Sister Jin and the others told her that ever since Long Xuanmo had heard the news, he had taken care of her day and night personally, and aside from cleaning her, he attended to everything else himself.

Long Xuanmo insisted, and Aunty Luo and the others didn't feel it was their place to stop him, but in consideration of her reputation, only Aunty Luo, Uncle Luo, and a few others were aware of this.

"The porridge has just been made, be careful not to burn yourself." Avoiding Yang Mengchen's hand, Long Xuanmo scooped a small spoonful of porridge, gently blew on it until he felt the temperature was right, and then brought it to Yang Mengchen's lips, "The Doctor said your stomach is weak, so for now you can only drink porridge. Once you're a bit better, you can have a more substantial meal."

Every time Long Xuanmo would say the same words, not one more, not one less. Yang Mengchen could only laugh and cry at this but would finish her meal as usual.

"Miss, Young Master Hang has arrived." At that moment, Shan Cha came in, her tone carrying a hint of unfriendliness.

Young Master Hang caused the miss to lie unconscious for a whole month. If it wasn't for Hai Tang and Lv Luo holding them back, they would have torn Young Master Hang to pieces already.

"Please invite Young Master Hang in."

A dark gleam flashed through Long Xuanmo's eyes as he poured some clean water for Yang Mengchen to rinse her mouth, and then carefully and gently wiped the corner of her lips with a cloth.

When Hang Qingming, who had followed Shan Cha into the room, saw this scene, his expression changed slightly. An indescribable emotion surged within him, but in the blink of an eye, his face regained its warm and composed appearance. Smiling, he asked Yang Mengchen, "Is Ms. Yang feeling a bit better?"

"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Hang. I am much better now." Yang Mengchen's face blushed slightly upon being seen in such close proximity to a man by an outsider.

Seemingly to provoke Hang Qingming even further, Long Xuanmo picked up a cloth from the basin on the table, wrung it out, and gently wiped Yang Mengchen's face and hands.

Sure enough, Hang Qingming's pupils shrank as that strange emotion surged even more, causing his brows to involuntarily furrow deeply.

Ever since she had awakened, Long Xuanmo had behaved like this every time. Yang Mengchen went from feeling unnatural at the beginning to gradually getting used to it. It was only after Long Xuanmo had finished wiping her face and hands that she noticed something off about Hang Qingming's complexion.

It looked like there was a layer of powder on his face, and on his neck, there were two small, faint red spots: "Is Young Master Hang feeling unwell?"

Hearing Yang Mengchen's inquiry, Hang Qingming suddenly snapped back to reality, "I may have eaten something bad a couple of days ago, but it's nothing serious." As he replied, he adjusted his collar to cover the red spots on his neck and subconsciously glanced at Long Xuanmo.

As if he hadn't seen Hang Qingming's glance, Long Xuanmo continued to gently fan Yang Mengchen, feeling immensely pleased inside.

Xiao Huaichen, though courteous on the surface, was actually quite scheming, and together with the crafty Xiao Yichen, if anyone dared to treat their loved ones with anything less than kindness, especially Ah Jiu, they wouldn't rest until that person was utterly devastated.

So it was that the brothers took matters into their own hands one night; not only did they put itching powder in the food of Hang Qingming and his two servants, but they also added a significant dose of laxative.

Hang Qingming and his servants suffered from near exhaustion from diarrhea, all the while unbearably itchy. If the innkeeper hadn't sensed something was wrong, came to check on them, and promptly summoned the Doctor, things could have been much worse.

Meanwhile, Mo Yun reported back that there was more to the medicine the two little imps used; undoubtedly, Hang Qingming and his servants would have quite the exciting days ahead of them.

"The weather is hot, Young Master Hang should take good care of himself." Yang Mengchen didn't ask further, "By the way, I wonder what brings Young Master Hang here today?"

Suppressing the turbulent emotions inside himself, Hang Qingming cupped his hands in a salute toward Yang Mengchen, his voice sincere, "I have offended you greatly before, plunging Ms. Yang into such tribulation. I am deeply remorseful and beg your forgiveness."

"This matter is not your fault, I should actually thank you." Yang Mengchen truly appreciated Hang Qingming.

If it weren't for Hang Qingming's words, she wouldn't have had an awakening, wouldn't have returned to her past life to discover the truth, wouldn't have seen her master again, wouldn't have known the causes and effects, and thus wouldn't have been able to resolve her issues and make a fresh start.

"Ms. Yang is being too serious, I hardly dare accept your words." Seeing the gloominess dissipate from Yang Mengchen's face, and sensing her transformation, Hang Qingming felt a mix of relief and loss, "I am preparing to journey back home, and I came specifically to bid farewell to Ms. Yang."

That night, Hang Qingming had mentioned that his father had suddenly fallen gravely ill. Now, delayed by a whole month because of her, Yang Mengchen understood his urgent desire to return home. She glanced sideways at Hai Tang, who immediately took out a small porcelain bottle from her bag and gave it to Hang Qingming.

"Inside this bottle is a Revival Pill. Regardless of the severity or strangeness of the ailment, the extent of the injuries, or the potency of poison one has suffered, as long as there is a breath left, taking this pill will preserve one's vital energy for a month. This is a special gift for Young Master Hang, along with my wishes for a safe journey."

Hai Tang said that Uncle Luo had given her a Revival Pill before, but for extra assurance, Big Brother Luo had gone to find Long Xuanmo to bring the Phoenix Blood Lotus.

"Thank you very much for the generous gift, Ms. Yang."

Hang Qingming had never heard of a Revival Pill, but he believed that Ms. Yang would not exaggerate. Seeing the displeasure flash in Long Xuanmo's eyes, he realized the pill must be precious, so he carefully placed it in his chest and after thinking for a moment, took out a Jade Pendant, "This Jade Pendant is my reciprocal gift for Ms. Yang."

"This gift is too precious, I cannot accept it," Yang Mengchen shook her head.

The Jade Pendant was pure white, crystal clear without a single flaw, obviously of the highest quality, and it had a character engraved on it, which likely represented Hang Qingming's identity.

Hang Qingming spoke with a deep meaning, "It's merely a Jade Pendant, Ms. Yang, please rest assured and accept it. It's not a matter of whether it's valuable or not. Perhaps in the future, you will find a use for it."

"If Ah Jiu said she won't accept it, and you still insist on her taking it, what exactly are your intentions?" Long Xuanmo glared at Hang Qingming, his eyes filled with warning and a profound, mysterious glint, his heart roiling with jealousy.

Thinking of Ah Jiu cherishing something from another man, especially an intimate item like this, he felt maddening jealousy. This man clearly had no good intentions and was deliberately trying to stir up trouble between him and Ah Jiu.

Hang Qingming raised his eyebrows, "Ms. Yang gave me a precious gift, and it's only natural for me to give something in return. What hidden motives could there be? Besides, I am giving it to Ms. Yang, not to you."

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