The Miracle Doctor's Wife is Not a Weak Lady!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Bei Shuo ignored her and placed a small bowl of egg custard in front of Mu Ci. She smiled and said, “Try my egg custard as well.”

“Young Madam, we can’t just let Young Master eat these high-protein foods. The doctor said that he has to eat more vegetables. Young Master, this is today’s stipulated dish,” Mrs. Zhang hurriedly said.

She gestured for the maid to serve four dishes and a soup. She placed them in front of Mu Ci and looked at him eagerly.

Mu Ci slowly picked up the soup in his hand and took a sip without adding any seasoning.

Bei Shuo smiled at him.

Under Bei Shuo’s gaze, Mu Ci finished the soup in small mouthfuls, ate the mushrooms inside, and gently put down the bowl.

Mrs. Zhang’s expression changed.

Mu Ci handed the bowl to Bei Shuo and gestured for her to fill another bowl. Then, he scooped up a spoonful of egg custard and tasted it.

Mrs. Zhang gritted her teeth and took a step forward. “Young Master, the doctor said that you have to ensure diversity in your diet. Try the pork rib soup I made today. I stewed it for four hours—”

Mu Ci put down the egg custard with a crisp sound.

Mrs. Zhang could not help but tremble.

Mu Ci did not even look at her and directly called the housekeeper. “Mrs. Zhang.”

“Young Master.” Mrs. Zhang hurried forward.

Mu Ci stirred the soup in his bowl with a spoon and said mildly, “Didn’t Uncle Liu introduce Young Madam? Did you not understand?”

Mrs. Zhang did not dare to speak anymore. All the servants could not help but lower their heads.

Mu Ci put down the spoon in his hand. He suddenly waved his hand, sweeping away all the plates and bowls of food that Mrs. Zhang had prepared.

“Oh no…” The timid servant could not help but exclaim. Mrs. Zhang, who was standing closest to her, was scalded by the hot pork ribs soup.

Bei Shuo also stood up in shock.

Mu Ci reached out and pulled her to his side. He said coldly, “Since when do irrelevant people get to control my food? I know that you were sent by Old Master, Madam, Second Madam, Third Madam, and my other relatives. You no longer have a place here. Go back to wherever you came from. Don’t let me see you again!”

All the servants were silent.

Mrs. Zhang hurriedly looked at Liu Ming pleadingly and went forward to say in an imploring tone, “Young Master, I know they were wrong, but don’t get upset. Don’t be angry during dinner. Young Madam, you’re a magnanimous person. Don’t lower yourself to the level of these insensible people! Don’t let Young Master get angry while eating. It’s not good for his health.”

Bei Shuo looked at the old woman and took Mu Ci’s spoon. She scooped a spoonful of egg custard and brought it to Mu Ci’s lips. “Don’t be angry when you’re eating. Even children know this. You have to be obedient!”

Under everyone’s gaze, Mu Ci really opened his mouth.

The two of them fed each other as if no one was around.

Liu Ming gestured for Mrs. Zhang to get someone to quickly clean the broken porcelain on the ground.

Young Master was establishing power for Young Madam. Liu Ming understood, so naturally, Mrs. Zhang and the others also knew what this meant.

They were too careless. They did not expect Young Master to be so concerned about a girl he married to counteract bad luck. However, that should not be the case!

Could it be that Young Master was acting for everyone to see?

Everyone knew that Young Master was against marrying someone to counteract his bad luck and ease his condition. Now that Young Madam had entered the house, Young Master was giving her face like this. No matter how they thought about it, they felt that something was wrong!

Young Master must be doing this for everyone to see!

As Mrs. Zhang and the others cleaned up, they stole glances at Bei Shuo, feeling indignant.

After this commotion, Bei Shuo had a clear understanding of the servant’s situation.

Bei Shuo asked Xiaoling to accompany her around after dinner. However, when they returned to Mu Ci’s bedroom, Bei Shuo smelled a strange smell and her heart sank.

Mu Ci was sitting at the head of the bed reading a book. When he saw her enter, he patted his side and asked her to sit over.

Bei Shuo saw the cup on the bedside table. She picked it up and sniffed it. Her expression changed. “What did you drink just now?”

Mu Ci looked at her in confusion. “Milk. What’s wrong?”

Bei Shuo placed her fingers on Mu Ci’s wrist. As she took his pulse, she asked in a low voice, “Brother, if there’s an emergency, who can I trust in this family?”

Mu Ci’s eyes darkened. He shook his head hard and replied, “Uncle Liu, Grandpa!”

“Got it. There’s something wrong with the milk you just drank. You’ll feel terrible later, but you have to believe me. I won’t let anything happen to you!” Bei Shuo said anxiously.

Bei Shuo wrapped the milk cup in tissue paper and placed it into the bedside table.

“Bei Shuo.” Mu Ci felt nauseous.