporary guest, should have proposed farewell the next day, but after his incident of falling into the water, unable to see the master of the Qu family, barely meeting twice, Xu Wanzhi was unwilling to discuss much.
Each time, he had no chance to speak, and he vaguely settled in the Qu family. He couldn’t help but wonder; when he first met these two, he thought they were an affectionate couple, but how did it suddenly become like this? He was unclear yet vaguely sensed an invisible low pressure.
He thought that since he had nowhere to go and had received the Qu family’s care for several days, he might as well stay and do some work to repay his intrusion.
