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For several days, Hu Linglong's condition showed no signs of improvement. The doctor changed one after another, and the amount of medicine prescribed could fill a box, yet it was all in vain. She even vomited the medicine she managed to swallow, confirming Qing Luan's worst fears.
"Jin'er, bring in the things I bought," Xiu'er, dressed in bright and shiny clothes, finally returned. Upon seeing Jin'er pass by her, she quickly called out.
Jin'er shot her a fierce glare before silently leaving, completely uninterested in acknowledging her.
"Jin'er," Xiu'er exclaimed in anger, not expecting such treatment. "How dare you treat me like this? Just wait; I will teach you a lesson."
"Xiu'er, it's not worth getting angry over a servant like that. Be careful not to ruin your health," Wei Scholar said with genuine concern, gently advising her.
"Hmph, that lowly girl! I will definitely teach her a good lesson so she knows who to listen to now," Xiu'er gritted her teeth, muttering fiercely.
"Once Linglong is gone, you can do whatever you want. There's no need to rush," he expressed his dissatisfaction with her impatience.
Noticing the change in Wei Scholar's expression, Xiu'er quickly replaced her fierce and unwilling demeanor with a soft one, snuggling up to him and saying, "I’ll listen to you. No rush, no rush..."
This peculiar exchange was overheard by Qing Luan as she passed by. She raised an eyebrow and tried to ignore them to continue on her way but was stopped by a hand reaching out.
"Who are you?" Wei Scholar asked with a frown upon seeing the unfamiliar face. "Who allowed you to come here?"
Qing Luan frowned in response, merely gazing coldly at the hand blocking her path. She thought to herself that if she had a knife, she would chop it off without hesitation to see if it would hurt.
"Son-in-law is asking you; did you hear that?" Xiu'er shouted imperiously.
"Get out of the way!" Hu Lingyun was polite even to her, let alone to two pests; she had no patience for such nonsense.
"You little bitch, just because I gave you a bit of attention, you think you can run a dye shop? Be careful or I'll beat you to death," she said, raising her hand as if to strike, but was stopped by Qing Luan, who grabbed her wrist. "Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Xiu'er winced in pain, her face turning pale as her arrogance faded.
Tide understood that the wrist was the weakest point, so he didn't release his grip on Xiu'er’s hand. Instead, he spoke with disdain, "If you're so cheap, don't assume everyone else is like you. Just holding your hand makes me feel sick." When it came to sharp-tongued remarks, no one could compare to Qing Luan.
For those she cared about, she would protect them well; for those she disliked, if she couldn't confront them openly, she'd take a more subtle approach. After all, children could be mischievous and cute—no one would say anything against that.
"You... you..." Xiu'er’s angry face twisted in frustration, but with her hand being held tightly, she had no choice but to relent. "Sir, please save me!?" She turned her hopeful gaze towards Wei Scholar.
"Let her go!" Wei Scholar commanded imperiously.
Raising an eyebrow, Qing Luan found this extreme display amusing. She looked at him sideways and feigned confusion. "Who are you? Why should I listen to you?"
Wei Scholar and Xiu'er thought she didn't recognize their identities and immediately shifted from their displeased expressions to smugness—especially Wei Scholar, who stood tall and proud.
"Heh heh, you filthy girl, let me tell you who he is," Xiu'er said with a flirtatious glance at Wei Scholar. After giving him a playful look, she turned back to glare at the clueless little girl before her and smugly declared, "You better brace yourself; don’t get scared!"
"Oh, I'm standing firm. Go ahead!" Tide replied, suppressing his mocking smile as he lowered his head and explained patiently.
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