Watching Xiue nearly cry, Zhang Xiaoshan’s heart softened instantly.
Over the years, Xiue had been truly good to him. When he was short on tuition fees for school, Xiue had helped him out more than once.
No matter what, he couldn’t forget the kindness Xiue had shown him.
"No, Sister Xiue, I didn’t mean that. You’re misunderstanding me. How could I possibly avoid you? Also, my relationship with Mr. Xu is really simple. She just helped me out during my last exam, nothing more."
Xiue looked somewhat skeptical.
Zhang Xiaoshan nodded.
"Sister Xiue, what did you want to see me about?"
Upon hearing the question, Xiue’s beautiful face immediately turned a deep red and she hesitated.
"I, I have a little matter to discuss with you."
"Did you, did you forget what you promised me?"
"What I promised you?" Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Zhang Xiaoshan was momentarily confused—what had he promised Xiue?
"You ungrateful rogue. It looks like Sister Xiue really has no place in your heart. Have you forgotten about my illness?"
Mentioning her illness, Xiue felt so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground.
Zhang Xiaoshan suddenly realized.
Right, Xiue suffered from cold in her palace, and her menstrual cycle was irregular. He had treated her once before, which had helped somewhat, but she was not completely cured. He had originally promised to treat her more, but then one thing led to another, and he had completely forgotten his promise to treat her illness.
"Yes, Sister Xiue, that was my oversight. I’m actually free right now. Come with me to the health room, and I’ll treat you."
Xiue’s eyes flickered and she said to Zhang Xiaoshan,
"There are too many people in the health room, too many prying eyes. Why don’t you come to my place and treat me alone?"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoshan hesitated.
Why worry about the crowd during a treatment?
"That... that might not be appropriate?"
After all, Xiue was someone else’s wife. Going to Xiue’s house alone with her might not be appropriate.
"What, you look down on your Sister Xiue? Or are you afraid Sister Xiue will tarnish your reputation?"
Xiue’s eyes suddenly reddened, a mist forming over them as if she was about to cry.
"Do you think your Sister Xiue is that kind of disgraceful woman? Do you really think so lowly of me?"
"Fine, I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll just go and die alone from my illness at home."
Saying this, Xiue started sobbing and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoshan immediately panicked.
"Sister Xiue, don’t be angry, that wasn’t what I meant. I was thinking of your reputation; I really have no bad thoughts about you. Well, I’ll go with you then."
Xiue was still doubtful.
Zhang Xiaoshan nodded.
"Of course. In my heart, you’re like my own sister. How could I possibly lie to you? Look, you go home first. I’ll go to the health room to grab some silver needles and a few doses of medicine, and then I’ll come over to your place."
After receiving Zhang Xiaoshan’s affirmative response, Xiue smiled.
"That’s more like it. I’ll wait for you at home, hurry up."
She gave Zhang Xiaoshan a lingering look and then swayed away.
Watching her appealing figure, Zhang Xiaoshan couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.
"No, Zhang Xiaoshan, you jerk, Sister Xiue is asking you to her house to treat her because she trusts you. You must not entertain any inappropriate thoughts or do anything indecent."
Zhang Xiaoshan sternly admonished himself and then returned to the health room.
He picked up several doses of medicine for warming the palace and grabbed his acupuncture equipment before heading to Xiue’s house.