TSWRLM -Chapter 88 Guess If I Dare Hit You

Lady Liang used only the finest medicines for Mo Yunwan.

After about half a month of bed rest, Mo Yunwan was finally able to get up and walk.

Without hesitation, she immediately took a carriage to the courier station to find Shen Qingyuan.

Unfortunately, she arrived at an inconvenient time—Shen Qingyuan had gone out, and only Chun Xi was at the station.

Chun Xi had just finished washing and hanging up the clothes Shen Qingyuan had changed yesterday, and upon returning to the room, she saw Mo Yunwan sitting on the bed.

“Young Madam, you… you can walk now?”

Chun Xi was a little surprised by Mo Yunwan’s recovery. Mo Yunwan, in turn, studied her from head to toe.

In her memory, Shen Qingyuan’s attendants included only Qing Shu; she had never heard of anyone named Cao Er.

Yet now, Qing Shu remained at the Liang residence, while this Cao Er had returned to the courier station to take care of Shen Lang’s daily life—and she seemed to be trusted even more than Qing Shu.

“Ahem.”

Mo Yunwan lightly covered her lips and coughed twice before speaking: “I remember you followed me to the Liang residence that day. How come you’re back with Shen Lang? Isn’t there anyone else who can take care of him?”

With so many hands provided by the Crown Prince, she had no need to spy at the Liang residence. Naturally, she would want to stay by Shen Lang’s side to help.

But she couldn’t say all that. Chun Xi smiled and replied: “Returning to Young Madam, the others are all official personnel. Master Shen is a man who strictly separates public and private affairs. Since Big Brother Qing Shu is guarding you at the Liang residence, it falls to me to take care of Master.”

In truth, Chun Xi didn’t really do much care-taking. Meals were provided at the station, and during the day Shen Qingyuan was busy. She spent her time wandering the city, tasting Xuzhou’s delicacies.

Chun Xi’s answer was in line with Shen Qingyuan’s usual manner, so Mo Yunwan did not suspect anything. She looked carefully around the room and asked, “I see your clothes are hanging here too. Do you live with Shen Lang?”

Not only were Chun Xi’s clothes in the room, but her shoes were placed together with Shen Qingyuan’s. The bed had two pillows but only one blanket.

Even though Chun Xi was now dressed as a man, Mo Yunwan felt uneasy.

Shen Lang was distant by nature, disliking intimacy. In the past, whenever she was brought to the Marquis’ residence by her aunt, Shen Lang had been cold and indifferent. If not for that, she wouldn’t have been deceived by that sly actor.

But now, how could Shen Lang sleep on the same bed as a servant?

Frowning at the thought, Mo Yunwan’s attendant Zhang Pozi immediately scolded Chun Xi: “Respect your betters! Even if Master Shen is kind to his servants, you must know your place. How can you sleep in Master Shen’s bed?”

As she spoke, Zhang Pozi began throwing Chun Xi’s belongings onto the floor, strutting haughtily: “My lady was worried Madam Shen wouldn’t be comfortable staying here, so she had a new bed and various items sent. Don’t just stand there dumbfounded—move everything out and rearrange the room properly.”

Chun Xi remained standing still. At that moment, a voice full of surprise rang out: “Sister-in-law! You’re really alive!”

With that, Shen Qingyu pushed past Chun Xi and rushed to Mo Yunwan’s side.

“Third brother?” Mo Yunwan’s expression showed joy and frailty, then softened with emotion:

“I’ve been missing for so long, and Shen Lang now avoids me, yet you still recognize me as your eldest sister-in-law.”

Today, Mo Yunwan wore a simple blue dress, her black hair pinned up with a wooden hairpin. Her eyebrows were arched, her face free of makeup, like a small white flower touched by morning dew—adorably delicate.

Shen Qingyu thought his sister-in-law was far more beautiful than in memory and quickly said: “You went through all that trouble for Big Brother, so he owes you. Now, after surviving hardships and proving your innocence, the entire Marquis’ residence acknowledges you as the true Young Madam.”

Shen Qingyu spoke decisively, as if in his memory, his elder brother had never remarried.

Mo Yunwan, touched, asked gently about Madam Mo’s health and about Shen Qingyue and Shen Qingchi. Shen Qingyu answered everything truthfully.

Seeing the uncle and sister-in-law chatting happily, Zhang Pozi frowned at Chun Xi: “Why aren’t you working? What are you standing there for?”

Prompted, Shen Qingyu noticed someone else in the room.

When he saw Chun Xi’s face, his own stiffened.

He remembered vividly the fight Chun Xi had with Xiao Qingyue. Seeing Zhang Pozi ordering Chun Xi around, he couldn’t help but ask Mo Yunwan: “Sister-in-law, do you know who she is?”

Mo Yunwan nodded: “I know. She’s Master’s newly promoted personal attendant, Cao Er.”

Shen Qingyu’s eyes widened slightly: “Big Brother introduced her to you like that?”

At the Marquis’ residence, his elder brother had protected this woman. How come now he didn’t even admit her identity?

Mo Yunwan had seen Shen Qingyuan only a handful of times recently. She barely had time to speak with him, let alone care about Cao Er’s background.

Moreover, a personal attendant hardly warranted an introduction from Shen Qingyuan.

Mo Yunwan, irritated by Shen Qingyu’s repeated questioning, didn’t answer, saying instead: “These are trivial matters. Third brother, tell me about Big Brother. After all these years, he hasn’t remarried—does he have any confidantes?”

Hearing that Shen Qingyuan had not remarried, Shen Qingyu was first surprised, then relieved and pleased.

Of course! Cao Chun Xi was an unworthy shrew; Big Brother could never like a woman like her. Now that the real sister-in-law had returned, the contrast was stark. As long as Big Brother had any sense, he would choose her as his wife.

Cao Chun Xi had fallen out of favor.

Thinking of the slap he had once received from her, Shen Qingyu gritted his teeth and secretly clenched his hand.

A gentleman’s revenge is never too late.

Today, he would teach Cao Chun Xi a proper lesson!

With that thought, Shen Qingyu rushed toward Chun Xi, swinging his hand hard at her face. However, before his hand could touch her, he was kicked flying.

His body soared briefly, then crashed heavily to the ground—unluckily landing on a bench.

Shen Qingyu felt as if his internal organs had shifted violently, curling up in pain and screaming.

What? Was this Cao Chun Xi a cow? How could she be so strong?

And how did she know he was about to hit her?

Chun Xi, of course, didn’t know Shen Qingyu was going to strike her, but he had just finished hearing Mo Yunwan speak. The sly grin on his face had irritated her.

So she decided to fulfill her duty as elder sister-in-law: teach this younger brother a lesson, so that next time he wouldn’t show such expressions and get beaten again.

The attack happened so quickly that Zhang Pozi only reacted after Shen Qingyu cried out, pointing and shouting: “You shameless thing! How dare you hit the Marquis’ second young master?!”

Chun Xi looked at Zhang Pozi’s hand almost poking her face and calmly replied with a sly smile: “I can even hit him—guess if I dare hit you?”

Zhang Pozi: “……”