Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 584 - 568 Guests in the Garden (2)

Chapter 584: 568 Guests in the Garden (2)

The manor is vast, with many rooms in the villa.

Housekeeper Mi, following Yan Yueqing’s instructions, had prepared several rooms that the children would like in advance.

However, Yan Yueqing did not enforce any particular room assignment, letting the kids choose for themselves.

Tang Tang chose a room on the second floor near the elevator, and Jun Yan selected the one next to hers.

It was assumed that Wang Bao and Yan Bao wouldn’t want to be separated, but to everyone’s surprise, when Ji Li chose the room at the end of the corridor, Yan Wang suddenly spoke up, expressing his desire for that room.

"Sorry, Little Leh, I need to do the homework my master has assigned recently, which requires a room against the mountain to observe astronomical conditions."

Ji Li was stunned for a moment, swiftly nod with embarrassment, his face flushing as he said he would choose another room.

With an air of familiarity, Jun Yan stepped forward and took his hand: "Little Leh, my brother will be busy with his studies and won’t play with me at night! Can you live next to me? If I can’t sleep, can I come to play with you?"

Ji Li didn’t like Yan Yueqing, but he didn’t have any animosity towards her two children.

Even today, upon his arrival, the warmth and grace of the kids made him involuntarily want to get closer.

Seduced by Jun Yan’s coquettishness, Ji Li immediately agreed.

Hearing that Yan Wang wanted to observe the stars, Housekeeper Mi immediately had an astronomical telescope delivered urgently. Tang Tang and Jun Yan had seen telescopes in the villa at the Magic Capital and lost interest after playing with them for a while.

On the contrary, Ji Li, seeing such a device for the first time, approached cautiously, afraid of damaging it.

Yan Wang was very patient, teaching Ji Li bit by bit how to use it, and once he had fully learned, he looked through the small eyepiece to see the countless constellations in the sky, so astonished he couldn’t speak.

It wasn’t until Yan Wang promised to continue teaching him star observation the next day that Ji Li left reluctantly.

Sitting back on his bed, the small boy had not an ounce of sleepiness.

This room was against the mountain covered with Moon Dust Grass; pulling back the curtains of the french window revealed an incomparable beautiful landscape.

He sat quietly on the bed, gazing at the distant mountain peak, as if waiting for something?

The night deepened.

Tonight’s moon was a bit bright, hanging silently in the sky, emitting a soft glow.

In the distance, there seemed to be a shooting star flashing past.

Yan Wang furrowed his brow.

It was as if he heard some sound next to his ear!

Suddenly, he focused his gaze back on the hillside behind the manor.

There - rustle of movement suggested the figure of a man.

Yan Wang stood up, pursed his lips as he approached the french window, picked up the small telescope on the table, and observed the dark shadow.

Not sure what he saw, he suddenly opened the cabinet, took out the first aid kit prepared by Grandpa Mi for each room, and quietly descended the stairs.

The villa was quiet.

The entire manor seemed asleep, with no light except for the perimeter lighting.

Yan Wang, his heart pounding but his steps not pausing for a second, ran from the side door to the back of the mountain almost in one breath.

A man in a black trench coat was lying on the ground, his expression pained.

His right hand looked as if it had been burnt, its flesh split and torn, a terrifying sight.

Yan Wang paused for only a second before approaching to dress the wound with a medicine pack.

"Don’t..." The man, under his gold-rimmed glasses, endured pain as he spoke intermittently, "Use Star Flower..."

"Star Flower?"

He pointed to the expanse of Moon Dust Grass with his uninjured hand: "This... this..."

His voice was faint.

"Crush it, apply it... to the hand..."

The blue flowers of the Moon Dust Grass were very beautiful; a light pinch would release a frenzied flow of blue-green juice.

Yan Wang was skeptical for a second—could this really alleviate his pain? But without overthinking, he immediately complied.

The juice, along with crushed plant stems and leaves, was finely applied as a layer to his injured right hand.

Was it psychological, or not?

Somehow, the arm didn’t seem as severe anymore.

The man’s faint breathing grew slightly heavier, and his expression eased a bit: "Thank you."

Yan Wang looked at him, his tone familiar: "How did this happen?"