My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 1186 - 1192: Sweet Whispers

Tan Zhenghong said impatiently, "Cousin, I don’t have time to entertain you right now. Why don’t you and Zi Jun go back first? Once Duo’er is better, I will go to the Niu Family to express my thanks."

"I’m just trying to be helpful. If you don’t want to listen, I won’t say it again in the future. Let me accompany you to see Duo’er."

Wang Yun had a keen sense of propriety and immediately dropped the subject.

Tan Zhenghong was deeply in love with Qiao Duo’er. His heart must be heavy with sorrow at her sudden critical condition.

But she had plenty of time. After Qiao Duo’er passed away, she would find a way to sow discord between Tan Zhenghong and the Green Group.

If it didn’t work once, then twice; there would eventually be a successful attempt.

Just as they reached the entrance, Ruyi blocked Wang Yun’s path.

"Our Madam has just gone to sleep and it is inconvenient for her to receive guests."

"Then I’ll take Jun’er and go back first," Wang Yun said sheepishly.

Having been put in her place by a Maid, she had lost face and couldn’t stay any longer.

Niu Zijun was very angry, "Uncle, Mother and I have been waiting for you at the door for so long. We’re almost starving to death. Can you really bear to send us away?"

"Ruyi, take them to the dining hall."

Ruyi could not go against the adult’s wishes in front of outsiders, so she led them away with reluctance in her heart.

What did they mean by waiting outside for so long?

Wasn’t he implying that if the master of the house was not present, someone would bully them, mother and son?

And she had only wanted to prevent Wang Yun from disturbing the Madam. How did that turn into sending people away?

Neither mother nor son was good!

She hoped the Madam would recover soon and get rid of them at the earliest.

Before leaving, Wang Yun craned her neck to peek inside but could not see clearly through the beaded curtain.

As Tan Zhenghong entered the room and saw the big and two small figures asleep on the bed, his heart ached even more.

"Duo’er, the place you used to live in was very good, but there was no me, no children of ours. You surely prefer it here, right? You need to hold on. You can’t leave us. You said we’re supposed to stay together forever, witnessing the Green Group marry and have children, dressing up Tangyuan into the prettiest bride to send her off to her wedding. And when we’re old, leaning on canes to watch the sunrise and sunset together..."

Tan Zhenghong whispered into Duo’er’s ear.

They still had so many things undone. How could she leave?

At that moment, Qiao Duo’er felt as if she were floating in darkness, no direction, no endpoint, and no visibility to the end.

Suddenly, a tender, deep voice reached her—it was Tan Zhenghong!

Right, she couldn’t go on like this. She couldn’t make him and the children worry.

Duo’er slowly opened her eyes and said with a hoarse voice, "Ah Hong, you’re hurt."

"Just a minor injury, nothing serious. But you’ve been sleeping so long and didn’t say a word to me."

Tan Zhenghong smiled slightly, yet tears uncontrollably slid down his face.

"You’re fooling me again. You broke it, didn’t you?"

Tan Zhenghong frankly admitted, "Bai Yifan’s medical skills are better than yours. Thanks to him, I didn’t have to endure excruciating pain."

Qiao Duo’er couldn’t help but smile. Back then, Tan Zhenghong was just a brash young man who had gritted his teeth and bore the pain.

If it were now, he would surely be acting spoiled, begging for favors.

"Are you hungry? I’ll go get you something to eat."

Qiao Duo’er was about to refuse, but thinking that Tan Zhenghong also hadn’t eaten properly for several days, she nodded her head. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Bai Yifan had instructed that Qiao Duo’er could only eat white porridge, which the kitchen had been keeping ready. Tan Zhenghong directly served a bowl.

While passing the dining hall, he overheard Niu Zijun’s complaints.

"Mother, Uncle really doesn’t take me seriously, just giving me such unpalatable food and expecting me to be content. It’s not even as good as what we have at home." Niu Zijun pushed the bowl of white porridge aside.

How could he eat when neither dish contained even a bit of minced meat?