The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 981 Everyone Has a White Moonlight (Extra 1)

We all have white moonlight

When Zhao Jinan woke up, he felt weak all over, as if all his life force had been drained away.

I opened my eyes with difficulty, saw the familiar environment around me, and smelled the lingering smell of medicine in the air. The feeling of being dying came back.

Zhao Jin'an clearly remembered that he should have returned to his youth, so how could he suddenly return to the time when he was about to die? Was everything a dream? But when he saw the wrinkled skin and dry fingers on his hands, he knew that this was not a dream.

I am really old and I don’t have much time left to live.

Zhao Jinan clenched his fists tightly, trying to feel the strength of his body, but he could only feel endless fatigue and weakness.

He sighed and thought how nice it would be if he could do it again... Just then, the door opened and a beautiful woman walked in.

She was wearing a light blue dress, her hair was tied into a simple bun, and she had light makeup on her face. She looked very beautiful.

"Master, you're awake!" the beautiful woman said in surprise, with a hint of worry in her voice.

She walked quickly to the bedside and carefully observed Zhao Jinan's expression, her eyes full of concern.

"You haven't eaten anything for the past few days. Would you like to have some porridge first?" the beautiful woman asked softly, her tone full of tenderness.

Zhao Jin'an narrowed his eyes, and after looking at the other person for a moment with his cloudy eyes, he slowly said, "Xiao Ran, you followed me back?"

The beautiful woman was slightly stunned, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

She shook her head gently and replied with a smile: "Master, what's wrong with you? I have been taken into your house for more than ten years!"

After hearing this, Zhao Jinan remembered that this person was not his former "neighbor" Su Xiangran, but his concubine Xu Yiniang, whom he brought back on impulse.

He sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing him like this, the beautiful woman thought he was tired, so she stopped disturbing him and quietly walked out of the room.

Zhao Jin'an was resting in the room. Xu Yuniang's face changed as soon as she walked out of the room. Her son was waiting for her outside the door. When he saw her come out, he asked, "Mother, I just heard you talking to father.

Is Daddy awake? Can I go in and see him? "

"What are you looking at!" Although she lowered her voice, one could still hear Xu Yuniang's anger, "I guess you've been dreaming about the beauties in the paintings these days, and now you're calling me 'Xiao Ran'!"

Xu Yuniang's son had an embarrassed expression. How could he, as a junior, explain this matter? Besides, wasn't it because of the similarity between his mother's eyebrows and eyes that she got the position of concubine?

Otherwise, his mother wouldn’t know which farm to go to do farm work!

But now is not the time to dwell on these things, because: "Mom, Dad finally woke up once, if you don't coax him to give you more private money, how are we going to live in the future?"

"Got it, got it!" Xu Yuniang nodded, "I'll come again tomorrow."

At the same time, the mother and son's actions, including their conversation, were all reported to the eldest lady Wei Qingning without missing a word. She was not angry at all. She took the tea handed over by the young steward and said, "It's just that little thing. Only they care about it."

While drinking tea, he asked the young steward: "Has the young master arrived in the capital now?"

"The date is almost here." The steward handed a snack plate to Wei Qingning, "Master, don't worry, the letter from the uncle should be here soon."

Wei Qingning picked up a piece of hawthorn cake from the plate and didn't eat it himself. Instead, he stuffed it into the mouth of the young steward and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Because it tasted a bit sour, the steward frowned slightly and said, "It's a reward from the Madam, so it must be delicious."

"No, there's nothing wrong with the expression and demeanor, but what you said is wrong." Wei Qingning tapped the corner of the steward's mouth, "If you say so, such sour cakes are too unpalatable."

After saying that, she stuffed another piece of hawthorn cake into his mouth, as if she wanted to hear him say it again.

The steward followed what he had learned before, lowered his head and only showed his eyebrows, and then said: "Such sour cakes are so unpalatable."

Wei Qingning was very satisfied with his performance this time: "Not bad, you are the most similar so far, now go down!"

The young steward finally walked out of the room, feeling relieved.

Although he was Wei Qingning's manager and was responsible for many business matters, his indenture had always been in the other party's hands. It was said that there were three people like him before, but some of them disappeared and some left.

In short, if you don't take good care of this ancestor, you might really lose your life.

At this time, Wei Qingning and Zhao Jinan were each holding their "treasured" portraits, lamenting that they had chosen the wrong people in their lives.