Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 377: Let’s Stay at the Siheyuan Tonight

Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Let’s Stay at the Siheyuan Tonight

By two o’clock the next afternoon, Lu Zongsheng woke up with a crooked mouth and drooling uncontrollably, completely losing his dignity as a human.

He wanted to see Xu Qinghuan, and so Xu Qinghuan naturally came. But seeing him like that made her feel nauseous, so she jabbed a needle into Lu Zongsheng’s face, and suddenly his mouth was straightened, his drooling stopped, and his speech became coherent.

"Was it you?" Even in such a state, Lu Zongsheng wanted to exercise authority, filling his crooked eyes with a forced solemnity, which was somewhat comedic.

"No!" Xu Qinghuan flatly denied.

But Lu Zongsheng didn’t believe her. He knew his body best; he merely saw Xu Qinghuan once and became like this. It was hard for him to believe she hadn’t done anything.

"You can heal me?" Lu Zongsheng’s words weren’t a question; they were an assertion.

"I can’t, I don’t have that skill." Xu Qinghuan smirked, "I’m too young to be an expert in both surgery and traditional Chinese medicine. That’s impossible; otherwise, wouldn’t it be very strange?"

Lu Zongsheng suspected Huo Fuhai had revealed all their conversations to Xu Qinghuan, but on reflection, that seemed unlikely as it would be profitless for Huo Fuhai.

So it must have been Xu Qinghuan who figured it out on her own.

So young, yet so deep in thought!

If he had known Xu Jing’an had such a daughter earlier, he would never have allowed his son to entangle with Song Wanlin.

"Heal me, and all our past grievances will fade away." Lu Zongsheng’s tone inevitably carried an air of command; he’d been in his position for too long.

"I really can’t heal you. As a doctor, it’s my duty to save lives. If I had the skill, I wouldn’t need anyone to tell me to treat you. Aside from anything else, you used to be my father’s boss;

But truly, I lack the capability. Seeing you like this makes my heart ache."

Xu Qinghuan feigned wiping her eyes. "There’s one more thing I heard from Mingqiu talking to Aunt Ye yesterday; they said that when Lu Jiabai was in Anguang County last time, he slept with Song Wanlin. I wonder if that’s true."

Shao Lizhong wanted to stop her, but it was too late, and he was also stunned speechless.

He really regretted coming along, Xu Qinghuan had dragged him into her mischief.

Lu Zongsheng’s peripheral vision caught Shao Lizhong, his entire face flushed deeply, his throat blocked with the urge to shout, wanting to deny, "That’s not true."

But Xu Qinghuan removed the needle, and he couldn’t utter a single word, as if his throat had been choked. In the end, his body straightened out, and he fell back onto the bed, unconscious.

Shao Lizhong panicked, his composure shattered, "Doctor Xu, what... what should I do?"

The Dean of a hospital actually asked Xu Qinghuan what to do.

"Don’t worry, he will wake up in two hours, and it won’t affect your treatment. If he wants to talk, stab the acupuncture point I just did, which can let him speak clearly for ten minutes. Within ten minutes, the needle must be pulled out."

Shao Lizhong memorized it.

As he escorted Xu Qinghuan out, he asked, "Doctor Xu, can you heal his illness?"

He didn’t suspect Xu Qinghuan had made Lu Zongsheng like this. To cause paralysis and stroke, poisoning would be necessary, but they had done blood tests on Lu Zongsheng, which showed no abnormalities.

He believed in science, so he wouldn’t rashly speculate about Xu Qinghuan.

Xu Qinghuan turned to look at him, "Dean Shao, are there any advanced treatments for this illness internationally at present?"

Not now, and probably not even decades later.

Xu Qinghuan indeed lacked traditional treatment methods, but it didn’t mean she had no means whatsoever.

Besides, she still had elixirs in her space.

However, Lu Zongsheng’s condition was precisely the outcome she desired.

Jiang Xingye was waiting; Xu Qinghuan went over, "Shall we pack up at the courtyard house and move there tonight?"

With Lu Zongsheng settled, Xu Qinghuan no longer feared he’d send people over. Previously, she avoided living at the courtyard house only because she was worried Lu Zongsheng’s men would come over, and in case of fights, they would damage her good courtyard house.

The five-section courtyard house was in Houhai, also in Yage Alley, next to Xu Qinghuan’s two-section courtyard.

Before they secured the five-section courtyard house, they were planning to live in the two-section one, where they’d already stored purchased items. Now the two moved all the bags and boxes over.

Jiang Xingye rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning.

There were wells in both front and rear yards.

April in Yan City was still chilly, yet the water drawn from the well was warm. They planned to tidy up the hall and a principal room, with an adjacent side room which could be turned into a study. Inside was a canopy bed for Jiang Xingye to use as cover.

The principal room would be for Xu Qinghuan, the western secondary room had a carved canopy bed made of yellow pearwood, emitting a subtle woody fragrance.

Xu Qinghuan meticulously wiped the bed over and over.

By the time cleaning was complete, the sky was pitch black. The room had connected power, with the dim glow of incandescent lights providing a warm hue.

The two feared the Lu Family’s presence everywhere in Yan City, and dared not make a fuss, so they cooked a meal in the kitchen. The smoke filled the once-abandoned house with a lively feel, its scent transforming it into a home.

Jiang Xingye seemed more relaxed than ever. Below the table, his legs were sprawled out, straight against the ground, presenting a laziness he’d never exhibited before.

This manner was unlike him, whether in the mud-brick house he built himself or the blue-tiled house procured with his father’s life.

After eating, Jiang Xingye washed the dishes, and the two began another walkthrough beneath the courtyard gallery.

Jiang Xingye was still mulling over Xu Qinghuan’s previous suggestion to convert a bathroom from the side room next to the principal room, "When I get a chance to come over next time, I’ll do the work."

"No rush, we’ll fix it once we move in."

"Alright!"

They leaned against the column and kissed, usually just a soft kiss, but today it was biting, and Xu Qinghuan felt a bit of pain, struggling slightly. Jiang Xingye wouldn’t let her go, turning her around and pinning her against the column.

The red paint reflected the glow of stars and moon, eclipsing Xu Qinghuan in shadows, seen only by him.

Only he could see Xu Qinghuan in the night.

He left marks on her, the sensation of teeth on skin was both numb and itchy. Her legs trembled, her body shivered uncontrollably, unable to hold steady, her voice stumbled into a mess, "Ah Ye, Ah Ye!"

Each cry felt like a batter on his heartbeats, igniting a fire from within, burning throughout his body.

She lit the fire, and only she could extinguish it.

Pulling her back from sliding down, one hand supporting her, the other pressing into her back, bringing her closer, "Shall we go back to the room?"

"Mm!" Xu Qinghuan was finally released from his grip, able to breathe freely, but feeling a faint sense of loss. She clung to Jiang Xingye, allowing him to carry her back.

They walked from hall to principal room, their breaths somewhat rapid, as magnolia flowers fell in the courtyard, landing on Xu Qinghuan. Jiang Xingye freed a hand to pick the petal, its purity resembling Xu Qinghuan’s face, tinted with a rosy blush.

He tossed the petal away, his palm cupping Xu Qinghuan’s face, prompting her to gaze upward, her eyes filled with a humid red, looking at him as if saying, kiss me, do it!