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Zhang Guihua announced the establishment of a female household, and they were all too happy to have some leisure time. They immediately took Mother and Son to the village chief.
There were no extra houses in the village, so Mother and Son settled in an old temple. Yu Chunmiao was deeply moved by the affectionate scene between Mother and Son, feeling even more guilty.
Qi Chong raised his hand, his rough fingertips brushing against her cheek, gently wiping away the dirt from earlier. With a tender concern, he asked, "Are you hurt?"
Yu Chunmiao adjusted her crooked straw hat and was about to say she wasn’t when a sharp pain shot through her right ankle, causing her to hiss in agony.
Qi Chong quickly examined the area she touched; her ankle was already red and swollen. A gentle poke made her flinch in pain, indicating that it was a serious injury.
He tossed aside the Large Wooden Basin she was holding, scooped her up under the bend of her leg as if cradling a child, and lifted her effortlessly.
Yu Chunmiao kicked lightly, struggling. "Your leg—"
"If you keep moving around, my leg will hurt too," Qi Chong seized the opportunity to brush his lips against hers. "I told you, I only hurt my leg. If you're worried about me being in pain, just hold on to me; it’ll make things easier."
Even if his leg were broken, he could still manage to carry her high up. Yu Chunmiao felt even fonder of him.
Now taller than him by half a head, she cupped his face and playfully pecked at his cheeks.
Qi Chong tilted his head back, stopping in his tracks to let her have her fun. Once she had enough of teasing him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder as he resumed walking.
From the moment they had their marriage certificate, he felt that Yu Chunmiao had become incredibly lively. This marriage certificate was truly worth it.
The Qi family members saw Qi Chong carrying Yu Chunmiao back, covered in dirt and dust. They all surrounded them anxiously with questions.
Yu Chunmiao patted the man's shoulder and was finally set down as she wished. So much had happened today that she didn’t know where to begin; she stared blankly at everyone for a moment.
Qi Chong quickly summarized Zhang Guihua’s situation in a few words: "Yu Chunmiao hurt her ankle. Yuan Er, go get the medicinal wine from the storeroom. Qi Rong, the basin is by that willow tree; go fetch it."
The two younger brothers sprang into action at once.
Hearing this, Chen Ruolan broke into a cold sweat and closed her eyes in prayer: "Brother Zheng, please bless that Yu Chunmiao is alright."
While she was praying, Qi Chong had already helped Yu Chunmiao back into the room.
As he applied medicine to her injury, Yu Chunmiao cried out in pain.
Feeling cherished and fearless, she playfully pounded her small fists on Qi Chong's shoulder. "Be gentle, it hurts, it really hurts."
Qi Chong, despite being hit, felt quite pleased. He continued to apply the medicinal ointment without flinching. "Just bear with it; if you don’t apply it firmly, it won’t work."
Chen Ruolan landed a heavy punch on her son's back. "Did you not hear me say to be gentle?"
Qi Chong sighed in resignation. "Mom, if you don’t apply the medicinal wine properly, it won’t help at all."
"Don't make things worse," she replied. "Go prepare the medicine for Yu Chunmiao, and don’t forget your own."
Chen Ruolan was left speechless; now she was the one causing trouble.
She shot her son a glare as she stepped outside, only to be met by Qi Rong, who was carrying a large wooden basin. Looking at the chopper resting on top of it, she muttered a prayer: "Brother Zheng, may you protect us and turn misfortune into good fortune."
Yu Chunmiao finally managed to endure the ointment application and glanced around the room. The bed had been changed, and even the bedding was new.
It was red.
Yu Chunmiao understood immediately.
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