Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song-Chapter 171: Miss Song Has Taken Root in the Young Master’s Heart

Gradually, Lu Jihan’s complexion returned to normal.

His heavily heaving chest also gradually calmed down.

The cold sweat on his forehead had faded significantly, and Uncle Rong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly brought a cup of warm water.

"Young Master, quickly drink some water."

Every time the Blood Curse acted up, he would be particularly thirsty and have an astonishing appetite, possibly due to the poison within him at work.

After gulping down the water, Lu Jihan’s face slightly regained some color, and his breathing steadied.

Uncle Rong couldn’t wait to ask, "Young Master, are you feeling better?"

"Mm, a bit better." He gave a perfunctory response.

But it was evident that there were still fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

As Uncle Rong set down the cup, he turned around and heard Lu Jihan ask, "Where is she?"

She, of course, referred to Song Yinyin.

"Miss Song got up early in the morning," Uncle Rong replied.

Lu Jihan frowned, "She had a little mishap at Mr. Ji’s birthday banquet last night and injured her right hand. Why did she get up so early?"

"Miss Song’s hand seems much better. Just now, she was enthusiastically taking young master Dabai to art school, so she should be fine now."

Upon this explanation from Uncle Rong, Lu Jihan’s expression softened.

And each subtle change in his expression was caught by Uncle Rong, who couldn’t help but feel sentimental.

Seeing the Blood Curse about to flare up, the young master didn’t care about himself but was concerned about Miss Song first. It was evident how deep Miss Song’s roots were in the young master’s heart.

Hearing that his son went to art school, Lu Jihan was taken aback.

Oh no, he actually forgot today was the day for his son’s registration.

He couldn’t help but curse under his breath, lifting the bed covers to get out of bed.

"Young Master, where are you going?"

"I’m going to school to see Dabai."

Uncle Rong hurriedly pressed down on his shoulder to keep him from getting up.

"Young Master, given your condition, you shouldn’t go to the school to see young master Dabai. It’s better to take care of yourself at home first."

"I’m fine."

He said, trying to get up again.

Uncle Rong pressed him back to sit.

"Young Master, you mustn’t overdo it. The Blood Curse Poison is the most sinister and vicious. If anything goes wrong, how will I explain it to sir and madam?"

At times like this, Uncle Rong always brought up the deceased Master Lu and madam, which never failed.

His worried gaze shifted over Lu Jihan, "Young Master, tomorrow is the night of the full moon. Have you and Miss Song... discussed it?"

Lu Jihan said nothing, just furrowed his brows, lost in thought.

From his expression, Uncle Rong understood.

It seemed that the young master hadn’t discussed it with Miss Song.

After all, who could believe the matter of the Blood Curse? Who could understand it? Even if they did, there’s no assurance they’d agree to help lift the curse.

Besides, breaking the curse is an extremely dangerous thing; carelessness could endanger the life of the person lifting the curse.

Furthermore, the young master is a proud man; asking for help is not something he can easily say.

Uncle Rong, concerned about his little master, suggested, "Young Master, how about I go talk to Miss Song? Perhaps if I step in, Miss Song would be willing to listen."

"No!" Lu Jihan suddenly became anxious.

Uncle Rong didn’t understand, "Young Master, this kind of thing is nothing serious. I’m afraid if we delay any longer, your health will..."

"Enough, Uncle Rong. I said no, and that’s final!"

Lu Jihan interrupted, his face turning ashen.