CMWKSD -Chapter 135 Standing Up!

Both of them were dressed in green official robes, in keeping with the sense of ceremony.

Excited, Jiu Yue grabbed an iron to try and press Ji Yiqing’s robe—after all, tomorrow was their first day at the office. She wanted to commemorate the first day properly.

But then…

Jiu Yue stared at the glaring hole right in the center of the green robe and swallowed hard. She knew she was clueless about daily life, but she hadn’t realized she could be this clueless.

Ji Yiqing walked in, damp at the ends of his hair from a just-finished bath, and saw Jiu Yue glaring at the robe on the table. His scalp tingled. “It can’t be that bad…” he thought.

Well, closer inspection proved it was that bad.

Luckily, it was only a thumb-sized hole. Ji Yiqing knew he could repair it. But since this was Jiu Yue’s first time attempting something like this, he forced a smile and gently took the iron from her hand.

If the hole had gotten any bigger under Jiu Yue’s handling, there would have been no fixing it.

Jiu Yue put her hands on her hips: “Do you think I’m clumsy?”

With that posture, if Ji Yiqing had dared to nod, she would have twisted his head off.

Instead, Ji Yiqing wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her up effortlessly. Jiu Yue’s legs naturally curled around his strong waist. Her wide eyes, puffed cheeks, and gritted teeth made Ji Yiqing find her irresistibly cute.

“How could you? You’re just inexperienced. Everyone has things they’re not good at. Look at your medical skills—the silver needles, so precise—but I’m not like that. I shake just holding a needle. So why would your inability to iron a robe make you clumsy?”

“Besides, you’re so stunning, like a goddess fallen to earth. If you excelled at everything, what chance would other girls have? Darling, you should at least leave some room for the rest of us!”

Flattery like this from a cultured man was incredibly pleasant to hear.

Jiu Yue was so pleased that she completely forgot about the hole she had made in Ji Yiqing’s robe. She grabbed his face and planted several loud, smacking kisses.

Then she ended up pressed onto the bed by a certain wolf who knew how to savor his gains.

No matter how many sweet words Ji Yiqing spoke, or how much flattery he laid on, in the end, as long as there was some fun to be had, that was enough. In just a few days, this usually blunt man had honed a tongue capable of endless praise. He could turn Jiu Yue into a blooming flower every day, with no repetition.

Only after Jiu Yue fell into a sleepy daze did Ji Yiqing rise and, by the dim light of the oil lamp, carefully begin mending his own robe. He had only tried it on when he first bought it, never worn it properly—yet now he was already repairing it.

He recalled Jiu Yue’s utterly exasperated expression while holding the iron, murmuring about how it could be like this. Ji Yiqing picked up the iron, weighed it in his hand, and wondered how an iron should even look if not like this.

For several days after, Jiu Yue completely lost interest in Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian going to work. Monotonous, repetitive tasks day after day were utterly boring.

Ji Yiqing was assigned to edit historical records, while Ji Chaomian organized case files in the Court of Justice.

Meanwhile, Jiu Yue had bought a new house. She was now well-off and immediately purchased a three-section courtyard mansion, with 20–30 rooms in total.

She had considered buying a five-section mansion since money wasn’t an issue, but those were reserved for people of status. Once again, she cursed the feudal imperial world.

Her plan: urge Ji Yiqing and Ji Chaomian to achieve great accomplishments so she could live in a large house! Not having the money to even buy the house she wanted left Jiu Yue frustrated.

Still, the three-section mansion barely met her expectations. If it ever felt cramped, Shao Qing was ready to buy the neighboring three-section house and move Hu Chunhua and others there—work on one side, live on the other. Not ideal, but doable.

Jiu Yue then secretly visited the Shen family. One can’t resist the opportunity for gains.

“Today, we’ll see if he can stand,” she said, bringing out the support tools that the carpenter had prepared that morning.

Shen Zongsheng was visibly excited. Shen Zongnian had gone to the frontier, and the emperor had allowed him to go after the new year. He had delayed leaving until after Shen Zongsheng’s surgery, and now it was almost impossible to postpone further.

Only Shen Jiangjun, Shen Madam, and a few others would witness Shen Zongsheng’s legs recovering.

Shen Madam, over this period, had regained some spirit thanks to caring for Shen Zongsheng’s legs. She even learned how to massage them. She just wanted to do something for him.

Hearing Jiu Yue say that Shen Zongsheng could try standing, Shen Madam was so excited she knocked a teacup off the table, shattering it.

Jiu Yue glanced up. Shen Madam, tears of joy streaming down her face, dabbed them with a silk handkerchief. “Sorry, Dr. Jiu Yue. I’m just too happy—please forgive me.”

“No worries,” Jiu Yue waved her off. Shen Zongsheng was already fitted with the supportive standing tools.

His legs couldn’t bend, stiff as they were. Jiu Yue had no choice but to use bamboo to support his body temporarily. It was merely auxiliary, and later it would be removed entirely.

Two attendants stood at the bedside, hands ready to catch him at any wobble. Shen Madam stood a step away in front of him, eyes brimming with tears. “Sheng’er…”

Shen Zongsheng exhaled lightly. Though he hadn’t tried to stand yet, cold sweat formed on his forehead and his whole body burned with excitement and energy. His blood raced!

His dark, brooding mood had vanished, replaced by determination and resilience. His gaze was like fire. Meeting it felt like it pierced straight into your heart.

Shen Zongsheng braced his hands on the bed, exerted a bit of force. His knees couldn’t bend properly, but with a sudden effort, he stood up.

Having not stood in so long, he seemed to be taming his own limbs for the first time, astonished at his legs.

Tall and broad, he rose stiffly like a zombie, nearly startling Shen Madam backward.

“He… he’s standing…”

Shen Zongsheng himself hadn’t expected it. The joy of standing made him ignore the pain in his feet, which felt like ant bites. He didn’t care.

As he put weight on his legs, he instinctively wanted to step forward.

Jiu Yue shouted sharply: “Don’t move! I said first stand!”