Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 203 Yan Wang’s Secret

Chapter 203: 203 Yan Wang’s Secret

Chu Fengteng examined her seriously for quite some time before gently withdrawing his hand.

"Brother Fengteng, how is my mom?" Jun Yan asked with concern.

Mom?!

Xiao Yi thought he had heard wrong: "Young Master Yan, what did you just say?"

Jun Yan was just wishing he had someone to show off to! He struck a proud pose, hands on his hips: "Uncle Xiao, let me introduce her, this is my mom! We just recognized each other today!"

His little face broke into an incredibly adorable smile, a stark contrast to the aloofness he usually displayed at the Jun Residence, almost as if he had become a different person.

Xiao Yi was dumbfounded...

Wait, have things progressed this fast?!

He remembered that the last time they met, Young Master Yan was still pining to marry Miss Yan!

Even if you’ve taken on a godmother... aren’t you switching to calling her mom a bit too quickly?!

Did he miss some big juicy gossip?!

Damn! If only he had come to the Yan Family home earlier!!!

People who love gossip can’t accept this!

Unlike Xiao Yi’s shock, Chu Fengteng was very calm: "Little Brother Yan, don’t worry, Aunt Xiaoxing is fine."

"But I think mom is too thin! She’s been eating for so long and hasn’t gained weight..." Jun Yan sighed.

Chu Fengteng reached out and patted his shoulder: "She used to be in the entertainment industry and excessively dieted to maintain her figure, resulting in a disharmony of the spleen and stomach... Fortunately, it hasn’t affected her fundamentally. I’ll prescribe two sets of medicine for recuperation, and she should be fine."

Knowing that the person was not Aunt Xiaoxing, he did not even use the title when he said this.

Yan Wang heard this and clenched his small fist unconsciously, his disgust for the imposter growing even deeper!

He struggled to control his emotions, barely managing to ask, "How long will she need to take the medicine?"

"About two months," Chu Fengteng calculated the dosage, "Traditional Chinese medicine is about nourishment, unlike Western medicine which can have immediate effect with an injection. Moreover, I can make the herbs into pills. Aunt Xiaoxing won’t have to drink the bitter traditional Chinese medicine; she just needs to take one pill after breakfast every day."

Jun Yan nodded obediently: "I’ll remember to remind mom to take her medicine."

Yan Yueqing impartially disliked every kind of medicine, but seeing her two sons so concerned about her, she still nodded and said, "Okay~"

Actually, the state of her health was a minor matter; the health of her treasures was the most important thing, alright?!

Western medicine couldn’t provide a cure; for now, they could only pin their hopes on Old National Master Bai, as Fengteng mentioned.

Suddenly, Yan Yueqing thought of something and called out to the system, "System, can you detect exactly what disease my son has? Are there any medicinal treatments available for exchange in the store?!"

The system humphed, "What do you think I am, Myriad Worlds Trade Center?!"

It seems there’s none...

Yan Yueqing consoled herself: "No matter, with medical science so advanced nowadays, there’s always a chance to cure my treasure!"

The system stayed quiet.

The little master has never actually been ill, after all...

But, if even the dispersing Soul Fragments of Su Zihu could be caught by her, perhaps this world held other unknown surprises?

Not daring to speak in absolutes, the system intoned slowly and mysteriously, "The opportune moment has not yet come."

The opportune moment has not yet come?! Yan Yueqing mulled over the words like those of a little oracle, her gaze becoming somewhat distant...

Yan Wang reached out and tugged on her sleeve: "Mom, what are you thinking about?"

Yan Yueqing’s thoughts were interrupted, and she looked at her son with gentle eyes: "Nothing much, mom is just thinking about how we should welcome Grandpa Bai when he comes."

"Grandpa Bai is free-spirited and easy-going," Chu Fengteng seemed to see through her worries, reassuring her gently, "Aunt Xiaoxing needn’t go to too much trouble."

"That’s good then," Yan Yueqing nodded.

Yan Wang looked at his mother’s lingering furrowed brow and roughly guessed what was on her mind, "Mom, don’t worry, I have an idea."

He was born with memories, had seen his mother cradling him with affection, and had also seen the disdain and disgust in the eyes of an imposter; he had heard Great-grandfather’s gentle sigh beside his cradle and knew that a younger brother had been secretly taken to their biological father...

At four years old, he had met someone.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and appeared refined yet carried an air of pressure.

He told him many things and taught him a lot.

Yan Wang finally understood why his mother had changed so much? Why Great-grandfather dared not take him back home?

In the end... the man spoke slowly, "You’re extremely intelligent and naturally understand where I come from. Originally, I could have taken action directly, but I still waited for you to grow up before coming to see you, to ask for your opinion..."

Yan Wang nodded, "I don’t know what you want to do, but as long as it can bring mom back, I agree."

So, as an exchange, he truly became ill.

The night he called the imposter, that person took away a part of his Soul Fragment...

Only by igniting a perpetual Soul Lamp in the flow of time with a fragment from a blood relative, could she be guided back to this world correctly and without error.

Yan Wang knew, that person was himself.

It was the him who was in his thirties, the him who had never met his mother.

It was the him who, carrying pain and longing, was striving to bring her back.

Her return hadn’t been the effort of just one person...

Yan Wang knew that talking about such matters would make his mother feel incredibly guilty.

If uninformed Spewers came to know, they would even say: Ah, ah, ah, Yan Yueqing only knows how to indulge in pleasures, her happiness is all traded by her husband and son.

But what of it? This was always their humble wish!

Indeed, he was weak and sickly as a child and spent several years recuperating in hospitals, slowly getting better. After that incident, however, he became completely frail.

But, he had never regretted it!

If he was sick, then be it; if there was a chance to heal, then he would heal; if not, it was no big deal.

Yan Wang looked up, reassuring his mother, "Really, it’s nothing."

He was very confident, after all, that person was himself; even if an equivalent exchange had been made, he wouldn’t take his own life.

As long as his life wasn’t at risk, what else mattered?

Yan Yueqing looked at her unusually mature son, feeling indescribable pain...

She stretched out her hand, pulling her little son into her embrace, "As long as it can make you better, mom is willing to do anything—"

"Mom." Yan Wang quickly interrupted her.

Such vows must not be made lightly!

He reached out, touched Yan Yueqing’s face, the tenderness within reach.

After a moment of hesitation, he spoke with a soft, childlike voice, "Mom... I will get better. Don’t worry."

Yan Yueqing knew all too well that her son was comforting her. Her heart ached, and she hugged her treasure even tighter, "Alright, mom believes you will get better very quickly!"

Jun Yan watched this affectionate scene between mother and son, inexplicably feeling heartache.

After a while, he finally said, "Mom, don’t worry, there are so many doctors in the world, I’ll have Dad invite all the good doctors here, I don’t believe they won’t be able to heal Brother."

Chu Fengteng also said, "The old masters of Chinese medicine are very powerful. Aunt Xiaoxing, don’t worry too much about an uncertain future."

Yan Yueqing nodded, "Okay, good!"

Suddenly a sweet and sticky voice came from the door, "Godmother, godmother, I’m here~~~"

Yan Yueqing quickly composed her forlorn emotions.