Huo Mansion.
"Juanyan, when your daughter-in-law comes back later, I’ll have her look at your leg,"
Without his mask, Huo Juanyan, upon hearing what Chi Ying said, glared with a chill in his eyes at the banner in front of him, wishing he could tear it to shreds.
"Grandma, I don’t need it. She’s just a scammer with good acting skills — it’s just her way of currying favor with you. You and Uncle Li have been fooled by her,"
Chi Ying gestured for Xu Qi to put away the banner, "Juanyan, Grandma may be old, but not blind. I see clearly what kind of person my granddaughter-in-law is, and moreover, her medical skills are very impressive. I believe she definitely has a way to cure your leg."
Huo Juanyan scoffed, his voice even colder, "She’s barely in her twenties, and Uncle Li, having met her only twice, claims her medical skills surpass his own after fifty years of practice. How can one believe such a statement?"
Chi Ying frowned, unable to hold back, "Juanyan, if you don’t trust your own wife, then who do you trust? Do you trust that woman from C City?"
Huo Juanyan lifted his cold eyes, "Yes, in this world, I only trust that woman to cure my leg."
Chi Ying: "...You’d rather trust a stranger than your own family?"
Huo Juanyan replied calmly, "Grandma, marrying her was my biggest compromise. As for my legs, there’s no way I’ll let her treat them."
He looked again toward Housekeeper Xu standing beside him, "Housekeeper Xu, Grandma’s health is not good. From now on, have Young Madam come less often to disturb Grandma and let Grandma rest more."
Xu Qi was about to speak but, meeting Huo Juanyan’s icy gaze, all his words were choked back, and he lowered his head, not daring to reply.
Chi Ying looked angrily at Huo Juanyan, "It’s me who wants to see my granddaughter-in-law every day, calling her here. Who are you to forbid her from coming?"
"Besides, she is now the Young Madam of the Huo Family. With her hand injured, if she doesn’t stay here, where do you want her to go?"
Huo Juanyan’s expression grew darker.
Suddenly Chi Ying seemed to think of something, and changed her tone, "Juanyan, you don’t trust her, and you don’t want her to treat your leg. I understand your worries, so let’s pretend I never mentioned it, and I won’t bring it up again."
"You don’t agree with her seeing me every day, I can accept that too. We’ll reduce the number of times she sees me."
"But you are husband and wife after all. You can’t let her suffer with her injury and have nowhere to go, can you?"
Huo Juanyan looked intently at Chi Ying, "What do you mean?"
Chi Ying smiled at him, "If you won’t let her stay with me to recuperate, then have her move in with you. Take this opportunity to understand each other better and nurture your feelings."
As if afraid Huo Juanyan would refuse, she set her face sternly, "If you disagree with this arrangement, then you must agree to her treating your leg, as well as staying with me."
Huo Juanyan’s lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.
After what seemed like a long time, he finally spoke with difficulty, "...Let her stay in that bridal apartment."
Seeing him agree, Chi Ying smiled, "Good, you’ve got work at the company, so you go back and deal with that. I’ll handle the arrangements for you two living together. When the time comes, be nicer to her, don’t always keep a cold face."
Turning her head, she said, "Xu Qi, pour a bowl of the chicken soup I specially simmered for the young master, for him to drink on the way."
Then she patted Huo Juanyan’s hand, her voice full of sincere concern, "Juanyan, Grandma only has you for a grandson, and everything I do is for your sake. Don’t be angry with Grandma. Try living with her. If it really doesn’t work out, I won’t force you."
Huo Juanyan, hearing these words and looking into Chi Ying’s tender eyes, showed a slight softening in his cold expression, "Hmm."
After he left, Chi Ying’s lips curled into an even wider smile, turning back to ask Xu Qi, "How much longer until Xiao Yu returns?"
Xu Qi glanced at the time, "She should be back in about half an hour."
Half an hour later, Nan Yu arrived home on time.
As soon as she entered, Chi Ying happily pulled her over and ladled a bowl of chicken soup for her.
"Xiao Yu, I’ve thought it over: starting next Monday, why don’t you move into that bridal apartment in the South District."