"How long does it take to prepare?" Uncle Ming asked, "Let me know if you need anything."
The Drunkard didn’t reply but just listened to the sound of footsteps descending the stairs, gazing into the glass of water, his gaze constantly moving, and his expression continually changing.
Jun Moyan turned around and saw Wen Xiao’ai, rubbing her eyes and nearly closing them as she came downstairs, and his heart tightened.
He walked briskly toward the staircase, hastened up the stairs, and caught hold of Wen Xiao’ai, who was halfway down, and called out to her softly.
"Meow~" Wen Xiao’ai subconsciously grabbed his clothing and responded softly.
"You don’t watch your step when you walk, not afraid of falling?"
"Why did you get up without waking me?" Wen Xiao’ai yawned, still sleepy.
"It’s still early, and we have a guest at home. You go back to your room and sleep, I’ll call you later," Jun Moyan said as he pulled her back upstairs to her room.
Wen Xiao’ai turned to glance downstairs.
Uncle Ming also turned his head to look at her at the same time.
"Isn’t he the person who helped us last time?" Wen Xiao’ai had a clear impression of Uncle Ming, a man full of integrity, a handsome uncle, memorable in appearance, and notably, his missing arm.
"What is he doing at our place? It’s not that Bai Ye comes looking for trouble with you, is it?"
The phrase "our house" sounded very pleasant to Jun Moyan’s ears.
"It’s nothing, you go back to sleep first," Jun Moyan said as he ushered her into the room and had her lie down on the bed.
"What about you? Aren’t you going to sleep?"
Jun Moyan pulled over the thin blanket to cover her up to the waist and ruffled her hair.
"Yeah, go to sleep, I’ll call you in a while."
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"Oh, I almost forgot."
"Hehe, Jun Moyan, I like you, I love you," Wen Xiao’ai said with a smile.
Jun Moyan couldn’t help but chuckle, ruffling her hair again: "You sure remember that clearly."
"Of course, I’ve got to say it every day. I’m still waiting for you to marry me, you know."
Jun Moyan smiled but didn’t say anything.
Having reassured her, he went back down to the lobby.
To his surprise, the Drunkard was still sitting there, unhurriedly drinking his water.
Uncle Ming wanted to speak several times but halted, anxious yet afraid to interrupt, concerned the Drunkard might be contemplating some life-saving remedy, so he didn’t dare to disturb him.
"Do you still need anything else prepared? Shall I have Qing Yi prepare it for you?" Jun Moyan asked.
Seeing that the Drunkard gave no response as if he hadn’t heard Jun Moyan’s question, Qing Yi reached out and tapped his shoulder.
"Huh?" The Drunkard snapped back to reality: "What is it?"
"The Third Young Master is asking you what else needs to be prepared."
"Er... I should go have a look at the patient first."
"Alright, let’s go then," Uncle Ming said, finally feeling at ease knowing they were about to set off.
"Well then, let’s go." The Drunkard stood up, sipping water as he headed for the front door.
After a couple of steps, he turned back to put the glass back on the table.
"We’ll be leaving first then," Uncle Ming said his farewells to Jun Moyan.
"Alright, I’ll come by later to see Old Bai," Jun Moyan replied. Old Bai was his elder and a long-time business client who was now fighting for his life in Capital City, seeking medical help—even at his doorstep. No matter what, he should follow them and visit.
But soon, he had to wake up Xiaoguai, brush her teeth, wash her face, prepare her formula, and accompany her for breakfast.
Otherwise, she would get cranky.
He wouldn’t be of much help if he went now anyway, so arriving a bit later wouldn’t matter.