C81 (2/2)
”What account, no money!” Shui Xin'er said confidently.
”Does that mean Miss Shui wants to eat an overlord's meal?” The shopkeeper's tone darkened. If it wasn't for money, why would you order something so expensive?
”What tyrant's meal? I'm the Prime Minister's daughter, so I won't owe you money. It's just that I don't have that much money with me right now.” Shui Xin'er opened her eyes wide and lied. She thought that this shopkeeper wouldn't dare to ask for it from the Prime Minister's Estate.
”Then on account of Prime Minister Shui … Just write a promissory note, Miss Shui. You can send the money in three days. ” The shopkeeper said.
When Shui Xin'er heard the words ”on behalf of the Prime Minister”, she was quite happy and thought that the shopkeeper would just let it go. She was the little genius of the Shui family, yet he wanted her to write a promissory note!
Shui Qiannan had no way of knowing how pissed off Shui Xin'er was and how she was forced to write an IOU. Shui Qiannan followed Little Right into a very dilapidated corner at the east side of the city.
The little boy pointed to one of the gray houses and said, ”That's my house. My mother is not well, and she's lying on the bed. That's why she didn't come out to pick you up.”
”I'm fine.” Shui Qiannan followed the little boy into the house.
The interior of the house was moist, and the smell of mildew assaulted his nostrils. The little boy glanced worriedly at Shui Qiannan, afraid that she would turn her back on him. However, Shui Qiannan did not even bat an eyelid.
”Mom, the person I told you about just now is here.” The little boy walked into the room and said.
”Quick, help me up.” The weak voice of a woman sounded from inside the room. Shui Qiannan carried Little Rascal into the room and saw a very thin woman lying on the bed.
”Miss, are you the one who helped Huan'er?” Thank you, young lady. ” She looked at Shui Qiannan and praised him. What a beautiful woman. The woman then looked at Little Rascal, one of Shui Ling's children.
”You're welcome.” She looked at the woman and discovered that her forehead was shrouded in a layer of black smoke. Shui Qiannan thought to himself that there was something wrong with her body.
Shui Qiannan placed Little Rid on the ground and said to him, ”Go play, I'll treat Little Rascal's mother.”
Little Right nodded obediently and dragged the little boy along to play with him.
Just as Shui Qiannan was about to check the girl's pulse, the woman withdrew her wrist as if she was frightened. She said, ”Thank you for your good will, Miss. I'm just physically weak.”
”If you continue like this, you won't even last two months.” Shui Qiannan said indifferently. The woman's face was filled with surprise when she heard this. A trace of panic flashed across her eyes as she said, ”Don't tell Huan'er.”
”Hold out your hand.” Shui Qiannan said.
The woman shook her head and looked expectantly at Shui Qiannan, saying, ”My illness is not going to recover, so there's no need to do anything unnecessary. ”The only person I can't let go of is Huan'er. In the future, if I go, will Miss be able to take care of Huan'er?”
”No.” Shui Qiannan rejected her mercilessly. The woman dejectedly thought that her request was indeed a bit excessive, and that there was no need for Shui Qiannan to take care of Huan'er.