Chapter 70 Mingchao, Does It Hurt?

Chapter 70 Mingchao, Does It Hurt?

Is Grandma sick?

No, Feng Jinyu's mom is lying.

Suddenly, Lu Mingchao seemed to realize something; her face turned pale, almost ghostly.

Lu Mingchao felt the biting wind grow even sharper and more urgent. A chill ran down her spine, making her feel an involuntary icy coldness.

"How is Feng Jinyu?"

Lu Mingchao asked stubbornly, trying to suppress the chill in her heart.

Feng Jinyu's mom's heart skipped a beat, and she pushed Lu Mingchao's hand away. "Child, what are you talking about?"

"Xie, it's late. Take your wife and kids home."

With these words, Feng Jinyu's mom quickened her pace.

"I have some medicine from the capital that heals wounds. It can ease pain, stop bleeding, and prevent infection." Lu Mingchao heard her own voice shatter in the cold wind.

Feng Jinyu's mom suddenly stopped, trembling. "Really?"

She was jealous of how her mother-in-law favored her sister-in-law and often found her bossy sister-in-law annoying, but she never thought she'd have to watch her sister-in-law die.

Moreover, only she accompanied her sister-in-law to meet the Old Scholar. That Old Scholar, aside from his title, was good for nothing.

If her sister-in-law married him, it would ruin her life.

Lu Mingchao pulled out two bottles of hemostatic powder and a roll of bandages from the space supermarket's pharmacy and handed them over.

"Auntie, head back first."

"I'll get Xie Yan to borrow a donkey cart."

"Thank you, thank you! I'll leave it to you and Xie Yan. Please hurry! I won't forget your kindness." Feng Jinyu's mom took the medicine bottles and gauze and hurried home.

With lives on the line, Xie Yan didn't waste any time, giving a few instructions before rushing off to the old village head's house.

"Mom, didn't Feng Jinyu badmouth you?" Xie Huaiqian's delicate brows furrowed slightly, seemingly puzzled by Lu Mingchao's genuine urgency.

Lu Mingchao held Xie Jingyi, her face a mix of tears and laughter. "Yes, she slandered me."

"Turning the other cheek has never been my style."

"I forgave her because she still had a conscience. Her sense of right and wrong, though sometimes off, was still there."

She wanted to save that Feng Jinyu who stood up outside the old village head's courtyard.

She wanted to save that Feng Jinyu who laughed and scolded while huddled in her cloak.

She wanted to save that Feng Jinyu who tilted her head and cautiously asked her about harmony.

"Old grievances can also be resolved."

"In the face of life and death, I cannot stand by and do nothing."

The night was pitch black; she couldn't tell how much blood Feng Jinyu's mom was covered in, that even after running in the night wind for so long, it hadn't dissipated.

I just hope there's still a chance to save her.

For more than ten years, Old Lady Feng has spoiled Feng Jinyu, shaping her into a bold and brave person.

But now, she's thinking of snuffing out that very boldness and bravery herself.

Xie Huaiqian frowned, half-understanding, and could only repeat these words in his head again and again.

Lu Mingchao came home with the kids, got Xie Jingyi to sleep, and leaned by the window, waiting for Xie Yan to come back.

She knew the Fengs were trying to cover up Feng Jinyu's suicide attempt.

But she also knew they couldn't keep it under wraps.

With neighbors around, even the slightest noise gets noticed, let alone something as big as a suicide attempt.

By now, the Fengs' yard was probably packed with people.

How would Feng Jinyu live this down?

A bit on edge, Lu Mingchao picked a petal from the plum blossom in the vase, twirling and rubbing it between her fingers.

As the night wore on, familiar footsteps finally broke the quiet of the courtyard.

Lu Mingchao hurriedly opened the door to welcome Xie Yan in.

Xie Yan took off his coat and said quietly, "Feng Jinyu tried to kill herself by hitting the wall."

"Is it bad?" Lu Mingchao asked, not too shocked.

Xie Yan sat Lu Mingchao on the bed's edge. "The cut's big, and she lost a lot of blood."

"Feng Jinyu's mom used the medicine you gave to stop the bleeding for now, and the Fengs have taken her to the town clinic."

"Without your medicine, she could've bled out."

Xie Yan was used to seeing blood.

But seeing Feng Jinyu's forehead wound made him think of Mingchao.

Xie Yan lifted his hand, lightly touching Lu Mingchao's forehead with his fingers.

"Mingchao, did it hurt?"

He knew that after Mingchao's fake heiress status came out, she'd been driven to try killing herself by hitting a wall, just to stay with the Yongning Marquis family.

After Lu Yao warned him about Gu Huai, while they were getting ready for the wedding, he'd had plenty of time to dig into Mingchao's past.

Lu Mingchao's face stiffened a little, the cool touch making her uneasy.

"It hurt, of course."

"A Yan, that hit changed me; I'm not the same person I was."

Xie Yan's eyes shifted, like he got it, but also didn't.

All he knew was that the gossip about Mingchao didn't line up with the Mingchao he knew.

"Mingchao, I'll give you more than the Yongning Marquis family ever could," Xie Yan said firmly. [Note: The Yongning Marquis family represents a high social status in the story, symbolizing wealth, power, and prestige. Mingchao's desire to remain part of this family reflects the societal importance placed on such connections in the historical context of the narrative.]

Lu Mingchao smiled and said, "Then I’ll be looking forward to it."

"But be careful in everything. I don’t want to end up with nothing but wealth."

Though the thought of great wealth and endless solitude is tempting, she still hopes Xie Yan lives a long life.

That night, Lu Mingchao, worried about Feng Jinyu’s fate, slept restlessly.

Sun Zhiye, too, was restless.

Sun Zhiye held a thick stack of papers detailing the many misdeeds of the second young master of the Sun family over the years. His crimes were too many to count.

The dim candlelight flickered in the breeze, casting a blood-red glow over the words on the pages.

As he turned the pages, Sun Zhiye’s frown grew deeper.

It was like pouring oil on a fire, burning him so fiercely that he wanted to flip the table to vent his frustration and rage.

Idiot! Absolute idiot!

Sun Zhiye slammed his palm on the table in fury.

For a moment, Sun Zhiye wasn’t sure if he was angrier about his brother’s crimes or his brother’s reckless behavior.

Sun Zhiye leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes wearily. After a long pause, he took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Do we have a full picture of the situation in Changxi Village?"

"Reporting to the eldest young master, the Lu family’s daughter is betrothed to a hunter named Xie. After the fake heiress of the Marquis’s household returned to her hometown to reunite with her family, she willingly took over the engagement."

Sun Zhiye: Huh?

He was both confused and deeply shocked.

A quick glance outside the courtroom showed the hunter had an impressive presence.

But that still didn’t explain why Lu Mingchao, raised in luxury, would willingly marry a hunter.

"Continue."

"Before the Lu family’s daughter’s wedding, a fancy carriage arrived in Changxi Village. Rumor had it the visitor was from the capital, here to see Lu Mingchao."

"Villagers at the wedding banquet said the girl’s last name was Gu."

Sun Zhiye thought it over. It seemed Lu Mingchao really did have ties to nobles in the capital.

Then he’d have to handle this matter with even greater care.

He also wondered when his deputy, sent to the capital, would return with news.

"What would I do without you?"