The first domineering pet: the young marshal's darling

Chapter 47

Rong Yanchen was carried home by the Rong family, and was bedridden.

Sitting beside the bed, Wu Dan took care of him in his clothes, "Yanchen, we are already husband and wife, you just want to open it up a bit."

These words sound a bit like the lines after the bandits raped a woman from a good family.

Rong Yanchen was so angry that his heart was going to explode, he turned around and glared at Wu Dan, and shouted fiercely: "Get lost."

However, because he was caught in the wind and cold, and stood in the heavy snow all night, his body completely collapsed, his speech was weak, and he had no prestige.

Rong Yanchen was originally handsome and gentle, but the angry expression at this moment was also handsome and charming in Wu Dan's eyes, so naturally he would not be angry.

"Yanchen, don't lose your temper. If you don't take medicine, you won't get well. Be good, take a bite." She coaxed patiently and carefully like a child.

Rong Yanchen saw her so smug, angrily raised his hand and overturned the medicine bowl in Wu Dan's hand.

The hot traditional Chinese medicine burned her delicate hands red, and her eyes were full of tears from the pain.

Rong Yanchen didn't show any mercy, "You, a girl, ran into a man's room and spent the night, and now you are still lingering, do you know what shame is? An actor would not be as low as you."

Wu Dan was insulted by him, how could he not be angry.

However, she also knew that the way she got Rong Yanchen was unfair, Rong Yanchen couldn't accept it for a while, and lost his temper, that was normal.

Then he stood up and said, "Yanchen, anyway, I'm already yours. If you bother me, I won't get in your way. I'll go back to Tianjin tomorrow and wait for you to marry me."

"Bandits, warlords, prostitutes, you uneducated woman, don't even think about me marrying you." Rong Yanchen was so angry that she wanted to get out of bed and strangle Wu Dan to death.

For Wu Dan, she got it anyway, just slowly soften Rong Yanchen's heart in the future, don't rush it for a while.

Then he said with a good temper: "It hurts you to be angry, take care of your body, I'm leaving, don't make me wait too long, you know, my father has a bad temper."

"Get out." Rong Yanchen trembled angrily, pointing at the door and roaring.

Only then did Wu Dan walk away with her head held high and her chest held high. No matter what, she is the winner in this emotional battle.

Rong Yanchen was lying on the bed so angry that his entire chest was hurting, Wu Dan, a shameless woman, dared to threaten him with her reckless warlord father, why didn't she die.

After Wu Dan left, Mrs. Rong knocked on the door and cautiously entered Rong Yanchen's room.

The son refused to take medicine, so she put the western medicine in his favorite fruit juice and served him, hoping that he would drink some.

Standing by the bed and looking at her pale and angry son, her heart felt as if a knife had been stabbed.

Rong Yanchen quarreled with Wu Dan just now, and he had already exhausted all his strength, and now he was lying on the bed, unable to move his limbs, and was in a cold sweat.

Only one night later, Rong Yanchen seemed to have aged ten years suddenly, and the short hair at the temples had turned white.

Madam Rong knocked over the quilt in her frightened hands, then rushed forward and sat on the edge of the bed, "Son! What are you doing? Are you trying to break Mommy's heart?"

Rong Yanchen said weakly: "You are my mother, I can't do anything to you? Yunyun is my favorite woman, I can't marry her with her, and I can't marry Wu Dan, I can't do anything, but I can Choose to end my life, even if I die, the Wu family will not persecute you, are you satisfied with the result?"

Mrs. Rong was stunned by her son's words. In extreme horror, she rushed to the door, opened the door of the room and shouted to the outside: "Come on, the young master is going to commit suicide."

She has only had Yanchen as a child in her whole life, and she has spent all her efforts on Yanchen. If Yanchen has any troubles, she still has no way to survive.

Madam Rong shouted loudly, calling everyone in the room.

Rong Changfa rushed over and walked into the room for a look, only to find that Rong Yanchen had passed out and disappeared.

He reached out and touched Rong Yanchen's forehead, it was hot.

"Yanchen has a fever, talking nonsense, how could he commit suicide when people fainted?" He growled angrily, and then ordered Rong Yanchen to be sent to the hospital.

Rong Yanchen couldn't afford to be ill. In order to prevent him from committing suicide, Rong's family monitored him 24 hours a day. Mrs. Rong also stayed up all night after night.

After arriving at the hospital, Rong Yanchen's condition not only did not improve, but worsened, from pneumonia to pulmonary fluid accumulation, he almost died.

Waking up once in the middle, he opened his eyes and said with pain in his heart: "Don't ask about love, I'm afraid that the boy's hair will turn white overnight, don't ask about infatuation, infatuation will never end."

After speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Madam Rong cried to death and knelt in the Buddhist hall all night to pray for her son's safety.

Rong Yanchen had lived and died several times, but Mu Jiayun was busy retiring the engagement.

Two days have passed, and there is only one day left before the Rong family's stipulated time for retiring the engagement, and there is no such thing as selling the house.

Although Bai Suxue didn't say anything, Mu Jiayun noticed it, and on the second day, Niangqin didn't even eat a bite.

On the third day, she got up early and found Uncle Wang who was going out after breakfast, "Uncle Wang, I'll go out with you."

Uncle Wang hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

When the Prince Mu's Mansion was in its glory days, there were not a few friends who made friends, high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

These days, he has gone to ask those people one by one if they intend to buy a house, but who knew that those people knew about Miss Yun and the Rong family's divorce, and they all avoided seeing them.

He tried his best to do nothing.

Guessing that Ms. Yun has stayed abroad and seen the world, she might not have a good solution.

As soon as the two walked out of the palace, they met two well-dressed men outside the courtyard wall.

The other party walked up to them and asked straight to the point: "I heard that you are going to sell the house?"

"Yes." Uncle Wang stepped forward and replied politely.

This inconspicuous movement also successfully protected Mu Jiayun, who was walking in front, behind him.

The man in the suit was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief in a gentle manner, "My old man has been living abroad, and he wants to go back to China for some reason. Let me help you find a decent house. I heard from friends that you The house is sold here, and it used to be the palace of the prince, I just drove around outside, the scale is good, let's make a price."

Mu Jiayun and Butler Rong glanced at each other. It happened so suddenly that they were a little at a loss.

"Eighty thousand." Mu Jiayun said before Steward Rong opened the car.

Although the palace is good, after all, it has been old for a long time, and it has been in disrepair all year round, so it must not be as good as those newly built western-style buildings.

However, she thinks it's definitely worth the price.

Uncle Wang froze when he heard Mu Jiayun's offer.

God knows that the palace at this moment is not worth much except for its geographical advantage.

(End of this chapter)