Rebirth: Contract Husband Falls in Love with Me-Chapter 592 - 307: Liu Ya’s Cry for Help (Part 2)

Sang Wan glanced at him, sighing in her heart. He really didn’t need to do this for her, truly! His actions, how was she to bear them? It was impossible for her to respond, for her heart was already entrenched with someone she could never let go!

"I am much better, thank you, Young Master! It’s getting late; you should head back soon!" Sang Wan said with effort.

"I will leave after I see you take your medicine!" Zhao Qi could not rest easy, saying warmly, "Miss Wan, don’t argue with me, I am just concerned about you and want you to get well soon. You, don’t feel any burden, really."

Seeing his firm attitude, Sang Wan knew it was useless to argue with him, so she had no choice but to acquiesce.

Zhao Qi, filled with joy, personally brought the medicine soup and porridge, feeling that being able to do something for her was the happiest thing in the world.

Over the next few days, as Sang Wan rested and took her medicine, Zhao Qi stayed by her couch, treating her with immense care and affection.

Mrs. Zhao, having received reports from Mrs. Ding and Yuanyang, finally smiled with an elegant curve of her lips, telling Mrs. Ding with a smile, "Yuanyang has done well, the potion was not in vain. This time, she should realize that my son is truly fond of her!"

Mrs. Ding also smiled, saying, "Which girl can resist being treated with such tenderness? Especially when one is ill and so fragile! If that doesn’t move her, it just means she really has a heart of stone. Otherwise, there must be some other reason!"

Mrs. Zhao’s heart skipped a beat, pondered for a moment, but then suppressed that faint thought, and said with a smile, "I cannot control that much. It was I who saved her life, and my son has not dishonored her! As long as my son is happy, I can’t be concerned with the rest!"

Mrs. Ding said with a twinkle in her eye, "Speaking of which, the Young Master has been so happy these days! He can’t wipe the smile off his face! Madam, it seems that our house will likely soon have a joyous celebration!"

These words pleased Mrs. Zhao, who could not help but laugh joyously, with infinite charm.

"Just that," Mrs. Ding continued, "Madam, do you really intend to offer the position of main wife to Miss Wan? Wouldn’t that be—"

Mrs. Zhao said with a sigh, "What you’re saying, don’t you think I’m aware? But Qi’er can’t unwind his obsession. Without doing so, he will never be content. Let’s just leave it be for now! Men, are they not all like this? Once they get what they want, they tire of it after a while, and then everything will be easy to resolve."

Mrs. Ding shuddered inwardly, the image of Sang Wan’s pretty face and her elegant, otherworldly demeanor flashed in her eyes, stirring pity. If there ever comes a day when the Young Master grows tired of her, given such a background, would not her life and death hinge upon a single word from Mrs. Zhao? An accidental death, an abrupt illness, it seemed, no one would stand up for her.

"You think too much!" Mrs. Zhao glanced at Mrs. Ding and sighed, "As for my son, who knows if his heart will change? In this residence, Miss Wan will always have a place no matter what! Even if let go, who knows if there’ll be a day when he thinks of her again? By then, where could I find another who is exactly like her? Besides, it was I who saved Miss Wan’s life, that too, is fate. As much as possible, I will not mistreat her!"

Mrs. Ding felt a tad embarrassed and hastily added with a smile, "It’s your kindness that makes me ashamed of my petty thoughts, Madam!"

Mrs. Zhao smiled confidently, as if everything was under her control.

Mrs. Ding looked up, really wanting to ask, if the Young Master is truly serious about Miss Wan and never tires of her, what would Madam do then? Thinking better of it, she held her tongue!

Mrs. Zhao had always been decisive, if she believed that the Young Master would settle down after losing the novelty, she must have her reasons.

Moreover, after the boat capsizing incident, two servants were washed up against the riverbank at a turn, fortunately grabbing onto bamboo hanging over the water, which saved their lives. However, the fate of the daughter-in-law, maids, and Liu Ya, along with Sang Wan, was unknown.

When Liu Ya awoke, she was washed up on a gentle sandy shore. It was late at night, and she was awakened by the cold.

Opening her eyes, the stars were scattered across the sky, and darkness enveloped her with thick shadows all around, and the windy woos from the mountains and river were chilling to the bone.

Liu Ya was stunned, then braving her various pains, she struggled up, found a spot sheltered from the wind to barely wring the water from her clothes, and curled up into a ball, feeling cold and hungry.

At this moment, the only thing she could be sure of was that she was still alive. As for the rest, she dared not think or cry out loud, but just bit her lip and silently shed tears.

Finally making it through until dawn, Liu Ya followed the path towards a more open terrain, knowing that she must find people as soon as possible to ascertain Lady Sang’s whereabouts.

A procession slowly made its way along the main road, consisting of a carriage and numerous servants on horseback.

In the center of the servant-escorted group rode a handsome young man on a jujube-red horse, dressed in a treasure-blue round collar gown with pink bottoms and black boots.

Suddenly, a small figure came running from a distance, gesturing and calling out something, heading straight for the procession.

The onlookers were curious, looking towards the distant figure.

"Wow, where did this beggar come from? Beggar’s got guts these days, flagging down people. Whether they’re begging or looking for a ride, who knows!" one servant mocked, provoking laughter from the others.

The finely dressed young man also smiled and said in annoyance, "Enough! The beggar hasn’t bothered or provoked you; what’s the need for so much talk? Just get moving!"

That servant quickly agreed, saying with a smile, "Young Master has a heart of gold, truly a heart of the Bodhisattva!"

The beggar frantically ran towards them, as the figure grew closer, everyone could see: it was a woman!