TFWYH – Chapter 114 What’s wrong with being fat?

“Uh… sure, of course!” Doctor Li chuckled and handed Tang Wan a calming incense stick. “At this hour, it helps stabilize the qi and calm the mind.”

“Oh!” Tang Wan took it and lit it.

Ling Yu observed their interaction. Smelling the familiar fragrance, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. “Doctor Li, you took my wife as your disciple? Since when?”

Doctor Li laughed cheerfully. “It’s been a long time. Wan is exceptionally sharp and gifted in medicine. I took her as my apprentice when she was seven.”

“I see!” Ling Yu responded with a smile, though his eyes narrowed slightly. “A fake cleverness, really troubling for you, Doctor Li.”

The lie was so clumsy; it must have been exhausting for him to match her sharp wit.

Doctor Li’s smile gradually became awkward. Why did he feel like Ling Yu was mocking him? Had he not acted well enough?

Fortunately, Ling Yu didn’t continue the topic and instead chatted casually with Doctor Li.

The calming incense soon took effect, and Ling Yu grew drowsy, his voice fading until he finally fell asleep.

Doctor Li wiped his sweat and looked at Tang Wan helplessly. “I think he knows.”

“No way!” Tang Wan declared confidently. “I acted so well!”

Doctor Li: …

Yeah, right! I can already see the plot holes. Do you think your husband, who sleeps beside you every day, wouldn’t notice?

“Move aside!” Tang Wan pushed Doctor Li lightly. “Did you bring the tools?”

“I did!” Doctor Li opened his medical kit and took out needles and sheep gut thread. “What should I do next?”

“Watch and wipe my sweat!” Tang Wan said, then began disinfecting her surgical knife.

She didn’t notice that Ling Yu, still unconscious, twitched his long eyelashes before settling back into calmness.

Madam Jiang held little Ling Chen at the doorway, occasionally glancing toward the tightly shut room, her face full of worry.

Ling Chen gently smoothed her furrowed brows. “Big brother will be fine, Mother. Don’t worry!”

“Mm!” Madam Jiang forced a smile, but her worry didn’t lessen at all.

Not only her—Ling Yue, far away in town, was also very anxious, wishing she could immediately close the shop and rush home.

But she couldn’t leave!

After finishing selling the pig offal, just as she was about to close the shop, an unexpected visitor arrived.

Ling Yue stared at the man in front of her, stunned for a full five seconds before she reacted: “Young Master Yu, what are you doing here?”

Yu Ziqing fanned himself, thinking he looked charming and debonair.

But Ling Yue, having seen her own brother’s handsome face so often, could only describe him in two words: pretentious show-off!

Yu Ziqing didn’t realize he looked ridiculous. He glanced around the shop and finally asked Ling Yue, “Is Wan not here?”

Ling Yue smiled, but her words carried subtle meaning: “My sister-in-law is at home taking care of my brother. She usually doesn’t come to the shop. Young Master Yu, if you have business, you can tell me. I manage the family business; my sister-in-law doesn’t handle these matters.”

A flicker of disappointment crossed Yu Ziqing’s eyes, and he stopped fanning himself.

But soon he recovered and glared at Ling Yue, speaking with a hint of irritation: “You little girl, really. What kind of beauties haven’t I seen? Are you jealous of your plump sister-in-law?”

Ling Yue smiled sweetly, but inwardly thought, What’s wrong with plump? Did she eat your rice? Drink your honey? My sister-in-law is well-fed because my brother takes care of her. None of your business, you pretentious fool.

Yu Ziqing had no idea about her inner thoughts. With Tang Wan absent, Ling Yue had no one to bicker with, so she got straight to the point:

“Send me another 300 jars of your bean paste, and also this…”