After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter-Chapter 95 - Little Light Bulb
Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Little Light Bulb
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Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Little Light Bulb
“Every day, you help him massage along the Ren and Du meridians: the Ren meridian governs Yin, while the Du meridian governs Yang. These two meridians echo each other, endless and unceasing. Especially since the Du meridian runs from the top of the head straight to the kidneys, it’s closely related to his illness. Massaging is just as important as taking medicine, and you cannot skip even a single day.”
“Okay, okay, I will definitely follow the instructions.”
Xie Qifen nodded repeatedly, her eyes filled with hope and determination for the future.
To cure Meng Yuanyou of his hidden ailment, she was willing to try anything.
Su Yu then spread out the paper and pen and meticulously wrote down the prescription, stroke by stroke.
Afterward, the two of them gently laid Meng Yuanyou down on the bed and Su Yu demonstrated and explained the specific massage techniques with patience and precision, ensuring each movement was performed correctly.
Xie Qifen was exceptionally focused while learning, fearful of missing any detail.
Worried she might forget something, Su Yu specially drew a simple and concise meridian chart for her to refer to and remind herself anytime.
Before they knew it, the night had deepened, with stars dotting the skies and silence engulfing the world.
Xie Qifen insisted on accompanying Su Yu home, concerned for her safety walking alone at night.
Su Yu, however, declined with a smile; she was accustomed to the night’s tranquility and knew their homes were not far apart, so there was no need for the extra effort.
Ultimately, conceding to Su Yu’s insistence, Xie Qifen could only compromise and bid her a reluctant farewell at the doorway.
Before leaving, Su Yu did not forget to caution, “Big sister, please make sure not to tell Uncle that I wrote the prescription. I’m afraid he would feel his pride wounded.”
Su Yu had vaguely sensed from Xie Qifen’s previous comments Meng Yuanyou’s strong male chauvinist tendencies. He found it difficult to even discuss his illness at home, let alone let outsiders know.
Particularly being diagnosed by a woman—if not handled properly, it could lead to unnecessary misunderstandings and estrangement.
“Don’t worry, I understand.”
Xie Qifen responded in a low voice, well aware of Meng Yuanyou’s personality and naturally would not reveal the secret easily.
In the night, the two figures parted ways, leaving behind a trail of footprints, bearing witness to the late-night assistance and understanding.
Comforted by this encounter, Su Yu gradually calmed her anxious heart, and her steps became light and joyful, bounding down the moonlit path.
Despite the dense night sky and the obscured path in the haze, her heart harbored no fear, instead filled with curiosity and anticipation for the unknown.
Yet as she stepped into the familiar and serene courtyard of her home, an unexpected scene shattered her peace in an instant.
From within the courtyard came suppressed, intermittent sobs, like the most discordant notes of the deep night, drawing her gaze to aslender, solitary figure in the corner.
Observing closer, the person curled up under the moonlight, huddled into a ball, was none other than Jiang Youfu.
His back seemed unusually hunched, helpless as he leaned against the door that Jiang Xunzhong had barely managed to repair, the door now teetering on the edge of collapse.
This very door had become a fragile boundary between him and his family and a silent witness to Jiang Youfu’s plight—clearly he had been ruthlessly cast out of the house by the infamous Fang Qin.
At this moment, Jiang Youfu’s eyes were empty, his expression dazed, as if he had lost the judgment and thought characteristic of an adult, his remaining consciousness seemingly regressing to his childhood.
Fang Qin’s violence and scolding had planted a deep seed of fear in his heart, making him too afraid to even show the slightest resistance.
Especially on such a night, when the moon was obscured and the wind was high, the absence of his parents made his isolation feel at its peak. The darkness and silence around him undoubtedly magnified the panic inside him, leaving him nearly breathless.
Jiang Youfu and Fang Qin were like the two extremes of sin in the world, each dominating in their own “glory,” chilling to the core.
Far from feeling any sympathy for this scene, Su Yu even felt a touch of schadenfreude.
She considered that everything Jiang Youfu was enduring was nothing more than the consequence of his past actions, a case of reaping what he had sown.
On her way back to the house, she even deliberately imitated a few shrill cat cries, which were particularly piercing in the silent night sky, causing the already fragile defenses of Jiang Youfu’s mind to completely collapse.
His crying now contained an even greater sense of panic and confusion, and his body curled up even tighter, as if trying to completely hide himself away.
Feeling quite pleased, Su Yu pushed open the door, expecting to find Jiang Ziling and Xixi long since asleep, and to be greeted by a peaceful night.
However, to her surprise, Jiang Ziling unexpectedly asked, “Why are you coming back at this time?” His tone revealed traces of concern and waiting.
Su Yu was slightly surprised and blurted out, “Why haven’t you slept yet?”
She hadn’t anticipated that her late return would cause Jiang Ziling to toss and turn in restless sleep.
Jiang Ziling explained nonchalantly, “I slept a bit during the day, so now I can’t seem to find sleep at night.”
His words tried to conceal the worry and reluctance in his heart.
Su Yu nodded slightly, not prying further, and went straight to the well, her actions flowing effortlessly: drawing water, washing up, changing clothes, until finally she climbed into bed with ease, as if each movement had been rehearsed thousands of times.
Tonight, Xixi seemed to sense the subtle changes at home and curled up consciously at the other end of the bed.
Su Yu lay down close to Jiang Ziling with an almost imperceptible smile on her lips, thinking, This little fellow has unknowingly become my “helpful ally.”
As she was immersed in her own thoughts, Jiang Ziling seemed to hesitate before speaking, eventually managing only to utter one word, “You…”
Su Yu seemed to see right through his thoughts and cut him off, with a tone tinged with a hint of grievance, “Please, I’ve been busy all day long, you’re not really going to make me sleep on the table, are you?”
Her voice held a mix of coquettishness and genuine fatigue.
Jiang Ziling realized his thoughts were indeed a bit excessive, yet sharing a bed with her also felt awkward for him.
He had originally thought of having Su Yu hold Xixi in the middle of the bed as a buffer, but she promptly declined, citing sore arms as her excuse.
Given this rare opportunity, Su Yu had no intention of looking after that little “glow-worm,” and she chuckled to herself at Jiang Ziling’s naively simple thoughts.
Even in the darkness, with blurry vision, Jiang Ziling could still feel Su Yu’s unabashed, direct gaze fixed on him.
To break the awkwardness, he pondered over a topic to discuss and then inquired, “What were you doing at Sister-in-law He’s house? Why have you come home so late?”
Upon hearing this, a sly twinkle flashed in Su Yu’s eyes as she deliberately drew out her tone, teasingly throwing back the question, “Do you really want to know?”
Her voice was full of teasing, arousing curiosity.
Jiang Ziling nodded earnestly, his expression serious, clearly very interested in what Su Yu had to say.
With an almost imperceptible smile curling up the corners of her mouth, Su Yu internally laughed, as if to say, you were the one who started this conversation, so don’t complain about the complexity of my upcoming words.
