Fang Chengyu felt that he was already dead, otherwise he wouldn't be so comfortable.
This feeling must be that of comfort. Fang Chengyu doesn't know very well. He has only been accompanied by pain since he was five years old. Maybe he had a feeling of comfort when he was a child, but he can't remember it anymore.
For him, the absence of physical pain is the most pleasant feeling, that is, comfort.
He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Death is also a kind of liberation for him.
But just as he sighed, a sound of surprise suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Chengyu!"
"Chengyu, wake up!"
Fang Chengyu opened his eyes and saw the surprised faces of his grandmother and mother, with tears still on his mother's face.
The King of Hell is really interesting. If you are asked to die at the third watch, no one can keep you until the fifth watch. Similarly, you cannot die before the third watch, you can only wait.
Wait.
Fang Chengyu's usual smile appeared on his face.
"Grandma, I'm fine," he said. "Maybe I was too tired yesterday and woke up late today."
The phrase "I was too tired yesterday" has a complicated meaning when said by a person on the second day after the wedding.
Although they knew it was impossible, Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Fang couldn't help but glance at him.
All the festive things originally laid on the wedding bed were removed and spread neatly, as were the two quilts.
They came to visit early because they were worried, but the girl Liu'er stopped them and said that the lady hadn't gotten up yet. Fortunately, they didn't wait long and Miss Jun heard the commotion and let them in.
When they came in, they saw Miss Jun coming out of the inner room, wearing underwear. They asked them to see Fang Chengyu, and Liu Er took care of him to wash up.
They went in and saw that although the bedding on the bed had been made up, it was obvious that the two of them slept in the same bed last night.
"Hey, old lady, madam, you have already seen the young master, can you rest assured?"
Liu'er's rude voice came from behind, interrupting their free thoughts.
This is really nonsense, how could such a thing be possible?
Old Mrs. Fang shook her head and turned around. When she saw that Miss Jun was not there, she couldn't help but be stunned again.
"Miss... oh no... the young lady is tired and is resting in the study." Liu'er said, "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it later."
We should talk about Fang Chengyu’s diagnosis and treatment.
Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Fang frowned.
"Okay, you all go and have a rest. What are you doing in the house of a newlywed couple?" Liu'er said impatiently.
This damn girl.
Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Fang’s brows twitched.
"You don't have to worry about it from now on. The young master will be taken care of by the young mistress. You can enjoy your happiness." Liu Er then said with a smile.
Mrs. Fang wanted to say something, but Mrs. Fang stopped her.
"She'd better take good care of Chengyu, otherwise..." she said solemnly.
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Liu Er.
"Otherwise, what?" Liu'er was very angry, "Otherwise, would it be my lady's fault if she died?"
"Don't you know what your young master looks like?"
"You're going to die anyway. What does it have to do with our lady?"
The angry girl threw herself around and kicked out Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Fang. Many people were paying attention to the young master after the first night of their wedding, so naturally they all saw this scene.
I don’t know how Miss Jun tormented Young Master Fang, and I don’t know whether he was dead or alive. Anyway, everyone saw Mrs. Fang wiping tears from her red eyes.
The servants at home were all stunned. This Miss Jun's girl is even more impressive than when she first entered the house.
In the past, she was an official lady, relying on her father's loyalty to be tyrannical in the Fang family. Now she has become the young mistress of the Fang family. In the future, she will become Mrs. Fang, Mrs. Fang, and she will naturally be even more tyrannical.
Miss Jun is on the stall, the Fang family is really in bad luck.
Sister Fang Jinxiu, who also cared about her younger brother, soon heard the news.
Fang Jinxiu broke a pen in anger when she learned that Jun Zhenzhen did not allow her family to visit and take care of her, and trapped Fang Chengyu in her hands.
"She takes care of Chengyu? She takes care of shit." She scolded.
"Don't use bad words." Fang Yunxiu reminded.
"She's worse than a fart." Fang Jinxiu changed her words.
Fang Yuxiu chuckled.
"Little sister, just wait and see." she said.
"Wait? Don't wait until her belly gets bigger. Wait until the little brother dies first." Fang Jinxiu said coldly.
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"Mom, Chengyu doesn't look very well."
After returning to the house and retreating from the servants, Mrs. Fang also said with a worried look on her face.
The anger condensed on Mrs. Fang's face because of that girl's words had long since dissipated.
"He was not very good to begin with, and he will get worse and worse in the future." She said, "Now that this is the case, don't worry."
Believe in Jun Zhenzhen.
That's what she meant, but she couldn't say the words.
Maybe it’s because believing is a helpless choice, but what if you don’t believe it?
Mrs. Fang was silent.
"With that girl yelling around, it's very convenient for her to do things." Old Mrs. Fang said again.
"Yes, everyone now knows that she is giving medicine to Chengyu, but even if she comes out and says that she can cure Chengyu, no one would believe it." Mrs. Fang said with a smile.
Old Mrs. Fang frowned again.
"It's just that this girl's words are really unpleasant," she said.
"Let it sound unpleasant, as long as it works." Mrs. Fangda said.
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"Don't let anyone else come in."
"Not everyone can come to the young mistress's yard."
"You two, please be more honest when serving the young master."
"Go and boil the medicine and get more medicine. The young lady said that this medicine is not effective enough."
After driving away Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Fang, the girl became more and more arrogant, raising her voice and speaking low, as if her voice could be heard all over the yard.
Fang Chengyu lay on the bed and sighed.
Death was such a relief to him.
In the other room, Miss Jun was dressed as always. Although her face was a little tired, her expression was peaceful. Liu'er's voice outside seemed to be a beautiful accompaniment. With this voice, she wrote stroke by stroke.
Follow the medical records that Master once said.
She is not anxious or afraid.
Since God allowed her to be reborn, he must give her justice.
The second day of the wedding passed in this noise and chaos. Miss Jun, who had not been in the room for the whole day after dark, walked in.
Liu'er drove the girls in the house away.
"When you go out, the young master will be taken care of by the young mistress," she said.
Taking care of him? He didn’t even show his face for a whole day, but he dared to take care of the young master without any shame.
Looking at the young master sitting in the wheelchair with a calm expression as if he had heard nothing or seen nothing, the girls looked indignant and sad.
"Go ahead and listen to the young lady." Fang Chengyu said with a smile.
What else could happen?
The girls lowered their heads and left sadly.
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Thank you to Smiling Feifei, He Shibi from Lmk, and thank you all for your rewards and votes. The results of the new book’s ten days and monthly votes make me surprised and grateful. Thank you all for your trouble.
Today is the third day of the Lunar New Year. I have to eat dumplings again in the morning. What about you? (To be continued)