The Lady's Sickly Husband

C83. Uncle Jing

Su Qi never expected to see her in here!

The light-blue figure floating over snow made Su Qi stunned and smiled again. This time, it wasn't an uncaring smile, but one that could make others feel warm.

She still laughed heartedly and carefreely as usual. Still so...beautiful!

Mr. Tong's eyes were focused on his son and didn't see Su Qi's facial expression.

The butler reminded, "Master. It's been an hour after lunch time. Do you think we should go to remind Mrs. Ning?" Master had ordered that no one shall enter the garden in case that lord might be startled.

Therefore, before Mo Qianxue took lord back, the lunch couldn't be served.

"Well. Let me go. You take Qi to the living room. I'll be right there..."

Mr. Tong didn't finish yet when Su Qi cut in with a smile, "Don't bother, granduncle. I go with you so that I can meet uncle Jing. When I come back, I can tell grandma his recent condition. She will be happy to know that uncle Jing is getting better. You don't know when mentioning uncle Jing grandma would..."

Mr. Tong couldn't turn him down.

After all, he had witnessed Qi growing up from a child and liked him very much.

When young people got together, the atmosphere could be lighter. Thinking of this, Mr. Tong replied, "Good. Follow me. When you go back home, tell your grandma not to worry about Jing anymore."

Walking several steps, Mr. Tong recalled that Su Qi was a mischievous boy, so he urged him, "Qi, remember to be careful not to scare your uncle."

"I won't mess around. Relax, granduncle." Su Qi responded and followed behind Mr. Tong. He also wished to see Mrs. Ning earlier.

He hadn't talked with her for a long time. The last time he saw her was on that day from afar across the river.

Seeing people coming, Tong Zijing raised his head out of vigilance.

When he confirmed it was Mr. Tong, his hand shook so violent that even the snow in his hand dropped to the ground.

He instantly hid behind Mo Qianxue.

Mr. Tong was sorrowful at this scene and tried best to force a pleasing smile, "Jing, are you hungry? Let's have lunch, okay?"

Tong Zijing stood behind Mo Qianxue, clutching the corner of her clothes and desperately shaking his head.

He didn't want to go back to the cage.

Mo Qianxue was surprised to see Su Qi coming together with Mr. Tong.

She was even more surprised at Tong Zijing's reaction when he saw Mr. Tong. Why Su Qi showed up had nothing to do with her, as long as he didn't mean to find her any trouble.

She waved her head, pondering on the scene. Yesterday, Tong Zijing didn't display such aversion against Mr. Tong. He only regarded him as a stranger.

On a second thought, she understood: as Tong Zijing's ability of reasoning restored, he certainly demonstrated likes and dislikes towards different people, which was a good sign. If there was aversion, he must vent it. When all the suppressed emotions were vented out, it would be a watershed of his recovery.

This thought made Mo Qianxue cheered up. She looked at Tong Zijing, "Brother. Humans eat lunch, or we'll be hungry and have no strength. Without energy, how could we grow taller? Shall we eat lunch here in the pavilion? Let them take lunch here, okay?"

What Tong Zijing hated was to go back to his room. As for whether to have lunch didn't matter to him.

So he nodded.