Wen Jingchen’s voice laced with concern came out of the phone.
Wen Shiyu responded, “I’ll sleep right away, but there’s something I need you to do.”
“What is it?”
“The old injury on Shen Ye’s leg has recurred, I remember that you have a lot of herbs for bathing, so send some over to Shen Ye.”
These herbs were the prescriptions that Wen Shiyu had specially gone to the old Chinese doctor to beg for when Wen Jingchen’s leg was bad.
As long as you followed the prescriptions and took a bath, not only would it heal old injuries, it would also increase sleep and be very good for your body anyway.
On hearing this, Wen Jingchen did not refuse.
He took several days’ worth of herbs and immediately took a taxi to Di Jing Lan Yuan.
At the other end, Feng Shenye was enjoying breakfast with Bao’er when Uncle Chen came to report.
“Sir, young master, Mr. Wen is here.”
“Uncle Jing Chen is here?”
Little Bao’er shouted happily and immediately jumped down from the dining chair.
Feng Shenye watched his movements and frowned slightly as he lectured, “Be careful, don’t fall down.”
“Got it, got it.”
That was what he said, but little Bao’er still ran towards the living room in a blaze of glory.
Feng Shenye shook his head helplessly and got up to follow him.
He looked at the young boy sitting on the sofa in the living room and asked lovingly, “Why have you come over so early, have you had breakfast?”
“I’ve eaten.” Wen Jing Chen responded, while telling the purpose of his visit, “My sister is not worried about your condition and asked me to send you some herbs over to take a bath, it will relieve your old ailments and help you sleep.”
As he spoke, Wen Jingchen took out the medicinal herbs he had packed.
When Feng Shenye heard that it was specially ordered by Wen Shiyu, a warm current crossed his heart in an instant.
After delivering the medicine, Wen Jing Chen left.
Feng Shenye instructed Uncle Chen to put the medicine in the living room until he returned in the evening.
Uncle Chen took orders.
……
In the evening, Song Ruhua arrived at Di Jing Lan Yuan in a light blue long-sleeved dress.
Her face was delicately painted with makeup and her bright red lips were raised with a light smile that was just right.
“Uncle Chen, I heard from Auntie Pei that the old illness in Shen Ye’s body has flared up these days, I am not at ease, so I came over to take a look, has Shen Ye returned?”
“Sir hasn’t come back yet.” Uncle Chen answered truthfully.
He knew that his own husband did not like Song Ruhua, so he did not invite Song Ruhua in.
Song Ruhua probably guessed something too, and stood at the front door, the smile on her face became a little far-fetched, and displeasure flashed quickly in her beautiful eyes.
“Since Shen Ye hasn’t come back, I’ll go in and wait for him.”
She said, as if not seeing the difficulty on Uncle Chen’s face, she carried her handbag and entered the gate forcefully.
Uncle Chen was unable to do anything but follow behind her, while having someone go and inform Mr.
Entering the living room, Song Ruhua saw Little Treasure sitting alone on the sofa playing with a Rubik’s Cube.
Little Bao’er also noticed at this time that someone had come into the living room and subconsciously looked up.
“Bao’er, Auntie Song is here to see you.”
Song Ruhua met Little Bao’er’s big black and white eyes, and the corners of her mouth lifted up in a smile she thought was loving.
Little Bao’er’s shapely brow furrowed at the sight.
He didn’t like the woman in front of him; he knew that this woman wanted to marry his daddy and replace his aunt.
At that moment, he acted as if he didn’t see it, and with a tense little face he hugged the Rubik’s Cube and jumped off the sofa by himself, turned around and trotted upstairs.
He was definitely not going to give this woman a chance to get close to him.
Song Ruhua didn’t expect little Bao’er to be so ungrateful, and her smile immediately froze on her face.
When Uncle Chen saw this, he pretended not to see it and watched his nose and eyes.
It was a good thing that Song Ru-painting reconciled herself in a short while and gave herself a step down, “Bao’er may not be very familiar with me yet.”
“Well, our young master is indeed very scared.”
Uncle Chen echoed without walking away.
As Song Ruhua listened, a hint of embarra*sment surfaced on her face.
She took a deep breath and forced herself not to disregard it.
Just as she was about to change the subject to ask when Feng Shenye would be back, she swept up the medicinal herbs that Wen Jing Chen had delivered earlier out of the corner of her eye.