Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âI wonât. I wonât curse myself anymore. Donât be mad, Rong Rong.â Ye Nanshen said that while blowing powdered sugar towards Rong Qi.
Speechless, Rong Qi turned to look at Ye Nanshen. He tried to suppress his laughter and said, âI tried my best, but this batch is too dryâ¦â
For some reason, seeing Ye Nanshen forced into business, Rong Qi felt like laughing. She handed him a glass of water to drink. After he drank it, Ye Nanshen wiped her face.
Ye Nanshen approached Rong Qi, he smelled the lemon on her and asked, âAre you feeling unwell again?â
âNo, not at all.â Rong Qi replied.
âDonât wander off any more. Your rest is important.â Ye Nanshen advised. He gently touched her belly, his eyes flickering slightly.
Ye Nanshen wondered how much longer his child would stay inside. He believed that the baby occupying Rong Qi for ten months was a bit too much.
Rong Qi gave a resigned smile. She observed Ye Nanshenâs red eyes, pondering, âI had been checking his pulse for the past few days, and his body seemed perfectly normal, even his emotions were stable. What went wrong? Why did he still have red eyes?â
Rong Qi frowned and continued pondering, âIs it true that pregnancy lowers oneâs IQ? I couldnât even figure out a direction to think in.â
After speaking with Rong Qi, Ye Nanshen carried her to the adjoining bedroom for rest, while he returned to the study to work.
Xu Yi and Zhuang Ling came in to report, just in time to see Ye Nanshen picking at his eyes.
âMaster, what are you doing behind my back?â Xu Yi asked.
Ye Nanshen threw a file at Xu Yi and said, âShut up!â
Ye Nanshen blinked and removed something from his eyes. He felt relieved.
Xu Yi was stunned. He exclaimed, âMaster, youâre faking it!â
Zhuang Ling was surprised too, but more composed. He remembered he was the one who bought that thing. He had asked Ye Nanshen what it was for before. Zhuang Ling could guess it was for faking illness.
Ye Nanshen threw the item into the trash and glared at Xu Yi, âAnother word and Iâll throw you in the trash.â
âNo, no,â Xu Yi shook his head.
Ye Nanshen frowned and complained, âThat thing is uncomfortable. Donât get it for me anymore.â
Zhuang Ling acknowledged, but his gaze at Ye Nanshen was strange.
Xu Yi, however, was contemptuous. He wondered, âWhen did Master Shen become so childish? Just to win sympathy from his wife, he stooped to such tricks. How disdainful!â
After leaving the study, Xu Yi commented to Zhuang Ling, âWe must never be like Master Shen. For a taste of Madamâs cooking and to soften her heart, he used such tactics. Too despicable.â
Zhuang Ling glared at Xu Yi and said, âAnd you shouldnât backbite Master Shen. If not for Madam, who knows where youâd be buried by Master Shen now!â
Xu Yi shrugged, âBoring.â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Zhuang Ling added, âBut, I agree on one point. Master Shenâs probably doing this to get his way while sick. Look, after causing a scene at the Ye residence, nobody there dares to utter a word.â
âExactly!â
Rong Qi slept until 1030 a.m. the next day. She remembered her duel with Ye Shaoxian. She quickly got ready, tucked her Rabbity into the blankets, and sneaked out.
However, instead of heading to the boxing gym, Rong Qi went to Cloudsurf Temple.
At Cloudsurf Temple, Rong Qi entered through a path Master Zenith had told her about. Although she didnât climb much, she was still tired. She leaned against a large tree to catch her breath and suddenly saw someone holding a token, waiting nearby..