In the past two years, Luo Fenghe’s illness had worsened to the point where she couldn’t even manage the affairs of the Luo Family if she wanted to.
Since a year ago, almost all of the Luo Family’s businesses and financial power had fallen into Luo Ning’s hands.
Jiang Fen had also lived nearly a year of the true wealthy lifestyle she was supposed to have.
Every day, she hoped for Luo Fenghe’s death, which was finally within reach.
However, Luo Fenghe was not only still alive, but her complexion had also unexpectedly improved.
Hadn’t they said she was at death’s door?
"Feng He... Feng He, has your illness gotten better? Your complexion looks much improved," Jiang Fen’s mind raced with thoughts, and she wished she could just stab Luo Fenghe with a knife, but outwardly, she could only inquire with a face full of concern.
"Mm, better," Luo Fenghe responded softly.
Jiang Fen, hearing this perfunctory answer, stiffened and didn’t know whether to believe it or not.
To believe it would go against her desires, yet Luo Fenghe’s complexion really did seem much better.
Thus, she could only silently pray that this was Luo Fenghe’s final flicker of vitality before passing.
Finally, under Luo Fenghe’s mocking gaze, Jiang Fen left dejectedly.
Downstairs, after Gu Huaijin came down, he didn’t see anyone in the living room.
He went straight to the kitchen, "Aunt Chen, is the medicine ready?"
"Almost, in another three minutes it will be ready," Aunt Chen replied as she continued to prepare the medicine without turning her head.
Hearing this, Gu Huaijin didn’t go back upstairs, thinking to wait for the medicine to be ready and then take it up, he stood at the entrance of the kitchen.
While Gu Huaijin didn’t say anything further, Aunt Chen could feel someone still behind her, so she turned her head to look and saw him still standing there, "Mr. Gu, why don’t you go upstairs and keep Miss company? I’ll bring the medicine up once it’s ready."
"It’s fine, I can wait a bit," Gu Huaijin said and stood still, thinking about the phone call from Gu Chongming he had just received, he looked at Aunt Chen and asked, "Aunt Chen, have you seen Yueyue?"
"She went out with Miss Wanwan to the supermarket to buy some things. They’ve been gone for a while, and by my calculations, they should be back soon," Aunt Chen spoke as she continued with the medicine.
Just as the medicine was about ready, Aunt Chen suddenly remembered something, "Mr. Gu, once the medicine is ready, how should it be stored?"
Gu Huaijin paused, delving into his area of ignorance.
"Wasn’t it written in the text message I sent you?"
"No," Aunt Chen carefully checked once more and then shook her head.
"Let me check," Gu Huaijin said, taking his phone from his pocket and opening the conversation with Gu Zhiqi.
Waking up the day before, he had found a message from the young lady saying she was returning to Yueqi Village and had sent two lengthy text messages, one with the prescription and the other the method for preparing the medicine.
It was said to be a medicine for nourishing Luo Fenghe’s body.
After reviewing both messages, and confirming there were no storage instructions, he sent a message to Gu Zhiqi.
After the message went out, there was no immediate reply from Gu Zhiqi’s end.
As Gu Huaijin contemplated whether to call her, a voice came from behind him.
"Brother Huaijin, help! Help me quickly, they’re about to fall!"
Upon hearing this, Gu Huaijin looked back and saw Yu Luowan walking from outside the living room, carrying a plethora of items.
With seven or eight wobbly stacked boxes on the verge of toppling, Yu Luowan moved about in the living room, struggling to keep them from falling.
Gu Huaijin’s lips twitched as he quickly approached Yu Luowan. As he passed the sofa, he casually tossed his phone onto it and helped her carry four boxes.
"Whew~ that was close," sighed Yu Luowan with relief after the boxes were secure. She went to the coffee table, set the boxes down, and then immediately turned to head for the door.
Just as she reached the door, she saw Gu Xiyue also carrying seven or eight stacked boxes.
"Huh? Why are yours so stable?" Yu Luowan was surprised.
Gu Xiyue didn’t speak, but walked straight to the coffee table, carefully placing the boxes down, and even took some boxes off the top to put on the sofa for fear of them falling.
Noticing a phone on the sofa, Gu Xiyue deliberately moved it to the side.
The phone’s screen was lit, and although Gu Xiyue only glanced at it, she still clearly saw the words on it and hesitated for a moment.