CHAPTER 126: 121: YOU REALLY ARE A HANDFUL 2_3

Lai Yang was still watching Zhang Ziyan’s drama series. When he saw her part had ended, he grinned cheekily and requested, "I want to drink the banana milkshake you make..."

Ning Guiwan closed her laptop. "Why not call the kitchen to make it and bring it up?"

"The ones from the kitchen don’t have your special touch; yours are much tastier." Lai Yang blinked his large eyes.

Ning Guiwan: "..."

As she reached the first floor, passing by Old Madam Quan’s room, she vaguely heard the sound of opera coming from inside. Ning Guiwan paused. Just then, Butler Fang approached with a glass of milk. Ning Guiwan glanced at the elderly lady’s door and asked, "Why hasn’t Madam Quan slept yet?"

Butler Fang looked worried. "Old Madam Quan has been having trouble sleeping lately. The doctors examined her but couldn’t find anything wrong. They just said it might be due to excessive worry and advised her to try and relax."

"But you know, with all the stress about your and Sir’s marriage, how could she possibly relax? She’s so worried her hair is turning white."

Ning Guiwan pursed her lips.

Butler Fang glanced at her, then added, "Old Madam Quan’s greatest wish now is to see you marry into a good family, and for Sir to get married and start a family. But alas, even such a simple wish is proving so difficult to fulfill..."

"Recently, Old Madam Quan has been dreaming about her son who died young over thirty years ago. She’s constantly worried she won’t live to see you and Sir get married and start your own families..."

Upon hearing this, Ning Guiwan felt a chill creep into her heart.

She remembered her maternal grandmother mentioning that Madam Quan had been married and had a son before marrying Grandpa Quan.

She had also heard that it wasn’t a good omen for someone who was ill to dream of deceased relatives...

"HISS!" Suddenly, her finger stung with pain.

Before Ning Guiwan could react, her injured finger was caught by a large hand.

A deep, displeased male voice sounded beside her ear, "You’re quite a handful."

She finally saw the person in front of her clearly. She was momentarily dazed. She blinked her beautiful eyes, as if to confirm, then asked, "When did you get back?"

Quan Yu’s face was stern as he held her injured finger, letting the bright red blood drip into the sink.

The wound was deep, and it took a while for the bleeding to stop.

A maid brought over a first-aid kit. Quan Yu pulled Ning Guiwan to the dining table and had her sit down. Watching the man bend down to treat her wound, Ning Guiwan couldn’t recall how many times this had happened.

Her finger was held firmly in his grip. As the alcohol-soaked cotton swab dabbed her skin, it felt cool, followed by a stinging pain. That tiny, sharp pain seemed to have a life of its own, burrowing from her skin deep into her heart.

Under the light, the man’s thin lips were lightly pursed. Their pale color gave him an air of cool restraint. But when he lifted his gaze, a hint of tenderness seemed to surface in his eyes. His pupils, not sharply defined, were veiled by a mist, making it easy to lose oneself in their depths.

"Did that hurt?" Quan Yu asked, his voice low and gentle. His prominent, well-defined Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he spoke, an indescribably sexy movement.

Ning Guiwan averted her gaze, her heart pounding in her chest as an unfamiliar, irrepressible emotion welled up inside her.

"No. I’m just troubling you again."

Quan Yu lowered his gaze again. "You were distracted earlier. What were you thinking about?"

Ning Guiwan looked at him. "Madam Quan hasn’t been sleeping well lately. The doctor said she’s been worrying too much..."

As her son, Quan Yu naturally knew this.

He looked at Ning Guiwan, his gaze deep and sharp. "What are you trying to say?"

Although it was a question, his eyes clearly indicated he already knew what she was going to say.

Under his penetrating gaze, Ning Guiwan opened her mouth, but the words she had intended to say wouldn’t come out. After pursing her lips in silence for a moment, she finally said, "Madam Quan isn’t well, and she’s getting on in years. I think... as her family, we shouldn’t let her worry so much..."