She was replaced by a husband, married the future tyrant and farmed to fight back

Chapter 155 She clearly felt sorry for him because he had to work hard to feed her medicine

Liu Yingyue looked up, "Yiran, you don't believe me."

"I hope you tell the truth." Qin Yiran's gaze was always looking into Liu Yingyue's eyes.

Liu Yingyue lowered her eyes, turned around and walked into the farm.

Is she going to make the same mistake again?
Will Qin Yiran still suspect her like the original owner?

If that is the case, explanation is useless.

Because, for many things, no matter how the original owner explained, Qin Yiran would not listen or pay attention.

Qin Yiran looked at her back, suppressed the anger in his heart, walked forward, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to the courtyard.

There was no one else around, so Qin Yiran pushed her against the door, staring at her without blinking and questioning, "Liu Yingyue, aren't you going to tell the truth?"

Liu Yingyue looked at him and smiled awkwardly, "Do you trust me?"

"As long as you say it, I will believe it."

Liu Yingyue shook her head secretly, but the original owner said so much, why didn’t you believe a word of it?

"Yiran, who did you meet and where did you go? I won't ask anything and won't tell you anything because I trust you. But why don't you trust me?" Liu Yingyue lowered her eyes, "I don't want to explain."

She pushed Qin Yiran away, walked into the bedroom, and lay down on the small couch.

What went wrong that made Qin Yiran say such a thing?
Qin Yiran stood where he was, glanced in the direction of the bedroom, and silently left the courtyard.
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It was not until the evening that Liu Yingyue remembered Gao Yucheng's IOU.

She looked around and finally saw it behind the door.

The note was wrinkled, as if someone had squeezed it.

Liu Yingyue narrowed her eyes. Who had picked it up and crumpled it like this?
Liu Yingyue found Hongzhu and asked.

Hongzhu waved her hand, "Madam Ying, I have never seen this note before. What does it say?"

Liu Yingyue narrowed her eyes. Hongzhu couldn't read, so if she picked it up, she would either throw it away or give it to her to read.

Could it be that Qin Yiran saw it?

Considering his strange behavior today, Liu Yingyue guessed that this must be the case.

Qin Yiran hated most that she had any contact with Gao Yucheng, and what he could not tolerate most was the financial transactions.
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It was already two o'clock in the morning, Liu Yingyue had already gone to bed, but Qin Yiran still hadn't come back.

She wanted Hongzhu to go to the village to look for him, but that would make her seem pretentious.

In addition, her head was aching and she began to feel sleepy.

Liu Yingyue simply ignored it and went to sleep.

Qin Yiran dealt with some affairs on the farm and returned to the courtyard.

Hongzhu held up a lantern to light the way for him.

"Where is Madam Ying?" Qin Yiran discovered that there was no light in his and Liu Yingyue's bedroom.

He was unhappy and asked deliberately.

"Madam Ying said she was sleepy, and went to sleep." Hongzhu said, and when she looked up, she carefully examined Qin Yiran's face.

She secretly groaned in her heart, wondering if the couple had been having a quarrel these past two days.

In the past, when Qin Yiran was busy at the farm, Liu Yingyue would wait for Qin Yiran no matter how late it was.

But today, Liu Yingyue went to bed early.

Qin Yiran took the lantern from Hongzhu and said, "Go ahead. You don't have to worry about this."

"Master, call me if you need anything." Hongzhu glanced at the main house and turned to leave.

Qin Yiran closed the door to the main house and pushed open the door to the bedroom.

He did not light the lamp, but hung the lantern some distance away from the bed.

The curtains were drawn and the room was very quiet.

Qin Yiran lifted the curtain and looked at the bed.

Liu Yingyue lay on her side, her face rosy and as beautiful as a crabapple flower.

Qin Yiran's eyes moved slightly, and he gently moved over, sniffing the fragrance of her hair, "Why are you disobedient again, Tangtang."

