Chapter 480 - Chapter 480: Downed in One Gulp
Chapter 480: Downed in One Gulp
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Wen Shaoyuan didn’t speak, but Hong Yujun, pressed against his chest, could distinctly feel his heart racing. The strong, resonant beats echoed in her ears, causing her cheeks to flush with a warm blush.
She took a step back, her head bowed low, overwhelmed by embarrassment…
No, don’t think about it. She needed to shift her focus immediately.
As she was about to speak, Wen Shaoyuan’s voice came from above, low and caring, “Are you feeling better now?”
Hong Yu Jun nodded, “I’m fine now, thankfully you arrived in time.”
Wen Shaoyuan looked down at Hong Yujun’s red hairpin, “Next time, don’t go anywhere alone. Bring more people with you, just to be safe.”
Hong Yujun softly responded with a nod, appearing very obedient.
Wen Shaoyuan’s gaze then shifted to her gently swaying earrings, “Did you need something from me?”
Only then did Hong Yujun remember the important matter. “Follow me.” She walked into the workshop.
Wen Shaoyuan followed her into the workshop.
On the workshop table lay a food container. Hong Yujun opened it and presented its contents to Wen Shaoyuan, “This is the apple pie I made for you. Try it.”
Wen Shaoyuan felt a stir of emotion, “You made it yourself?”
“Yes.” Hong Yujun pulled him to sit down. “Have a taste. If you like it, I’ll prepare more next time. If not, I’ll make something else for you.”
Other than his sister, this was the only girl to ever cook something for him. Wen Shaoyuan couldn’t refuse such a heartfelt gesture. Under Hong Yujun’s expectant gaze, he began to eat.
Hong Yujun sat beside him, propping her chin with her hand, watching him, “Is it good?”
Wen Shaoyuan nodded. Although the pie wasn’t very sweet, it sweetened his heart, “You should have some too.”
Hong Yujun shook her head, “I made it especially for you. You enjoy it.”
Wen Shaoyuan looked up, his deep eyes filled with a trace of emotion, “Thank you.”
Hong Yujun replied, “There’s no need to be so formal.”
After finishing the treat, Wen Shaoyuan cleaned the table. “Are you done here? Shall I walk you back?”
Hong Yujun nodded, “I’m done here.”
Wen Shaoyuan handed her the lantern, “Wait for me outside.”
“Okay.” Hong Yujun obediently left.
Wen Shaoyuan entered the storeroom, picked up Wang Chunwei, and dumped him outside the workshop. After escorting Hong Yu Jun home, he would deal with him.
Hong Yujun hesitated, “Shaoyuan, you…”
Wen Shaoyuan cut her off, “Don’t worry about what comes next. Leave it to me.”
She wasn’t sure how to handle the situation anyway. Hong Yujun nodded, “Okay.”
Wen Shaoyuan escorted her to the courtyard door and handed her the food container, “Please wash this.”
Hong Yujun took it, “It’s no trouble.”
Under the moonlight, Wen Shaoyuan stared at Hong Yujun’s beautiful face. He clenched his fists and took out a red jade hairpin from his clothes and put it into Hong Yujun’s bun. “It looks good.”
Hong Yujun whispered, “It’s so dark. You can’t even see clearly.”
“I can see it.” Wen Shaoyuan’s ears reddened slightly, “Head back now. Get some rest early.”
Hong Yujun unexpectedly felt a twinge of reluctance, “Then I’ll go.” She looked back three times as she entered the yard.
After ensuring Hong Yujun entered her home, Wen Shaoyuan turned and left.
Hong Yu Jun watched his retreating figure, smiling secretly, “He’s so considerate.”
Downstairs, Wu Yaqing, coming to drink water, saw Hong Yujun sneaking around. She tapped her shoulder, “What are you looking at?”
Startled, Hong Yujun stammered, “Nothing… nothing.” She hurried to the kitchen.
Wu Yaqing looked outside. There was nothing. She didn’t pay much attention and returned to her room.
Meanwhile, Wen Shaoyuan dealt with Wang Chunwei swiftly and ruthlessly, castrating him.
Wang Chunwei woke up from the pain only to be knocked out again by Wen Shaoyuan.
Wen Shaoyuan then dragged him and left him on the road to Wang Village, to fend for himself.
In the county city.
“Yuru, what’s wrong with you? Why is your forehead so hot?”
Rong Shiyu came to discuss with Fan Yuru about going to the food festival the next day, only to find that Fan Yuru was ill.
Fan Yuru weakly opened her eyes, “I don’t know.”
Rong Shiyu patted Fan Yuru’s shoulder, “Wait here, I’ll call Yuan Hongjun over.”
Fan Yuru, feeling very uncomfortable, didn’t protest and let Rong Shiyu go to get help.
Yuan Hongjun arrived quickly and checked her pulse, “Did you fall asleep while bathing?”
Fan Yuru opened her eyes wide, “How did you know?” She had never been so exhausted before, having worked hard all day. So she fell asleep during her bath.
Yuan Hongjun was straightforward, “Just a guess.”
“Don’t waste time talking.” Fan Yuru urged, “Quickly prescribe me some medicine. I need to go to the food festival tomorrow. How can I go if I’m sick?” Yuan Hongjun confidently stated, “With the medicine I prescribe, you’ll be as good as new by tomorrow morning.”
Fan Yuru said weakly, “What if I don’t get better?”
Yuan Hongjun said firmly, “There is no what if.”
He personally prepared and decocted the medicine, then brought it to Fan
Yuru, “Drink this, and you’ll be cured.”
Struggling to sit up, Fan Yuru coughed painfully and looked at the medicine bowl with dread, “Is this medicine very bitter?”
Yuan Hongjun explained, “The medicine is black and a bit smelly, but not very bitter. Just hold your nose and gulp it down.”
Fan Yuru gagged and turned away, refusing, “I can’t drink it…”
Yuan Hongjun patiently persuaded, “If you drink it, you’ll be better by tomorrow.”
Filled with hope, Fan Yuru asked, “Will one dose cure me?”
“Sure.”
Talcing a deep breath and bracing herself, Fan Yuru grabbed the bowl and bravely gulped down the medicine, “So smelly, so bitter.”
Such a difficult lady to please. “It’s medicine, of course, it’s going to taste bad.”
“You can leave now.” Fan Yuru implied that he had seen enough of her unflattering side.
Yuan Hongjun didn’t say anything and took the medicine bowl, leaving.
Fan Yuru watched him go, thinking he had a nice personality. Unfortunately, she preferred tall and handsome men like General Tang. Yuan Hongjun, well, he wasn’t tall enough.
If Yuan Hongjun knew this was his impression in Fan Yuru’s mind, he would probably cry.
Bao Linjiang bumped into Yuan Hongjun in the courtyard and couldn’t help but tease, “Does Missy have a better impression of you?”
Yuan Hongjun said proudly, “Of course. Unlike you, you haven’t even said a word to Rong Shiyu.”
Bao Linjiang was speechless.
He felt like punching Yuan Hongjun..