The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class

Chapter 180

“He was punished by our grandmother to kneel in the ancestral hall.” Zong Wenxiu said.

“Oh, he deserved it. Not beating him was already light,” Zong Jincheng commented without hesitation.

Zong Wenxiu: “???”

This really doesn’t sound like something you’d say.

He thought his younger brother would plead for He Zheng, as they had been childhood friends who grew up together. It seemed his brother had indeed matured, which made him very pleased.

The two brothers had nothing more to say. Zong Jincheng peeked inside but didn’t dare to enter. When Cui Zhi came out, the mischievous young master quickly asked: “Is she awake yet?”

Cui Zhi shook her head, “Not yet. If you’re worried, you can go in and take a look.”

The young master immediately withdrew his gaze and said awkwardly, “I’m not worried about her.”

Cui Zhi shook her head helplessly and continued to have someone else bring a fresh ice cloth.

The old marquis spoke up, “Wenxiu, Jincheng, you two should go study first. If Wan'er wakes up, I’ll have someone inform you.”@@@@

Zong Wenxiu was worried, “But...”

“Go ahead. Waiting here is of no use. We’ll keep watch here. Study well so you won’t let your aunt down for her teachings to you.”

“Yes, grandfather. We’ll go now.” Zong Wenxiu understood and immediately tried to pull his brother away.

However, Zong Jincheng broke free and ran inside to see Xu Wan.

There was a palace physician taking her pulse by the bed, while his grandmother and second aunt stood by waiting. Xu Wan, lying on the bed, looked haggard and flushed, clearly still running a high fever.

The Xu Wan who had always bullied him relentlessly and made him feel like a worthless waste was now lying there so weakly, devoid of any vitality.

Long ago, he had wished to see Xu Wan fall ill, so she would have no time to control him. But now, he felt no joy at all, even thinking it was unfair to win this way.

Even if he wanted to defeat Xu Wan, it should be openly and fairly. What was this?

Zong Jincheng turned and ran out.

Zong Wenxiu didn’t understand why but quickly bid farewell to his grandfather and chased after him, “Jincheng, slow down. Wait for me.”

The young master kicked flowers and grass along the way, his mood utterly terrible. He followed his brother to the grand study in a daze, and only when school was finally dismissed at noon did he hear Shunzi say that Xu Wan had woken up.

With that, he really came over with the tray in hand, holding a bowl of pork porridge meant for her.

Xu Wan was stunned. She had already felt something was different about this boy lately, and now it felt even stranger. The little rascal suddenly became so agreeable and mild-tempered, not as sharp-tongued as before.

He was about to place the tray on the small table and bring the porridge over...

Before Xu Wan could figure it out, her mouth had already spoken, “Give me the spoon, I’ll do it myself.”

Zong Jincheng felt he was being looked down on, immediately raising his voice, “No! Can you even hold it? And you still feel contempt for me?”

Xu Wan shook her head in dismay, "Can't hold it, which is why I only asked for the spoon."

Zong Jincheng: “......”

He had overthought it, assuming she wanted to hold the bowl herself.

He handed her the spoon and held the bowl closer. Awkwardly, he asked, “Really don’t need me to feed you? If you regret it later, I won’t do it again.”

Xu Wan started eating with the spoon. After swallowing a mouthful, she replied, “No, don’t you know how childish it is to ask people to feed you? I like doing things on my own. Independent. Independence. Understand?”

And then, getting sick, huh?

“Otherwise? You going to get sick with me?” Xu Wan continued to argue while eating.

Zong Jincheng rolled his eyes, “You wish! I’m as healthy as an ox, much sturdier than you! I’d never get sick with you!”

“Oh, Bull Demon King.” Xu Wan replied dismissively.

Zong Jincheng: “!!!”

Dammit, she was giving him a nickname, and such a horrible one!!!

The young master felt his anger rising fast. He was ready to blow his top at any moment. Even Xu Wan could predict he was about to throw the bowl and storm out, but instead, the boy just glared fiercely at her with his face flushed in anger, then continued sitting by the bed, holding the bowl for her.

“?”

Xu Wan was surprised.

He wasn’t even angry? Not snapping back either? How strange.

Had this little rascal secretly enrolled in an anger management class behind her back?