TSWRLM -Chapter 164 He’er, What Do You Take Me For?

Entering the clinic, Chun Xi first inquired with a clerk and confirmed that the patient being seen was Xiao Qinghe. She immediately said, “I have the same concern as that lady just now. Could the doctor examine me as well?”

The clerk glanced at Chun Xi oddly and led her to a room in the back of the clinic.

Inside, an elderly man with silver hair and a long white beard sat upright. The clerk whispered Chun Xi’s situation to him. The old man examined her pulse, then frowned: “Madam, your pulse is strong, your qi and blood abundant, and you are still young. There should be no issue with infertility. Have your husband come and take a look at home.”

Infertility?

Wei Lingze had actually brought his eldest niece here for this kind of issue.

Chun Xi was both shocked and angry. She quickly asked, “Was the lady just now’s health compromised in any way?”

Chun Xi’s concern wasn’t for herself but for someone else. The doctor’s face darkened in suspicion. “Madam, are you here for treatment or to pry into someone else’s private matters?”

Patients coming for treatment didn’t want their conditions publicized. Both the doctor and the clerk were discreet.

Chun Xi hurriedly clarified: “Of course I’m here for treatment. My husband is much older than me. With the recent death in the family, and the need to observe three years of mourning, I worry that when he is older, it may be blamed on me if we cannot have children. I came to see if there are any remedies to help him maintain his health for conceiving.”

The doctor’s expression softened. While writing a prescription, he said: “This matter concerns a man’s dignity. I will prescribe medicinal dishes for you. Madam, prepare them daily for your husband. Even when he is over fifty after three years, he will still be able to conceive a child.”

“Thank you, Doctor. You are truly my lifesaver!”

Chun Xi expressed her gratitude and paid the consultation fee. She also gave some silver to the clerk as a tip. Seeing she was a genuine patient and generous, the clerk revealed more.

Xiao Qinghe and Wei Lingze’s bodies were both fine. They technically didn’t need medicine, yet Wei Lingze still requested the doctor to prescribe a lot of remedies for women’s fertility.

Scoundrel!

Chun Xi cursed in her mind as she took the prescribed medicine to a shop.

Meanwhile, in the carriage, Xiao Qinghe slapped Wei Lingze.

“Wei Lingze, you bastard!”

She struck with full force. Her palm ached and tingled, but Wei Lingze didn’t even flinch.

“The doctor here specializes in treating women’s infertility. I only brought you because I’m concerned for your health. Madam, remember to take the medicine on time. If it doesn’t work, I’ll find a better method for you.”

Since returning from Yunshan Temple, Wei Lingze had been trying to mend his relationship with Xiao Qinghe, but no matter what he did, she refused to share a room with him.

Xiao Qinghe had thought he would give up, but instead he brought her to see the doctor.

The doctor had already said her body was fine, yet Wei Lingze still had prescriptions made. This was clearly an attempt to force her submission.

Her heart chilled. She stopped showing him any courtesy and said coldly: “My child is already dead. If you desperately need an heir, take a concubine. The child will be under my name, and I will raise him carefully.”

Hearing this, Wei Lingze’s face darkened. He pressed closer, pinning her against the carriage wall. “I’ve admitted my mistakes and softened my stance. He’er, how long are you going to make a scene?”

It was always like this.

Although he verbally apologized, his posture exuded arrogance, as if a mere gesture of appeasement deserved her gratitude.

Xiao Qinghe finally understood why even the three-year cohabiting younger aunt had not been swayed by him. Wei Lingze, despite any misfortune, was born into status and looked down on others.

Who would respect someone who constantly towered over them?

“I’m not making a scene,” Xiao Qinghe said calmly. “I am serious. When we return, I will ask Mother to select a suitable concubine for you.”

She turned her head, refusing to face him further.

Though physically weaker than Chun Xi, she showed the same stubborn strength now.

Wei Lingze’s anger surged. He reached for her neck. “If you speak of concubines, we shall have concubines. He’er, what do you take me for—a tool to give you children?”

Clenching his large hand, he restricted her breathing. Xiao Qinghe struggled to pry his hand away but was far too weak.

Fear gripped her. She pulled off a hairpin and slashed the back of his hand.

Pain snapped Wei Lingze back to reason. He released her immediately. Xiao Qinghe collapsed to the ground, coughing violently.

“He’er…”

His voice softened as if to comfort her. But Xiao Qinghe, terrified, scrambled out of the carriage. “Stop! I’m getting out!”

Xingzhou hurriedly stopped the carriage. Before it came to a full halt, Xiao Qinghe jumped down.

“Madam!”

Xingzhou called in alarm.

Xiao Qinghe fell hard, her right ankle stabbing with pain. Tears welled up instantly, but she forced herself to stand and limped forward.

Wei Lingze got down, frowning, and chased her in long strides.

Just as he was about to catch up, someone collided with him. A sweet, cloying fragrance of cosmetics coated him, making him frown in annoyance. The other person said: “Young Master Wei, why aren’t you watching where you’re going? This ‘Soul-Stealing Incense’ is valuable!”

The voice was refined, familiar. Wei Lingze turned and saw Lanshu’s delicate, mischievous face.

It was the Wuyou Pavilion again.

Wei Lingze gritted his teeth, unwilling to deal with Lanshu, and tried to pass, intent on finding Xiao Qinghe. But Lanshu continued: “Young Master Wei, this Soul-Stealing Incense is specially prepared for distinguished guests. Just a whiff can make one ecstatic. You’re covered in it. If you don’t go to Huichuntang immediately for treatment, you may burst!”

Wei Lingze froze, turning a murderous glare toward Lanshu. “Do you want to die?”

Lanshu remained unafraid and replied loudly: “Young Master Wei, you come from a noble family. You ran into me, not the other way around. I’m just warning you kindly. Why shift the blame?”

Their faces were both striking. Passersby stopped to watch. Wei Lingze, despite his noble aura, looked menacing; Lanshu appeared innocent and refined. The crowd instinctively sympathized with Lanshu.

The incense was potent. Wei Lingze felt his body heating up. He gave up chasing Xiao Qinghe and returned to the carriage, instructing Xingzhou to head to Huichuntang.

Meanwhile, Xiao Qinghe, panicked, accidentally stepped on her dress and nearly fell. Someone grabbed her arm from behind.

Thinking it was Wei Lingze catching up, she swung and slapped again. “Bastard! Don’t touch me!”

The sharp slap landed. Through blurry tears, she saw Xiao Yecheng’s face.

Her anger instantly turned to guilt and panic.

She had slapped the wrong person.