"Cold..." Liu Yingyue murmured. Qin Yiran glanced at the quilt and gently covered her with it.

But Liu Yingyue still shivered.

The whole person even curled up, "It's so cold."

Qin Yiran frowned and pulled the quilt closer to Liu Yingyue.

But Liu Yingyue still curled up and kept complaining about the cold.

Qin Yiran found something wrong.

I reached out to touch Liu Yingyue's forehead, only to find that she had a fever.

Qin Yiran's eyebrows were grim. He walked to the courtyard and shouted towards the west house, "Hongzhu, quickly harness the carriage and come to the doctor!"

Hongzhu had just fallen asleep when she heard Qin Yiran's shout. She was startled and responded while getting dressed, "Big Brother, who's sick?"

"Mrs. Ying has a fever, go now, quickly!"

"I know. I'll come right away." Hongzhu hurriedly put on her clothes, took the lantern and went to the front yard to harness the carriage. She rushed to a place three miles away from the village and asked for Doctor Xiang.

He yawned at the doctor and said, "Please drive slower. My old bones can't stand the bumps."

"If it's slow, my husband will be angry." Hongzhu complained.

She noticed that although Qin Yiran and Liu Yingyue were angry with each other, they would still be nervous if something happened to one of them.

Qin Yiran called her so loudly just now, and her heart still trembles when she thinks about it now.

After hurrying all the way, we finally arrived at the village.

Doctor Xiang was almost dragged away by Hongzhu.

The distance was a hundred steps, and it only took two breaths to run there.

The courtyard was brightly lit. Qin Yiran, who was standing at the door, saw Doctor Xiang coming and quickly pulled him into the bedroom, "Thank you, Doctor Xiang."

Doctor Xiang was so tired that his legs were shaking. "Mr. Qin, I know you care about your wife, but you have to let me catch my breath for a while. Your wife just has a fever, you don't have to worry too much."

But Qin Yiran didn't listen to his explanation at all. He pushed him to the bed, took Liu Yingyue's arm out of the tent, and put a towel on it.

Doctor Xiang found it funny that she looked just like a young lady in the city.

But think about it, the Qin family's current financial situation is different from the past, and is no worse than that of the people in the city.

He squinted at the doctor, pinched the tip of his beard, and took his pulse carefully.

"It's not a cold. She's injured, right? The fever is caused by infection." said Doctor Xiang.

Qin Yiran frowned, "She is not injured, is Doctor Xiang right?"

"No, I have been treating patients for fifty years. How could I be wrong about such a common disease? Maybe it is a small wound, or maybe it is internal inflammation, so you didn't find it. I will prescribe some anti-inflammatory medicine for you to take. If the fever keeps coming back, I will have to cut off the necrotic part of the wound."

I wrote a prescription to the doctor.

Qin Yiran took a look, paid the consultation fee, and asked Hongzhu to take the doctor back and get the medicine.

After getting the medicine back, Qin Yiran personally boiled it and brought it to the bedside.

Liu Yingyue was delirious due to fever and refused to take medicine, "No, no."

Qin Yiran frowned and had to drink the medicine himself and feed it to Liu Yingyue mouthful by mouthful.

The medicine tasted bitter, but after feeding her half a bowl, Liu Yingyue woke up.

She was stunned when she found Qin Yiran feeding her medicine with his mouth. "Are you feeding me medicine?"

"You have a fever. Be obedient and finish your medicine." Qin Yiran leaned over and fed him the medicine again.

Liu Yingyue, "..." She swallowed the medicine with difficulty and said with embarrassment, "I'll do it myself."

She took the bowl and drank the remaining half in one gulp.

Qin Yiran looked at her with a gloomy face, "Do you dislike me feeding you medicine so much?"

Liu Yingyue: "..." That doesn't make sense. She was obviously feeling sorry for the hard work he put in feeding him medicine.

Isn’t he afraid of hardship?