The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law
Chapter 581 - 592 So Stubborn

Chapter 581: Chapter 592 So Stubborn

He suddenly felt his heart thud rapidly as he strode toward Miss Du.

Concubine Du, who had followed out from behind, hurriedly caught up upon seeing that something was amiss up ahead, and an idea came to her on the spur of the moment.

She twisted her body, cried out ’Aiyo’, and fell behind Young Master Jie.

As Young Master Jie reached behind Miss Du, about to reach out, he heard Concubine Du’s cry from behind. Turning his head, he saw Concubine Du on the ground, looking up at him with tearful eyes, and he frowned, slightly annoyed. After a moment’s thought, he still decided to help Concubine Du up.

"You’re a grown-up, how come you’re not careful when walking?" Young Master Jie asked in a low voice.

Concubine Du replied with a grievance, "My lord, your concubine, I slipped accidentally."

The timing of the slip was just too perfect, Cuiya sneered coldly with a sidelong glance.

The young lady was right, what kind of people were this man and woman? Haven’t they seen through them after all these years?

Using all her strength, Cuiya helped her young mistress up and headed toward the most secluded ruined yard, thinking that even if her mistress really did faint here today, she should never expect even a trace of mercy from that heartless, ungrateful man.

Compassion and remorse began to stir in Young Master Jie’s heart as he watched the obstinate servant and mistress.

He passed Concubine Du to a nearby maid, and after a moment’s thought, he quickly chased after them.

Concubine Du stomped her feet in anger, yelling loudly, "My lord, my lord, where are you going? My knee is bleeding."

"Have someone fetch medicine for you; go back and wait for me first." Young Master Jie left these words behind and quickened his pace.

Catching up to Miss Du and her servant, Young Master Jie took Miss Du into his arms and carried her towards the ruined yard.

The person in his arms was surprisingly light as a feather, her cheeks were gaunt, her lips had not a hint of color, yet from the corners of her mouth, something red as blood was oozing out.

That was the blood from her bitten tongue.

She was so frail, yet so stubborn.

Young Master Jie’s heart wrenched fiercely, and he said somewhat angrily, "Being sick like this, why do you still insist on being strong?"

Miss Du, with half-closed eyes, her voice as thin as a thread, said, "If I don’t stay strong, how would Cuiya, with her slight frame, carry me back?"

"Isn’t there still me..." He stopped mid-sentence. He feared he was never in her considerations.

"In the mansion, there are so many people, no matter what, you are the master. How could they just ignore you, leaving you in that yard..."

Miss Du interrupted him with a bitter smile, "How would they dare to intervene?"

Young Master Jie’s eyes suddenly darkened as he said coldly, "What do you mean by that? Are you trying to say that even these servants dare to disobey you, to mistreat you?"

Isn’t that the case?

Miss Du was left with only a bitter smile. She took a breath and said, "Put me down, please, or else it’ll cause more trouble."

Young Master Jie paused for a moment, stopping in his tracks.

Cuiya, who had been following behind with tears, saw the young master stop and hurriedly reached out to take her young mistress.

But the young master just gave her a cold glare and continued to carry Miss Du forward.

"Even if we are no longer together, we are still husband and wife by status," he said.

Miss Du found it laughable; when had they ever been together? They merely had the nominal status of husband and wife—why deceive oneself and others?

She no longer had the energy to argue with him and likewise, had no desire to converse even a sentence more with him. Let it be, then.

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