Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“But Sister was just talking about someone dying of illness. How can you still laugh? You’re too cold…” Before he could finish speaking, he met his father’s cold gaze. Chu Jin was so frightened that he burped. “Father, I didn’t say anything.”
“Lil’ Jin, you’re right. Your father is too heartless and too cold. Hmph.” Ye Muyu found an opportunity to slander him.
Chu Heng narrowed his eyes. His hand on her waist slowly rubbed against her waist. His gaze was dangerous.
“Let’s go home first,” Ye Muyu said softly, feeling guilty.
Chu Heng restrained himself and smiled.
In front, Xiang Ling’er held the two children’s hands as they continued telling stories.
Ye Muyu was fighting with Chu Heng, holding his hand to prevent him from playing any tricks.
Just like that, she soon returned home.
Ye Muyu heaved a sigh of relief when she reached home. She quickly broke away from Chu Heng’s encirclement and stepped into the courtyard.
“Madam, Mster, you’re back. The hot water at home is ready.” Madam Hu came forward and saw that there were no heavy objects, so she gave up.
“I’ll wash the two children first.”
After Ye Muyu finished speaking, she called Chu Jin to get some clothes from the house.
Although Chu Jin still wanted to hear the story, he did not know that he had to listen to his mother. Otherwise, his father would definitely teach him a lesson.
“Mother, I’m coming!” Before Chu Jin left, he tugged at Chu Ziluo’s sleeve. “Sis, don’t tell the story yet. I’ll come and listen to it after I’m done showering,” he reminded her worriedly.
“Alright, I’ll wait for you.” Chu Ziluo nodded with a smile.
Only then did Chu Jin leave in relief.
When Madam Hu saw this, she asked Zhang Shu to fill the bathtub in the bathroom with water.
When Xiang Ling ‘er heard that they had to take a shower, she could not help but look down at her clothes. It seemed that there was dust on the hem of her dress. Her face instantly began to turn red. It was better that she couldn’t see it at night. Otherwise, her head would probably hang to the ground.
“Aunt, come to the room with me.” Chu Ziluo led her to the east wing.
“Alright.” Xiang Ling ‘er nodded blankly.
Ye Muyu followed Madam Hu into the kitchen.
She reached into the cupboard and took out a small jar.
Madam Hu saw this and quickly came forward to help. She asked, “Madam, what do you need to do with the jar?”
“I want to make some hangover soup.” Ye Muyu thought of Chu Heng’s uncontrollable demands these past few days, especially at night. She was sure that he was drunk. Otherwise, why would he do those intimate things outside?
Ye Muyu thought to herself, ‘It’s better to help him relieve the wine!’
At least she felt more at ease after drinking it.
When Madam Hu heard this, she immediately took the work over to do it.
Xiang Ling ‘er followed Ziluo into the room and saw that the room was neat and clean.
There was also a desk by the window with paper, ink, brush, and inkstone on it. She looked at it curiously, but she could not recognize a word. Although she was curious, she did not have the intention to reach out to take it, nor did she dare to sit casually.
“Aunt, sit over here.” Chu Ziluo climbed onto the bed, patted the bed beside her, and shouted at her.
Xiang Ling ‘er subconsciously shook her head. “Ziluo, my body is dirty. There’s dust on it. I’ll get dirty if I sit on the bed. I’ll just sit on a stool.”
Chu Ziluo was stunned. She got off the bed and stuck out her tongue. “Aunt, don’t tell my mother that I went to bed without taking a shower.”
“What? I won’t say, I won’t say.” Xiang Ling ‘er quickly covered her mouth as she spoke. Her eyes were bright and beautiful.
Chu Ziluo got off the bed and put on her shoes. She ran to the dressing mirror and opened the cream that she usually used to make up.