By the time Meng Xinian and Liu Guoying returned, Cheng Qiulian had already gone to sleep.
All those days before, she had been coughing so much that she couldn’t sleep, with deeply sunken eyes and red veins apparent in them.
"What did you say? Your mentor’s wife has gone to rest?"
"Yes," Chiang Xiao nodded.
But Liu Guoying was so astonished that his eyes widened, "I’ll go take a look!"
The reason he felt it inconvenient to move into the school staff dormitory was exactly because Cheng Qiulian would cough worse at night and disturb others.
Even though he had moved into the Fu Family’s residence these past two days, the psychological pressure on him was immense. He simply didn’t know what to do and had to endure the guilt.
He knew that his wife disturbed Fu Mingfeng and his wife every night.
Moreover, she seldom rested, and for some reason, sitting or standing was fine, but her cough would worsen as soon as she lay down. Thus, Cheng Qiulian somewhat resisted going to sleep.
And now you’re telling me she has gone to sleep?
And without making any sound?
Liu Guoying strode to the guest room, gently pushed the door open, walked to the bedside, and indeed saw his wife sound asleep. Moreover, truly without a single cough, very quiet, she seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
Seeing this scene, Liu Guoying couldn’t help his eyes turning red, he quickly wiped his eyes, and stepped out of the room.
With a sore throat, he composed his emotions outside before returning to the living room.
"Guoying, how is it?" Mrs. Fu asked.
"She’s asleep, asleep," Liu Guoying whispered.
Meng Xinian glanced at Chiang Xiao.
He knew this must be her doing again.
This girl had a very clear sense of love and hate.
Those she didn’t care for could be kicked away by her without a second thought, minding every cent. But for those she cherished, she was willing to give away the best things she had.
The value of the teas and medicines she made couldn’t be overstated.
Just like how his own leg had almost visibly healed rapidly.
"What happened? What did Qiulian take? Xiao Chiang, did you bring some sweets?" Since Cheng Qiulian would get relief after consuming certain treats, Liu Guoying’s first thought was that Chiang Xiao had brought some.
Chiang Xiao used to bring those pastries to him often, but after finding out about their price, he had refused them a few times, feeling it was simply burning his student’s money.
"Not pastries, Xiao Chiang brought floral tea this time. Qiulian drank three cups of it, so the cough has subsided," Mrs. Fu explained eagerly to Liu Guoying.
Liu Guoying looked at Chiang Xiao in shock, and aside from being moved, his first words were, "Tell me, how much does this pot sell for?"
This student was truly like a treasure, and concerning her endless surprises (which might be called frights), he was almost becoming numb to them.
Chiang Xiao made a noise, not sure how to answer, but Meng Xinian sitting beside her had already answered for her.
"Very few people can afford it, so she doesn’t sell it."
The amount of information conveyed by this statement...
Suddenly, Fu Mingfeng and his wife felt...
Had they inadvertently indulged in luxury?
But they believed it.
Especially Fu Mingfeng, although a principal, also taught classes. Like many teachers of his age who suffered from inhaling too much chalk dust and talked a lot throughout the day, his throat was often uncomfortable. But after drinking the tea, he felt his voice clear up and the faint soreness in his throat disappeared.