The Lady's Sickly Husband

C37. Nap, the Prettiest Hand

The drama actors left and the on-looking villagers, with no more drama to watch, left too.

Sister Fang pulled Guihua to apologize to Mr. Ning, but the latter waved his sleeve and turned to directly walk into his room, leaving the two women standing there with embarrassed faces.

Mo Qianxue didn't blame them at all. In fact, she was pretty happy that they could do this for her. She had seen clearly that but for someone stopped sister Fang, she must have spoken up and offended the elders.

After all, sister Fang had tried her best. If she hadn't gone to arrange the two children and helped proven her innocence, the matter could yield such a good result.

As for sister Guihua, a widow with a daughter, Mo Qianxue could never blame her. After all, she herself was just a poor woman.

Seeing Mo Qianxue wasn't angry at all, sister Fang rested assured. Sister Guihua remained silent and went directly into the kitchen to cook lunch for them.

Seeing the matter was settled, sister Fang thought of what Ning Shaoqing had said and hurriedly pulled Mo Qianxue, "Sis, will you move out as Mr. Ning claimed?"

Mo Qianxue could tell that sister Fang really cared about her, comforting, "No, we won't. He only said that on an impulse. Now, the matter is over."

There were good guys and bad guys and fence-sitters in every village. It would be the same to live in any village. Now the disgusting couple had been driven out of the village, and the rogue had broken his legs. She didn't have to worry that someone might come and make troubles. Why did they need to move out?

Sister Fang held Mo Qianxue's hand to comfort her. She was just about to say something when she suddenly found that the hand was full of blisters and some of them had broken, revealing red flesh. She was shocked and distressed, "Sis, what happened to your hand? Why did your hand turn like this suddenly? Is it hurt..."

This series of concern and questions struck Mo Qianxue like a lightning. She sprang up and rushed to the side room.

Dear heaven! The root sculpture was waiting for her to polish. Now it was already afternoon and the sun in the west. Too late.

As she pushed open the door, the light from outside the door cast on the root sculpture and reflected back into her eyes.

Her mouth popped open: how...how possible?

Yesterday, she merely finished the carving. There were rough hairs and sharp bards on it.

Today, even the wooden texture was clearly visible and so smooth that it reflected!

Who did it? Who helped her?

She recalled that in the morning when the long big hands reaching to held her, in the palm and joints, there were many blisters...

Thinking through, Mo Qianxue dashed out of the side room.

Sister Fang was still standing at where she was, wondering, "Hey, sis. Don't hurry. What's going on?" She said and walked to the side room.

Mo Qianxue ran into sister Fang, bumping her away. Sister Fang only saw before her eyes something flashing by, and Mo Qianxue had already entered the living hall.

She shook her head and looked into the side room. The sight made her stunned.

She clearly remembered that what had been carried into the room was a branchy black-barked ugly stump.

Yet, now...dear heaven, were her eyes well?...

*

Ning Shaoqing just took off his clothes and planned to take a nap, but he heard a roaring clink footsteps rushing over followed by a bang of door-opening.

Seeing it was Mo Qianxue, he frowned and sat up, scolding, "What's wrong? Why make such a fuss?"

It seemed that he must teach her how to behave like a normal woman. When necessary, this woman could act really elegantly, but when on an impulse, she was really rude. Where were her feminine virtues?

Mo Qianxue didn't a bit cared about his tone and attitude, dragging out his hand directly from the quilt.

At the sight of the blisters full of the hand, she went tearful, "It's you, right?"

Ning Shaoqing flushed a little at her intent gaze, shily taking his hand out to hide into the quilt and rolling his eyes. The scolding and slight anger turned into innocence, "What are you talking about?"

"You helped me do the polish, right?"

"Polish? I do know how to do that?" Ning Shaoqing shook his head and lay down again, "I just think the sculpture is pretty and interesting, so I played for a while out of curiosity. Didn't I ruin it?"

"No, no...it's great!" Play? Who believed? Without a dozen hours, it couldn't be so smooth as that. Let alone the hard proof on his hands.

Mo Qianxue smiled with tears in her eyes. If he didn't want to admit, then it was unnecessary to make him.

Now everything was perfect. She could do the painting and tomorrow morning it would definitely dry up.

With the stone on her mind crashed, she became in a good mood instantly. Looking at his expression, she knew from inside and out that this shy man was being shy again. He should be shy because of having helped her! What a cute man! Mo Qianxue wanted to tease him, so she held his face and stamped a kiss on it.

Afterwards, she ran away immediately.

When reaching the door, Mo Qianxue herself couldn't help bursting into laughter and said out of nowhere, "Don't hide them. Your hands are the prettiest I've ever seen."

Mo Qianxue walked out with excitement while Ning Shaoqing's face suddenly turned burning red. He arched a pretty curve in the corners of his lips, stroking the place where he was kissed and murmuring, "Your hands are also the most beautiful ones I've ever seen."

*

In Tianxiang city, a carriage ran slowly.

Inside the carriage, while stroking the sculpture piece, Mo Qianxue praised herself for her extraordinary performance this time. This could be called perfect! The finished work even made Ning Shaoqing astonished. It was so perfect that she herself even felt unwilling to sell it.

Because she needed to carry the sculpture and Baiyunju's carriage was fully loaded with tofu, so today the carriage Mo Qianxue hired was Zhang's.

Sister Zhang had always watched closely on her man. Hearing that Mo Qianxue required her husband to help her upload the sculpture at her house, sister Zhao should follow him here. The piercing eyes started intently at sister Guihua, making the latter acting like a child who had done something wrong and only hided herself in the kitchen. She even didn't dare to look up.

This situation made Mo Qianxue completely speechless!

Xiaoqizi heard that she was the mysterious guest who had made an appointment with the yound lord Xin and hurriedly had a few men carrying the root sculpture covered by a big red cloth into the exclusive box Xin Yiming had preserved.

It was still early, and Xin Yiming hadn't shown up yet. Mo Qianxue stayed alone in the box, enjoying her tea, when suddenly the door was open.

The one coming in, dressed in luxury clothes, swinging his fan in a charming way, was no one other than the seventh young lord.

"Miss Ning came here but didn't find me. Do you forget me?" The man was still that arrogant and high-profiled. But Mo Qianxue found his words uncomfortable.

What forget? Was he someone of her?

If this was known to others, they would think she cheated her husband and had a lover.

Pressing her lips, Mo Qianxue put down the teacup, "Lord is a noble who has many businesses to handle. I didn't dare to bother you. Today I came here for business. Please forgive me if it's inconvenient for you."

She meant that he could leave when she negotiated with others.

"What a coincident! I come here also at the appointment with the host here."

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