CHAPTER 1108: 1186: THE RUSE OF SELF-INJURY, THIS THING, IS TRULY THE WORST OF THE WORST.

"Wife master, look, I’ve stored up some durians, and this man didn’t even kneel on them. Clearly, his apology is not sincere enough! Let him kneel, after all, he’s strong, and even if he gets sick from kneeling, isn’t Xiao Hui here? My Xiao Hui understands medical skills, even if he falls ill, she can cure him! We really need to think about how to punish him properly!"

Dong Huiying: "..."

She sighed and then helped Liang Zhichen up.

"Are you still angry?" As he got up, he carefully asked.

Dong Huiying: "..." Her mouth twitched heavily, "I don’t like this!"

The trick of playing the victim is really the worst.

She glared at him, then said to Shujun, "Get some hot water ready, otherwise if he gets sick, it’s me who will be troubled in the end."

Shujun chuckled, "Okay, I’ll call someone over right away!"

So, Liang Zhichen was ushered into the house, and the servants brought in a large wooden tub, filled more than halfway with bath water.

The man sneezed; he had knelt in the wind and rain all night — even a body of iron couldn’t withstand that.

Besides...

Dong Huiying glanced at him, then— "Hmph!"

With a flick of her long sleeves, she was about to leave when the man called out to her.

"I know I’m wrong."

He walked towards his wife master and hugged her from the back. His clothes were wet, and his body was cold.

The little wife master shivered slightly and then looked at him with anger. "Hurry up and take a bath, soak in hot water to drive away the cold!"

She pushed the man away and left without looking back.

Man: "Hey—!!"

A long time after, the wife master brewed a big pot of ginger soup. She carried the entire pot into the man’s room and saw Zhichen with his back to her; he had changed into white clothes and was fastening the straps.

Hearing the wife master’s footsteps, he turned to look at her.

Dong Huiying rolled her eyes at him, "Drink it!"

The whole pot was heavily placed on the Eight Immortals table.

Liang Zhichen looked at the big pot of ginger soup and then glanced at the expressionless little wife master. He smiled good-naturedly, "Okay."

Then, without a ladle, he picked up the whole pot and started pouring the ginger soup straight into his mouth.

Dong Huiying gritted her teeth in anger. She admitted she did it on purpose, deliberately brewed a lot of ginger soup, but she didn’t mean for him to drink it all!

But look at him, taking it in stride, as if unless she stops him, he’d rather burst than not finish the whole pot of ginger soup?

Unable to bear it, she tugged at his arm and snatched the pot from him. "Enough!!"

The man looked at her and cautiously asked, "Are you still angry?"

"I—!"

Even if she was angry, she couldn’t muster it anymore.

Besides, at least he’s remembered, much better than before.

She sighed reluctantly, conceding defeat.

"When did you remember?" She looked at him, her big eyes full of confusion.

Actually, back in Jiangnan, when she first met William, she bought some herbs from him and had already concocted the medicine. But she wasn’t sure if remembering the past was a good thing for him, or...

She didn’t want to make decisions for him anymore, nor did she want to force this man. But now, suddenly, he’s remembered. How did he do it?

Liang Zhichen gently touched her, and seeing she didn’t resist, he boldly grasped her hand lightly: "It was Elder Sun."