Third floor.
"Mom doesn't know what style you like, take a look and see if you like it or if there's anything you want to add."
Cheng Lizhu opened the door and said.
The room was decorated as a chic pink princess room, full of girlish charm, but it wasn't the style Yu He liked.
But seeing Cheng Lizhu's expectant look, she could only nod, "This is fine..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly pushed, staggering.
"Get out, this is my study!"
Ye Zizheng glared fiercely at Yu He, like an overcharged explosive pack.
"Hehe, are you okay?" Cheng Lizhu was in a dilemma. "Zhengzheng, didn't we agree before that this room would be for your sister?"
Her younger son suddenly throwing a tantrum made her a little flustered.
The rooms on the second and third floors of the villa were all occupied, leaving only the servant's quarters and guest rooms on the first floor. Big Wind Novel
Yu He was Miss Ye's daughter, so she certainly couldn't live on the first floor.
Therefore, she thought of discussing with her younger son, letting him share a study with his elder brother and clearing out his study to be Yu He's room.
"She's not my sister! I don't have a sister from the sticks!"
Ye Zizheng yelled and pushed Yu He again.
Yu He nimbly dodged.
Ye Zizheng didn't expect her to dodge, missed, and tripped over his own feet, hitting the foot of the bed with a "thump."
"Waa—"
Instantly, the sound of the little brat's wailing broke through the roof.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Hearing the noise, Old Mrs. Ye, supported by Ye Zisu, arrived on the third floor.
"Waa... Grandma, save me, this country bumpkin pushed me! Wuwuwu..."
Ye Zizheng threw himself into Old Mrs. Ye's arms, crying and complaining.
Yu He: "..."
"Don't cry, don't cry, Grandma will see justice done," Old Mrs. Ye patted his back, helping him calm down. "Let Grandma see, where did you hurt yourself?"
Ye Zizheng's face was covered in tears and snot, and a large lump had appeared on his forehead.
"Good heavens, how did you hit it so hard? Will it leave a scar?!" Ye Zisu exclaimed dramatically.
Ye Zizheng cried even louder upon hearing about a scar.
"Zhengzheng, let Mom see, I'm sorry, it's my fault for not watching you..."
Cheng Lizhu hurriedly tried to hug Ye Zizheng, but Old Mrs. Ye pushed her away.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and call a doctor!"
After scolding, she glared at Yu He, "I'll settle with you later!"
Yu He: "..."
The villa was in chaos, and everyone was attending to Ye Zizheng.
Ye Zisu felt much better seeing Yu He left aside.
A bumpkin, not worthy of Mom's attention!
First floor living room.
Ye Zizheng's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and he sobbed in Old Mrs. Ye's arms, which made Old Mrs. Ye's heart ache terribly.
She urged Cheng Lizhu to hurry the family doctor, then told the maid to quickly boil an egg.
The maid quickly brought a hard-boiled egg wrapped in a cloth.
"Zhengzheng, don't cry, it'll be fine after rolling it with the egg."
Old Mrs. Ye took the egg and was about to roll it on the lump on Ye Zizheng's forehead when a clear female voice stopped her.
"You can't use hot eggs for compresses, use ice."
Following the sound, she saw Yu He standing at the top of the stairs.
She was still wearing the same tattered qipao, with a cloth bag slung over one shoulder. Her inherent cool aura made it impossible to tell that she had come from the mountains.
"What do you know? Hot egg compresses promote blood circulation and reduce swelling," Old Mrs. Ye glared at Yu He.
Then she gently rolled the egg on the large lump on Ye Zizheng's forehead.
"Ah... it hurts!" Ye Zizheng cried out in pain.
"Endure the pain, you must roll it with the egg, otherwise the swelling won't go down."
Old Mrs. Ye called a maid to hold Ye Zizheng down.
Cheng Lizhu watched, her heart aching, but she didn't dare to disobey Old Mrs. Ye, and stood by anxiously.
Just then, a delicate hand grasped Old Mrs. Ye's hand.
"What are you doing?!"
Old Mrs. Ye looked at Yu He, her dim yellow eyes filled with anger.
"Use cold compresses," Yu He repeated with a clear, cold gaze.
"Get out of the way! Don't be a nuisance. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, how could I harm my own grandson!" Old Mrs. Ye struggled to break free from Yu He's hand.
She had seen Mrs. Fang do the same to reduce swelling for her grandson last time, so how could she be wrong!
Yu He: "..."
Taking advantage of the situation, Ye Zizheng broke free from Old Mrs. Ye's embrace and burrowed into Cheng Lizhu's arms, crying his eyes out, his face smeared with tears and snot, looking pitiful.
Seeing this, Old Mrs. Ye's anger flared up, and just as she was about to order the maid to pull Ye Zizheng back, the family doctor arrived.