Thrown out of the house, the wet nurse enters the noble household and becomes a person of high statu

Pei Yaojun did as she asked and extended his hand in front of her.

Liu Wenying tried her best to ignore his burning gaze and the oppressive feeling brought by the cramped space.

The gauze was unwrapped layer by layer, revealing the wound underneath, which had almost healed.

The wound, only an inch long, had been reduced to a thin strip of pink new flesh, winding along the back of the hand with its distinct knuckles.

It doesn't look ferocious at all; instead, it adds a touch of wildness.

But he has clearly recovered very well and does not need any more medication or bandages.

His so-called "changing of medicine" was just an excuse.

Liu Wenying didn't expose her. She dipped her fingertip in the ointment and gently applied it along the scar.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on her profile, softening her taut features.

Pei Yaojun stared at her intently, the faint fragrance emanating from her body mingling with the bitter scent of the ointment, inexplicably warming his heart.

It must be because the weather is too hot that he feels so thirsty.

After the ointment was applied and the bandage was bandaged, Liu Wenying stepped back a few paces, her tone indifferent.

"The medicine has been applied, Third Master, please return."

Her aloof and unapproachable demeanor displeased Pei Yaojun.

He still preferred to see her puffing up and sulking just now; it was so vivid and lively.

It's much better than this stagnant state it is now.

As if by some strange twist of fate, just as Liu Wenying turned to pack her things, Pei Yaojun pulled her back.

Liu Wenying frowned, and without saying a word, he leaned in and pressed his warm lips against hers.

The rebuke was swallowed between their lips and teeth, leaving only the sound of smacking water.

This kiss was different from the previous ones; it was neither tainted by alcohol nor clouded by aphrodisiacs.

He was completely awake.

Liu Wenying's blood froze instantly, and her breathing became disordered under the forceful plunder.

Unlike his previous rudeness, he learned very quickly.

His tongue pried open her tightly closed teeth, entwining itself around her wet, soft flesh.

His almost greedy demands seemed to want to devour her entire being.

The air in her lungs was squeezed out, and the feeling of suffocation made her vision go black. Liu Wenying instinctively resisted.

Pei Yaojun seemed finally satisfied and loosened his grip on her.

As fresh air rushed in, Liu Wenying coughed violently, her cheeks flushing red from lack of oxygen and embarrassment.

She immediately turned to look at the bed, where her daughter was fast asleep, completely unaware of what had just happened.

Thankfully, Luo Luo hasn't woken up yet...

As for the culprit in front of her, Liu Wenying realized what was happening and her anger surged.

"How could you...do that in front of the child, Third Master!"

She scolded him in a low voice.

Pei Yaojun was also stunned, touching his lips with his fingertip as if he had just realized what he had done.

He had actually kissed her just now.

I only wanted to tease her and see how she would get angry and upset.

But when I looked at her gentle appearance as she bent down to take the medicine, her long eyelashes drooped down.

The impulse surged up uncontrollably, and before I knew it, my lips were already pressed against his, deepening the kiss.

He was prepared for her to yell at him and walk away.

What I feared most was that she would treat me with that aloof and respectful attitude again, no different from the other servants, which was incredibly boring.

Fortunately, she was not angry at his inappropriate behavior.

"Third Master! Are you even listening to me?"

In all his years, Pei Yaojun had never been treated so harshly and sternly by a servant.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have been dragged away to be punished long ago.

But when facing Liu Wenying, he couldn't muster any anger at all.

However, given the current situation, if he doesn't say something first, he's afraid he'll be ignored by her for quite some time.

"You seduced me first." He spoke righteously, yet there was a hint of grievance in his voice, as if he had been taken advantage of.

Liu Wenying's eyes widened, forgetting even to refer to herself, "When did I seduce you?"

"Yes, it's you." Pei Yaojun nodded seriously. "It's all your fault for getting too close to me when you were applying the medicine. Your fragrance was wafting into my nose."

Liu Wenying's pretty face turned bright red, not from embarrassment, but from anger.

She finally understood that there was no point in arguing with the Little King of Hell.

If I say anything more, he might just make up some other nonsense about me.

She grabbed the remaining ointment and gauze from the table and shoved them into his arms, pushing against his chest.

"This servant's place is too small to accommodate such a great figure as Third Master. Please leave as soon as possible."

Pei Yaojun knew when to stop, realizing he couldn't tease her any further today lest he provoke her.

He gave her a roguish smile, then turned and swaggered away.

Liu Wenying closed the door, and the room finally returned to its original tranquility.

What kind of mess is this?

One by one, they wouldn't let her have any peace.

She propped herself up, her body weak, and walked to the bedside. Looking at her daughter's peaceful sleeping face, the tangled mess in her heart seemed to be slightly soothed by the warmth.

Just then, Luo Luo woke up groggily and, seeing her mother, immediately stretched out her little arms and softly murmured, "Mother... hug..."

Liu Wenying's heart softened, and she bent down to pick up her daughter, feeling her wholehearted dependence.

Only at this moment did she feel much lighter.

I hope things will be calmer in the days to come.

Let's stop causing trouble.

In midsummer, the sky is clear and the garden is lush with vegetation and flowers are in full bloom.

Wen Jingshu rarely had free time, so she personally took Ye'er for a stroll to relax, surrounded by maids and servants.

Wearing a brand-new red silk shirt and a small gold lock, Ye'er took her first steps with her mother's gentle support.

The sun shines warmly, and the shadows of flowers carpet the ground, creating a harmonious and joyful atmosphere in the garden.

As the group walked to the outside of the pavilion, a maid dressed in a worn-out dress suddenly rushed out from the side.

She knelt down in front of Wen Jingshu with a thud, blocking her way.

"Please, Madam, have mercy! Don't send me away! I truly know I was wrong!"

The cries were shrill and urgent. Everyone looked closely and realized that it was Zhao, the wet nurse, who had made a grave mistake by failing to take good care of the young master.

Recently, after Nanny Liu recovered, the First Madam no longer needed her, and during the day, she arranged for three or four maids to look after the young master.

Wen Jingshu's smile faded, and she hugged Ye'er tightly.

Zizhu stepped in front of her master and said sternly, "How dare you! You've disturbed the Madam and the young master. Can you take responsibility for that?"

Zhao, the wet nurse, went all out, banging her head against the ground repeatedly, leaving her forehead covered in bruises and tears streaming down her face.

"Madam! My family is truly destitute. My elderly mother is bedridden, and my children are crying for food. My husband has no proper work, and the whole family depends on my monthly salary to survive!"

"Please, Madam, have mercy on me! I beg you, Madam, have mercy on me, for I have done my best to care for the young master all these years and have tried to atone for my sins!"

She wept bitterly, recounting her family's dire straits in an attempt to move Wen Jingshu with her sorrow.

"Atone for your sins with good deeds? Zhao, you only have sins, how can you talk about good deeds?"

Wen Jingshu's voice was calm, but her gaze was sharp. "I did not punish you severely immediately, which is already out of consideration for the fact that you were injured by the carriage while searching for Ye'er, and I have given you some dignity."

Zizhu, standing to the side, also said coldly, "The First Madam is kind; sparing you from punishment is already a great favor! And you, instead of repenting, are pushing your luck, trying to stay in the manor?"

"Nanny Zhao, you're so ungrateful!"

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