All the household chores at Jingxiang Pavilion were done by Xiaobing; she just needed to take care of Xiang Yimo, and now that Xiang Yimo was still asleep, she had nothing else to do.
Maybe she could read for a bit.
Zhong Lingling entered the study, picked up a book, and casually noticed an open book on the desk.
She smiled, didn’t think much of it, and put the book from the desk back onto the bookshelf.
It must have been Xiaojin who looked through the books in the study out of boredom while Xiang Yimo was sleeping, Zhong Lingling assumed.
She chose a novel and returned to the master bedroom to read by the bedside.
The reason she chose to read in the master bedroom instead of the study was that she worried if she got engrossed in the book and didn’t notice if Xiang Yimo woke up, it would be problematic.
Zhong Lingling had read about a dozen pages of the book when she suddenly felt something was off.
A not-so-pleasant smell wafted over, and at first, she froze.
What’s this smell?
So strange?
By the time she realized what the smell was, it struck her as if she had been electrocuted, and she immediately put down the book.
Xiang Yimo had defecated!
She was thrown into a panic.
Initially, she thought this shouldn’t be a big deal, but it was only when it actually happened that she realized how embarrassing it was.
Stay calm!
He’s just a baby!
He’s just a baby!
No, no, no!
I’m his wife!
Or rather, I’m just a nurse!
Zhong Lingling fiercely tried to mentally prepare herself and then lifted the blanket off Xiang Yimo.
What greeted her eyes was the strong physique of a man.
Although Zhong Lingling had had a boyfriend before, their relationship was very pure.
Still a virgin who had yet to experience such things, she was so startled by the sight that she screamed and quickly closed her eyes.
It turned out that to make caregiving easier during the day, Xiaojin would only dress Xiang Yimo in an upper garment.
Consequently, with a special design, the excrement would directly go into a bucket under the bed, and then they would just cover him with a thick blanket.
No wonder Old Master Xiang was eager to find a wife for his son; having a man do such work without arousing gossip would truly be odd.
She quickly covered Xiang Yimo with the blanket again.
Zhong Lingling took out the bucket from under the bed, then dashed into the bathroom.
After repeatedly cleaning it, she returned the bucket to its place.
Only then did she bring a basin of warm water to clean Xiang Yimo’s body.
Alright, I promised to take good care of you, and if I can’t handle even this much, then how can I make sworn assurances to Old Master Xiang?
He’s just a patient with no ability to care for himself; he’s so pitiful, I have to help him.
Overcoming the mental barrier, Zhong Lingling once again lifted the blanket.
This time, it wasn’t nearly as awkward.
She wrung out the wet cloth until the water droplets sang as they fell back into the metal basin.
Just as she was about to wipe down Xiang Yimo, she suddenly felt a cold stare on her.
“What are you doing?” the man’s voice was cold and embarrassed, coming from above her.
Zhong Lingling was startled.
When she looked up, she found Xiang Yimo staring at her with a complex expression, his face alternating between white and red, awkwardly struggling with all his might trying to roll off the bed.
“Woman, have you gone mad?” His weak voice roared.
“Where the hell is that rascal Xiaojin slacking off!”
Zhong Lingling was completely stunned, and the wet cloth in her hand fell back into the basin, splashing water everywhere.
“Um, Xiang Yimo, calm down and listen to me!” Before Zhong Lingling could explain, Xiang Yimo had already rolled off the bed onto the floor.
If the medication had completely worn off by now, he couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t strangle the woman in front of him.