klisemfg Chapter 1347 Sick
Chapter 1347 Sick
She curled her lips in a mocking smile, then got up and went to take a cold shower.
That night, she developed a severe high fever.
She struggled to crawl to Lin Zhen'er's courtyard and begged for help: "I'm in so much pain all over my body, please, Zhen'er, go and fetch a doctor for me!"
Lin Zhen'er was startled and quickly sent someone to invite Lin Yiwan.
By the time she arrived, Rong Zhiyu had already fallen into a coma.
When Lin Yiwan saw her disheveled appearance, she immediately frowned.
She thought to herself, Rong Zhiyu is really a ruthless person, actually using his own body to fight back.
She narrowed her eyes and calmly administered acupuncture to revive her.
Rong Zhiyu opened her eyes and coughed weakly. She said apologetically, "Madam Hou, I'm sorry to have troubled you again!"
Lin Yiwan said with concern, "Miss Rong, why are you being so formal? You are Amu's savior. If anything were to happen to you, what would outsiders think of our Zhanyi Marquis's mansion?"
As she spoke, she instructed the maidservant waiting beside her: "Quickly bring a bowl of warm ginseng soup. Miss Rong is weak and needs to be nourished."
Rong Zhiyu gently shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears, as if she were suppressing her grievances. Her voice was choked with sobs: "No need, Madam. I am so useless. Staying in the Marquis's mansion will only waste the mansion's medicinal herbs and cause you trouble. It would be better... better for me to leave here today and find a quiet place to fend for myself."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yiwan's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
She naturally didn't believe that Rong Zhiyu would really seek out some secluded place to fend for himself, but if the grievance and determination in his words were to spread, those who didn't know the situation would inevitably think that he couldn't tolerate his savior.
She said in a deep voice, "Miss Rong, what are you saying? The Marquis's mansion is not short of medicinal herbs. Your injuries have not yet healed. If you leave now and something goes wrong on the way, it will make us bear the blame."
Rong Zhiyu lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath them. Her voice was full of desolation: "Living here without a proper title, the servants in the mansion will inevitably point fingers at me. I feel really uneasy looking into their eyes."
As she spoke, she struggled to sit up, but the moment she moved, it aggravated her wounds, causing her to gasp in pain. Her face paled instantly, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, making her look exceptionally pitiful.
Lin Yiwan reached out and pressed her down, saying in a deep voice, "Lie still and don't move around! If you aggravate your injuries, you'll be the one who suffers."
She knew in her heart that Rong Zhiyu was deliberately playing the victim to force her to give in.
However, since the other party is in a position of being a savior and has adopted such a humble attitude, it would be beneath me to refuse them firmly.
Rong Zhiyu was held down and unable to move. The tears in her eyes finally slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the pillow, spreading out a small wet stain.
She choked up, "Madam Hou, I know you are kind-hearted, but I really can't stay here any longer."
She raised her tearful eyes and looked at Lin Yiwan, her tone pleading: "I only ask that you grant my request, Madam, and let me leave this place. No matter how bitter or difficult my life becomes in the future, I will never blame the Marquis's Mansion, nor will I say a single bad word about it to outsiders."
She paused, then added, "When I saved Young Master Mu that day, it wasn't for any reward from the Marquis's mansion; it was just a small favor. Although my injuries are severe, I can still walk with difficulty. I can find a small house and do some needlework for others to make a living. It's better than staying in the Marquis's mansion and becoming a burden that people despise."
Lin Yiwan remained silent, her gaze fixed on Rong Zhiyu's tear-streaked face, her mind racing.
Rong Zhiyu's thoughts were somewhat predictable. The other party probably felt that staying in the Marquis's mansion would prevent her from getting close to Amu, so she used this method to force her to give in, hoping to gain more freedom or make her feel more guilty towards her, so that she could act more easily in the future.
If Rong Zhiyu were to leave, given her personality, she might not actually live a peaceful life. She might even deliberately spread rumors that are detrimental to the Marquis's mansion, which would only cause more trouble.
But if he didn't let her leave, her crying, making a scene, and playing the victim were difficult for him to handle. After all, she was his savior, and if he went too far, he would inevitably give others cause for gossip.
"Miss Rong, please calm down." Lin Yiwan spoke slowly, her tone much calmer. "We can discuss leaving later. Your most important thing right now is to recover. We can talk about everything else once you've fully healed."
"No!" Rong Zhiyu immediately retorted, her voice tinged with urgency.
She gritted her teeth and said, "I must leave today! If Madam refuses to grant my request, then... then I can only kowtow to Madam here to thank her for her care these past few days, and then leave on my own!"
As she spoke, she struggled to get out of bed and kowtow. Upon seeing this, Lin Yiwan's face darkened: "Miss Rong, why are you making things difficult for yourself and for me?"
She knew that Rong Zhiyu was determined to force her to give in, and if she didn't back down, the other party might do something even more extreme.
Rong Zhiyu stopped what she was doing, looking at Lin Yiwan with teary eyes, her tone filled with despair: "I didn't mean to make things difficult for you, Madam, but I really can't stay here any longer. If you don't let me leave, I'll only suffer day and night if I stay here, and my injuries will probably never heal. In that case, it will only cause you more trouble."
Her words were like a soft knife, gently cutting into Lin Yiwan's heart. It was clear she was using her body as a bargaining chip, betting that Lin Yiwan wouldn't dare risk the reputation of the Marquis's mansion and her life.
Lin Yiwan knew in her heart that if she continued to insist, the Marquis's mansion would only suffer.
A maidservant brought in ginseng soup. Seeing the heavy atmosphere in the room, she didn't dare to say anything and carefully placed the soup on the small table by the bedside.
Lin Yiwan took a deep breath, suppressing her displeasure, and softened her tone: "Miss Rong, I know you feel wronged. If any of the servants in the manor say anything disrespectful, please tell me, and I will certainly teach them a lesson and never let them gossip again. Just stay here and recover from your injuries, and don't mention leaving again, okay?"
Rong Zhiyu shook his head, his eyes resolute: "Thank you for your kindness, Madam, but my mind is made up. Rather than staying here and having to watch other people's faces, I'd rather be free and at ease outside. If Madam truly remembers the kindness you showed me back then, please grant my request."
As she spoke, she began to struggle to get out of bed again, as if she would never give up unless Lin Yiwan agreed.
Seeing her resolute appearance, Lin Yiwan gritted her teeth inwardly.
She knew that Rong Zhiyu was certain she wouldn't truly abandon her. If she were to leave, given Rong Zhiyu's methods, she might find another opportunity to get close to Amu.