“If she hit your friend, you…”
“Mother wouldn’t strike without reason; it must be that your friend provoked her. Besides,” Feng Yan said with a sneer, “you actually have a soft spot for that kind of village girl? What taste.”
“My taste is none of your business. In any case, I’m better than you, a hypocrite.”
“I won’t argue with you. Come home and apologize to Mother.”
“Why should I apologize?” Feng Qishi’s tone was indifferent.
“You ask why you should apologize? Is it easy for Mother to give birth to you? You…”
“Since I was young, Mother never treated me like her own son. Forget it,” Feng Qishi said. “In other words, even if I cared for her, she wouldn’t accept it. But you’re different; you’re her real children, I’m adopted.”
“It’s a misunderstanding. I was there when you were brought out after birth; you are Mother’s biological son,” Feng Yan asserted.
“Don’t talk to me about misunderstandings. Don’t worry, your family, I…” He stopped mid-sentence, remembering Feng Feng’s condition, and said, “Never mind that for now. I’m going to see her and I’ll be right back.”
“No.” Feng Yan grabbed Feng Qishi’s arm.
“Brother, I advise you to be kind.”
However, as Feng Qishi spoke, Feng Yan suddenly remembered what Mu Anxiao had said before she left: I advise you to be kind. Thinking of those words, his grip inadvertently loosened.
Seizing the opportunity, Feng Qishi shook off his hand and turned to run.
Feng Yan stood in place, watching Feng Qishi’s retreating figure. He lowered his gaze and called out, “You must come back.”
Meanwhile, Mu Anxiao had been led back to a room by Zhang Yan.
“You sit on the sofa. I’ll get the medicine box.”
Mu Anxiao said nothing, looking down at her rain-soaked clothes, and did not sit down.
After rummaging through cabinets and drawers, Zhang Yan came out of the room with an antique medicine box. He looked questioningly at Mu Anxiao, who was still standing by the coffee table, and asked, “Why are you still standing?”
“My clothes are all wet. If I sit down, your sofa will get wet too,” Mu Anxiao said, her voice nasally.
Zhang Yan walked to the coffee table, bent down, and placed the antique medicine box there. “The water stains on you have already dripped onto my sofa.”
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao turned her head and saw that a large patch by the sofa was wet. She quickly stepped a few feet away. “Sorry.”
“Are you scared of being hit by that mortal?” Zhang Yan asked, pointing to the sofa. “Sit down.”
“No need.” Mu Anxiao shook her head and glanced at her hand.
“If you don’t sit down, how can I apply the medicine?” Zhang Yan said calmly.
“I…”
“I’m all wet too. Sit down quickly, I’ll…” Zhang Yan stopped mid-sentence, then suddenly realized something and said, “That’s not right. We’re back, so naturally, we should change clothes before applying medicine. This way isn’t good either.”
“Then…” Mu Anxiao turned and pointed to the door. “I’ll go change.”
“I bought some men’s clothes for young people yesterday. You can wear them. This cost will be counted towards what you owe me,” Zhang Yan said, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ll change in there,” Mu Anxiao indicated the inner room.
“Go ahead. The clothes are in the bag by the bed. Change and come out.”
“What about you?” Mu Anxiao asked.
“Your injury is serious, and I’m not injured,” Zhang Yan said, pointing to the inner room door. “Go in and close the door.”
“I know,” Mu Anxiao said. She turned and obediently walked into the inner room, closing the door. Her eyes immediately fell on the bag at the foot of the bed. Then, she noticed there was no mirror in the room. Helplessly, she walked to the foot of the bed, bent down, picked up the bag, and began to change her clothes.