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

Pressed for answers by his friends, Pei Zeyu held his teacup, his ears turning slightly red.

"Not long ago, she suddenly fainted. I happened to be nearby and reached out to help her. In my haste, I accidentally touched her..."

He didn't say the rest, but Gu Zijing already understood.

"You touched it, and then what? How did you feel?"

Pei Zeyu closed his eyes and recalled.

The sensation was so vivid, so hot, like a brand suddenly and unexpectedly imprinted on the palm.

Soft, warm, with a heart-pounding undulation.

At first, he was flustered and confused, and only attributed the unfamiliar physical reaction to the hot weather.

But after calming down, I realized it wasn't that simple.

That brief contact seeped silently into his bloodstream, and before he even realized it, it had already ignited a spark.

"Strangely enough, I don't feel disgusted or repulsed when I'm around her."

Gu Zijin suddenly realized, "That makes sense. You're a clean freak. You find it annoying if others touch your skin or even get too close."

Only through accidental contact can one get within three feet of him.

"But apart from your grandmother, who in or outside the mansion could get even a little bit close to you without getting tired of you? That person must be different."

As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Zijing became even more curious and hurriedly asked more questions.

"Tell me quickly, who is that person? From the manor? Or from outside?"

He wanted to see who was so capable of breaking his long-standing rules.

Pei Zeyu glanced at him, avoiding the topic.

"Never mind who she is, I only want to ask you, is there any hope for my illness?"

Gu Zijin sat up straight, her tone reasonable.

"What you have has never been a real physical illness, but rather a mental illness that is difficult to cure with medicine. It's not that it's truly incurable."

"Could my mental illness be so severe? It has plagued me for decades."

Over the years, he has sought out renowned doctors, all of whom said that his body and bones were fine, yet he has never been able to recover.

"Why not? Have you ever heard of depression?"

"Emotional distress can cause people to lose their appetite, become emaciated, and even lose the will to live."

There's also fear and trepidation; once bitten by a snake, one is afraid of a rope for ten years, and even the slightest sound at night can terrify them.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Your situation is not exactly the same as theirs, but it is also caused by a knot in your heart."

The hardships of his childhood caused him to shut himself off, like being wrapped in a cocoon, without light or air, so naturally he couldn't produce anything.

Gu Zijin changed the subject and offered a suggestion: "Your ability to not dislike that person, and even to the point of being averse to him, is the key to your breakthrough."

To fully recover and return to a normal life, try spending more time with her.

Spend more time with her.

That clean-cut face and clear eyes reappeared in his mind.

And that slender waist that he held in his arms.

Like seeds falling into frozen soil, they silently begin to sprout and grow.

Seeing that he was deep in thought with his eyes down, Gu Zijin knew that his words had taken to heart, so she said no more.

He stood up and stretched. "Alright, I've said everything I needed to say. Figure it out yourself."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"etc."

Gu Zijing turned around: "Is there anything else?"

"The person can leave, but the medicine will remain."

"I thought you had found hope of recovery and didn't even need your medicine anymore."

Gu Zijing took out a medicine bottle from her bosom. "I've come all this way back from out of town, I can't let it all be for nothing. Second Master Pei, could you please settle the travel expenses?"

Pei Zeyu picked up the heavy purse beside him, flicked his wrist, and threw it at him.

Gu Zijing caught it, weighed it in her hand, and beamed with joy.

"Luckily I caught it accurately, otherwise you would have knocked me unconscious."

He opened his purse and found it full of gold ingots.

Having obtained the gold ingot, Gu Zijing was not greedy, but the medicine was not easy to obtain and was priceless.

He placed the medicine bottle on the table and gave his instructions.

"As always, remember to light incense before using the Dream Powder."

Pei Zeyu casually tucked the porcelain vase into his sleeve pocket, his movements revealing no particular fondness for it.

It was as if it wasn't some priceless elixir, but just an ordinary object.

Gu Zijing felt a pang of heartache at the sight and couldn't help but add another comment.

"Use it sparingly! That medicine is getting harder and harder to get these days."

The raw materials went wrong, and the production staff also ran into trouble. It took me a tremendous amount of effort to acquire this little bit.

"Understood."

"It's good that you know."

He stopped in his tracks and said earnestly, "In the end, relying on medicine all the time isn't a long-term solution. The fact that you're responding to that woman is a sign of recovery. Why not try what's called 'the ultimate pleasure'?"

Pei Zeyu raised his eyes and gave him a cold glance: "Shut up."

Gu Zijing raised her hand helplessly and said, "Fine, fine, I won't say anything more."

But he couldn't help but mutter, "I've always been curious, even if you don't take the Dream Powder, the incense still contains ingredients that enhance arousal."

Even others would be tempted by such a smell, yet you remain completely unmoved?

"Indeed, there was nothing." Pei Zeyu thought back carefully, "The incense burned out, it only had a calming effect, nothing else... there was no other reaction."

Gu Zijin sighed.

As a close friend of many years, he naturally knew the root cause of Pei Zeyu's illness.

Unless it is an extremely potent and harmful drug.

Otherwise, ordinary entertainment items would be no different from plain water to Pei Zeyu.

But such potent medicines damage one's very health with each use, and long-term use is tantamount to shortening one's lifespan.

Gu Zijin clicked her tongue. "I think there's no woman in the world as pitiful as Madam Lin. Married for years, she can only dream of consummating her marriage."

"Are you leaving or not?" Pei Zeyu urged in a deep voice, his tone sharp and laced with tension.

Gu Zijing cupped her hands around her heart, adopting the delicate posture of Xi Shi.

"Tsk tsk, use it and then throw it away, it's really heartbreaking."

Seeing the other person's gaze sweep over him, he quickly raised his sleeve to cover his face, slipped away as fast as a rabbit, and ran out the door.

The door opened, and the sunlight poured in, spilling over the desk and falling on Pei Zeyu.

He remained seated at the tea table, his moon-white silk robe bathed in light, making him appear as beautiful as a lustrous glass sculpture.

However, upon closer inspection, the glass reveals fine cracks hidden within its patterns, giving it a cold and desolate feel.

Pei Zeyu picked up the bottle of Qimeng San (a type of Chinese herbal medicine), the porcelain bottle was slightly cool, and it felt rough against his palm.

If it weren't for my grandmother urging me every day to hold my great-grandchild.

If it weren't for the fact that Ms. Lin has been arguing with him frequently about this matter lately...

He wouldn't rush to send a letter to Gu Zijing to return to the capital and go to great lengths to obtain the medicine.

With the Dream Powder in hand, the Lin family should behave themselves.

But Gu Zijin's words from just now kept echoing in his ears.

Should I spend more time with her?

Sunlight fell on his eyelashes, casting a soft shadow.

Mingxi Hall, early morning.

Liu Wenying brought the freshly brewed tea into the inner room, picked up the teapot that hadn't been finished and had cooled down, and was about to go downstairs to replace it.

Having done everything, she stood with her head bowed under the eaves, waiting for Granny Wu to help the old lady get up.

"Sister, you seem to be in a much better mood lately?"

Ling'er leaned closer and whispered to her.

"Yeah?"

How could she be completely unaware?

"Of course!" Ling'er nodded vigorously. "After the downpour that night, although you went to work as usual, you seemed downcast, as if you had something on your mind. Today, your brows have relaxed."

The young girl, full of curiosity, eagerly pressed, "Tell me quickly, what was it that made you worried before?"

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