“Isn’t it obvious what Dad meant?
Can’t you understand?
Dad is saying, as Yimo’s wife, you taking care of his bedridden younger brother is the most suitable arrangement.
It’s much better than having a man clean him, wash him, and deal with his excrement and urine!” Liu Lin explained on behalf of Mr.
Xiang.
She emphasized the words dealing with excrement and urine, her lips curled into a half-smile as she cast a triumphant glance at Zhong Lingling.
It was as if she was saying that if it wasn’t for Yimo’s severe illness, someone of Zhong Lingling’s background would never have even dreamed of marrying into the Xiang Family.
Mr.
Xiang’s face showed embarrassment, but he still nodded, agreeing with Liu Lin’s point.
Zhong Lingling felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water from head to toe.
Just moments ago, she thought Mr.
Xiang was especially kind and cordial; it turned out his polite apologies were for a reason: He spent a lot of money to marry her into the family, not for love, but to hire an advanced nanny to take care of his son.
“Lingling, given Yimo’s condition, he can’t take care of himself.
Having a man look after him all year round has already ignited gossip.
No nanny is willing to take on such a job.
Of course, if Yimo happens to wake up and finds a female nanny attending to his daily life, he would certainly feel embarrassed.
Therefore, only you, his wife, helping him, caring for him, and loving him is natural and right!”
“Dad, you don’t need to say anymore, I understand.
I will take good care of Yimo!” Zhong Lingling’s expression remained calm.
But inside, her heart ached as if it were being sliced with a knife.
Her self-esteem felt as if it had been brutally stabbed, and she barely managed to stop the tears from falling shamefully.
However, she had sworn to herself not to cry!
She should have realized that for a wealthy household like the Xiang Family, marrying a poor girl like her wasn’t as simple as it seemed.
What she really detested was the hypocrisy behind their false compassion.
She had thought that Mr.
Xiang really cared for her as a daughter-in-law, but in reality, to avoid gossip, he was willing to leave his nearly dying, practically paralytic son in her care.
“I’m full, everyone please continue!” Zhong Lingling forced a small smile.
And with that, she excused herself from the table first.
Shortly thereafter, everyone else also began to leave their seats one by one.
Xiaobing followed behind Zhong Lingling.
“Xiaobing, you must know about Xiaojin leaving, right?” Zhong Lingling moved with hurried steps.
She wanted to get away from the main house as quickly as possible and retreat to her large suite.
“I know, but…,” Xiaobing hesitated, unsure if she should speak.
“But it wasn’t Xiaojin who resigned—it was the master who wanted Xiaojin to leave!”
“What?
Wasn’t Xiaojin taking good care of him?
Why would they want him to leave?” Could it be because her family, the Zhongs, had received a substantial betrothal gift, and now the Xiang Family was trying to find difficulties for her?
Taking care of Yimo should be an unquestionable matter, but after all, she was a twenty-year-old girl.
Did Mr.
Xiang not consider how embarrassing it would be for her to wash Yimo’s body and deal with his waste?
“Actually, the master was very satisfied with how Xiaojin took care of the young master!
But, you don’t know how people outside are talking.
They say the Third Young Master has bad luck and can’t even enjoy the fortune of women.
The master, in a fit of anger and after taking the advice of the High Monk, decided to arrange a marriage for the young master.
Firstly, to seek joy to cure the illness, and secondly, to have the young master’s wife care for him!
Shh!
I heard all this, please don’t blame me for gossiping!” Xiaobing looked around fearfully.