Quick Wear: The male protagonists all fell in love with her at first sight

Standing not far away, Madam He stared intently at Jiang Rou's figure. All the noise around her seemed irrelevant to her; her eyes were only on that frail figure.

After years of separation, her daughter, whom she had longed for day and night, now stood before her. Why did she feel fear? She dared not look into those eyes that were so identical to her own; she was afraid to see hatred in them.

How could she not hate him? She was the one who personally agreed to the marriage, thus pushing her daughter into this abyss.

Madam He felt a pang of sorrow in her heart. She wanted to speak, but her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't utter a sound. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and all her words finally turned into a cautious, soft call: "Rou'er!"

Hearing that familiar tone, Jiang Rou's eyes, which had been dry from crying in previous years, welled up with tears again. Looking at the person in front of her, countless grievances suddenly surged in her heart. All the pain and sorrow that she had been suppressing in the past seemed to have broken free from their cage at this moment.

Jiang Rou, who used to be so reserved, had lost her composure. Like a fledgling, she rushed into He Shi's arms. Smelling the familiar scent, all the bitterness she had silently swallowed turned into tears, which fell freely into her mother's arms.

"Mother," Jiang Rou called out again and again, her voice filled with longing like a child's.

With each call she made, He's heart ached even more. She responded with a choked voice, gently patting Jiang Rou's trembling back as she did when they were children.

The mother and daughter embraced quietly until Jiang Rou cried until she was exhausted and her body went limp, at which point she slipped out of He's arms.

Seeing this, Sheng Qing, who was hiding in the shadows, was about to make a move when he saw that Jiang Rou had been steadily supported by Madam He. He unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. If something had happened to Madam Jiang under his nose, not only would the young master blame him, but he himself would probably not have let himself off the hook.

After a moment's thought, Sheng Qing let out a few bird calls and whispered into the darkness, "Go see the young master and tell him that Miss Jiang is heartbroken from being with her family and is nearly fainting."

After giving instructions, Sheng Qing continued to remain hidden in the shadows. There were many people around, and he needed to keep a close watch on Jiang Rou to ensure her safety.

Jiang Rou was also helped to a nearby room to rest. Her eyes were red and swollen like two soaked lychees, and her face was slightly pale from exhaustion. Despite this, her eyes were fixed on Madam He, and her hands were tightly holding Madam He's hands.

Mrs. He's eyes were filled with worry, and her voice was tense: "Is there anything else that's bothering you? Would you like the doctor to come and take a look?"

Jiang Rou shook her head slightly. She had been crying for most of the day, and her voice was already hoarse. Her voice sounded like a soft sob: "Mother, don't worry, I'm fine." After saying that, she wanted to smile at Madam He for fear of worrying her, but she could only show an expression that was even more unsightly than crying.

Jiang Wei squatted by the bedside, her eyes fixed on Jiang Rou's face, her brows furrowed with concern: "Sister, don't be stubborn."

Looking at her still-childish face, Jiang Rou smiled slightly, gently rubbing Jiang Wei's cheek. Feeling the soft touch under her hand, Jiang Rou's voice was as gentle as a spring spring soaked in honey, and she spoke slowly: "Sister is really alright, Wei'er, don't worry."

Feeling her sister's touch, Jiang Wei happily squinted her eyes, like a cat revealing its soft belly. She leaned closer to Jiang Rou, gently wrapped her arms around Jiang Rou's slender waist, rubbed her cheek against her shoulder, and said in a soft and sweet voice, "Sister, I missed you so much," her tone gentle and clingy.

Watching her two daughters interact, Mrs. He's eyes welled up with tears again, and the handkerchief in her hand was stained with new tear stains.

Jiang Wei noticed He Shi's emotions and reluctantly got up from Jiang Rou's warm embrace. She knew her mother's guilt and regret for marrying her sister into the Marquis's mansion. She didn't know how many prayer cushions in the small Buddhist shrine at home had been worn out.

So Jiang Wei made an excuse and left the room with Cui Tao, leaving only the mother and daughter in the room. For a moment, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

He's gaze traced her daughter's outline. It is said that a child is a piece of flesh on a mother's body, and Jiang Rou's flesh was the piece that grew on the tip of her heart. If others touched it, it would bleed profusely and cause her to faint from the pain.

This was her first child. How could she not know how stubborn Jiang Rourou was beneath her gentle appearance? How could she not know that although she was easygoing, she had a unique pride in her eyes?

How could she not see the lifelessness in Jiang Rou's eyes now, like a stagnant pool without any ripples? She was afraid; she was afraid that if she was too late, she would never see her Rou'er again.

"I'm sorry, Mother is so sorry," Madam He's voice was filled with grief, almost a low growl. She was filled with regret and hatred. How much suffering had her Rou'er endured to have eyes as lifeless as an eighty-year-old woman's?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he hugged Jiang Rou even tighter.

Hearing the crying from inside the room, Jiang Wei's eyes also reddened. She clenched her fists tightly, and a thought suddenly came to mind.

Suppressing the jumbled thoughts in her mind, Jiang Wei pulled Cui Tao to a secluded spot. Looking at the old and new wounds on her hands, she felt a dull ache in her heart. She had also seen the crisscrossing wounds on her sister's back when she hugged her earlier.

"Sister Xiaotao, can you tell me about your life these past years? I want to know," Jiang Wei said with difficulty.

Xiao Tao was already crying uncontrollably, and upon hearing Jiang Wei's words, she became even more sorrowful: "Second Miss, Miss...."

By the time Xie Jingci arrived, Jiang Rou and Madam He had calmed down. Jiang Rou leaned against her mother's chest like a child, clutching the front of Madam He's clothes tightly with both hands, just like when she was a child, full of dependence.

Seeing this, Xie Jingci's heart softened. His gaze met Jiang Rou's swollen eyes, which looked like rotten peaches, and he felt worried. He clenched the ointment in his palm tightly.

He hummed a tune and gently patted Jiang Rou's back. Soon, Jiang Rou's even breathing could be heard.

After tucking Jiang Rou in, Madam He gazed tenderly at her by the lamplight, her eyes overflowing with affection – the best interpretation of maternal love.

When Jiang Wei pushed the door open and came in, she said softly to Madam He, "Mother, a nanny has come and says she wants to see you."

He patted Jiang Wei's hand, straightened her clothes, and walked gracefully outside. Jiang Wei gestured for Cui Tao to stay and followed her out.

As the conversation outside faded into the distance, Cui Tao tried to open the door to go out and see what was happening, but suddenly her body went limp.

Sheng Qing helped Cui Tao up, silently apologizing in his heart, but without hesitation, he led Cui Tao out and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

Jiang Rou's hair was half-loose, with a few strands of black hair falling down her cheeks, damp with a light sheen of sweat. Her eyelashes, like butterfly wings, gently covered the soft waves in her eyes, and a faint smile played on her lips, as if she were lost in a sweet dream.

The candlelight illuminated Xie Jingci's profile as he gazed down at the person on the bed. His usual coldness faded from his eyes, replaced by a gentle warmth, like moonlight enveloping fine snow, soft and without edges.

He bent down and sat on the edge of the bed, took out the small medicine bottle that had been lying in his palm for a long time, and gently touched Jiang Rou's red and swollen eyes with his fingertips. Seeing that her eyelids shrank, Xie Jingci's movements became even gentler.

Jiang Rou saw this scene through the broadcast from 021, a smile playing on her lips, and asked slowly, "021, you've already said what he'll do about tonight's events?"

021 pursed her lips speechlessly, glanced at Xie Jingci with sympathy, and then followed Jiang Rou's instructions without hesitation.