Normally, if he felt even a little unwell, Jiang Ziyu would set aside whatever she was doing and devote her full attention to him. Now that he was sick, Jiang Ziyu wasn't around. The intelligent Yu Ze realized that even after breakfast, he still wouldn't be able to see her.
Looking at the food before him, he petulantly pushed the bowls and chopsticks away with his arm.
A servant screamed and hastily crouched down to pick up the shattered porcelain shards.
“Oh dear, are you hurt?” the old lady exclaimed, rushing to check his body.
Yu Ze ungratefully pushed the old lady away. He climbed onto a stool like a monkey, standing on the bedside table.
“You’ll fall!” the old lady cried, her arms suspended in mid-air. She wanted to rush forward but feared his behavior might escalate, her heart pounding in her chest as if it would leap out of her body.
Yu Ze grabbed a notebook from the bed and held the words on it up to the old lady.
With persuasion proving fruitless, the old lady helplessly instructed the servant beside her, “Go and get Ming Jue.”
“Alright.” The servant left, taking Yu Ze’s heart with them.
In the center of the living room, Jiang Ziyu followed closely behind Di Ming Jue.
Without seeing Yu Ze, she felt unable to do anything. Moreover, in the entire Imperial Capital, no one possessed more superb medical skills than she did. Yu Ze would only be truly safe by her side.
Thinking this, Jiang Ziyu stepped forward, grabbing Di Ming Jue’s arm. She moved her left foot to his front, blocking his path. “I am Qian Qian’s mother; you have no right to prevent me from taking care of him!”
“Forget it. It’s because of your negligent care that she’s developed allergies and fallen ill. Leaving you is the safest thing for Qian Qian.” Di Ming Jue shook off Jiang Ziyu’s arm and turned to the servants inside, saying, “From today onwards, no one is allowed to bring Qian Qian to see her. If I find out, whoever it is will pack their bags and be kicked out of the Di residence immediately.”
Her arm dropped heavily to her side, and Jiang Ziyu glared angrily at Di Ming Jue. “Do you know you’re harming Qian Qian by doing this?”
“Harming?” Di Ming Jue’s cold gaze fixed on her. “You just need to be Madam Di. You don’t need to pretend to be Qian Qian’s mother!”
With that, he didn't intend to reply to Jiang Ziyu further.
He took a step forward, and Jiang Ziyu, behind him, rushed towards his back with a roar.
“Brother Ming Jue, be careful!” Ahead, a woman’s clear voice echoed through the Di residence.
Di Ming Jue was pulled aside, his body bumping against a soft object.
“Crazy woman, how dare you try to hurt Brother Ming Jue,” Song Xinyi admonished him with a glare. She wrapped her arm around Di Ming Jue, her fingers caressing his cheek affectionately. “Brother Ming Jue, are you alright?”
Di Ming Jue disgusted and struggled free from her touch, calling out to a nearby servant to help him up from Song Xinyi.
Catching the pungent scent of perfume, he coldly blocked her. “Stay right there and don’t come any closer to me.”
“Brother Ming Jue, I just saved you in time,” Song Xinyi said, her features creasing.
Jiang Ziyu, overhearing this, couldn't help but chuckle. She had no intention of touching Di Ming Jue. In fact, it was her pulling that caused Di Ming Jue to be pulled to the ground.
“What are you laughing at?” Song Xinyi vented her anger towards Jiang Ziyu. “You’re a menace. After tormenting the Jiang family, you’ve now come to torment the Di family. Poor little Qian Qian fell ill because of you, and you show no remorse. Worse still, you have the nerve to continue hurting Brother Ming Jue.”
Song Xinyi’s friend’s brother was the Di family’s doctor. She had learned about Qian Qian’s allergic reaction and illness from her friend that morning and had come to the Di residence without a second thought.
She cast Di Ming Jue’s warning aside and trotted over to him, complaining, “Brother Ming Jue, her family background is very complicated. Jiang Feifei is her half-sister, and they even fought over the same man before.”