Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

The maidservant by the door frame immediately grabbed Chu Yan's thin body upon receiving the order, and the two maidservants behind Mrs. Chu also ran forward skillfully to help restrain the frantically struggling Chu Yan.

They were all maids who had worked before. Compared with the strength of a mere eight-year-old child, Chu Yan was naturally like an ant trying to shake a tree.

The crisp sounds never stopped in the courtyard until Madam Chu gracefully touched her forehead to signal, and then the maids let go of Chu Yan and quickly walked back to Madam Chu.

"If you were as obedient as the other brothers and sisters born to my aunts, I would naturally not even look at you."

"But you always manage to sneak out and cause trouble, bringing shame to the Chu family. This high wall and deep courtyard can't stop you, just like your lowly mother, who thought she was someone who dared to associate with a rich and powerful person and even gave birth to a son."

Madam Chu seemed to recall something, her face full of contempt, "--If you were a girl, you would have a better life." She raised her hand, and the maid behind her frowned and held up a thick stack of scriptures and hemp paper, "Come and get it at noon tomorrow."

After saying that, the maid put all the papers in the main hall, and Mrs. Chu left with her people.

Whenever someone complained to Mrs. Chu, she would come to this dilapidated courtyard and find different ways to torture Chu Yan.

All the concubines in the Chu Mansion were well taken care of by her, and none of them dared to dream of anything other than competing for favors openly or secretly.

It’s because this mistress is so powerful.

She is tough and ruthless, and has a strong family background. She is the legitimate daughter of the brother of the current left prime minister.

She and Chu Weifeng had only one son, Chu Rong, since they got married, so she was very careful about the children born to other people.

After learning that Chu Weifeng had a one-night stand in a brothel and had someone plot to leave behind a child in the Chu family, even a son, she made a fuss. Fortunately, Chu Weifeng also disliked Chu Yan, so she slowly took pleasure in torturing Chu Yan.

As soon as Madam Chu left, Chu Yan fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Jiang Qing ran over to check his injuries, but saw Chu Yan immediately took a breath and retreated, looking very embarrassed and trying to close the door again.

He didn't want anyone to see him like this.

But Jiang Qing was quicker. He stretched out one hand and pressed against the door to prevent it from closing. His voice was deliberately soft, "Young Prince, let me help you take a look."

Chu Yan refused to listen and stubbornly used that little strength he had to confront Jiang Qing. His face, which had originally looked gorgeous and stern when he grew up, was now swollen beyond recognition.

Jiang Qing had no choice but to increase his strength again and finally entered his room. Then the door was heavily closed due to inertia.

"Little Prince, don't be afraid of me, okay?"

Jiang Qing knelt in front of him, and Chu Yan was holding the sharp branch that was pressed against her neck yesterday in her hand.

"roll."

"Small...."

"You don't need to pity me."

Chu Yan interrupted her coldly, but his momentum was weakened by his swollen cheeks and blood scabs at the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Qing didn't listen. She moved her right knee forward a step and moved her body in front of him. As expected, the branch pierced her throat.

"Go away."

Chu Yan stared at Jiang Qing's movements intently, as if he would pierce her body with the branch if Jiang Qing took another step forward.

Jiang Qing sighed clearly, took a half step back, and there was a hint of compromise on his face.

"I am your maid. You are injured, so it is my duty to take care of you."

"...At least let me help you treat your wound, okay? Otherwise, Jiaming will really have trouble sleeping and eating tonight."

The branch in his hand was shaking slightly from being held up for so long, but he was unwilling to show weakness and put it down.

Chu Yan's slightly upturned peach blossom eyes drooped, revealing only sinister intent beneath her fragile appearance.

Jiang Qing subconsciously slowed down his breathing and carefully touched the sharp branch only two centimeters away from him. Chu Yan did not dodge, which made her breathe a sigh of relief and gently put his hand down.

Then he looked at Chu Yan's face which was red and swollen with bloodshot eyes.

She didn't dare leave to get the medicine. As soon as she left, Chu Yan might close the door immediately.

"Young Prince, are you able to get up? I'll help you to the main hall to rest and then apply medicine for you, okay?" She spoke softly, afraid to disturb the young man in front of her.

When Chu Yan raised his eyes, the wrinkles on his eyes seemed even deeper because of the angle, bringing out a sense of gloom and depression, which was diluted by the stunning face that could be seen even in childhood.

He looked at the hand that Jiang Qing stretched out, and slowly placed his hand covered with scabs and bloodstains.

Only after Chu Yan sat obediently in the main hall did Jiang Qing hurried into the room and picked up all the herbs for external use and took them over.

She carefully looked at the various medicines before gently applying them on Chu Yan's face. When she touched the blood, she was worried that he couldn't bear the pain, so she blew gently to relieve his pain.

After applying the medicine, Jiang Qing looked at his hand again. She thought that the crisp sound she heard before Madam Chu came was most likely caused by the wrist being repositioned after a dislocated wrist.

If it is not handled properly, it will dislocate frequently in the future, and she doesn't want Chu Yan to become like that.

The two young faces were very close to each other at this time, like two young animals sympathizing with each other.

"Alright, little prince."

Jiang Qing slowly placed his hands on his knees, and then tidied up the medicine box that had just been messed up.

Then, Chu Yan's expectant voice rang in his ears: "You are my maid."

Jiang Qing was stunned for a moment, turned to look at him and continued to look at the scattered medicines, "Yes, little prince."

"you are mine."

"You're right."

"Will you leave? Like the last one."

"No one has ever been so nice to me. You're the first."

Jiang Qing closed the medicine box, then turned around and looked at Chu Yan.

"I will always be good to the little prince."

"I won't leave either."

The day of leaving this world is still unknown, Jiang Qing wanted to skip the topic of whether to leave or not, but she didn't want to see Chu Yan disappointed.

Chu Yan just stared at Jiang Qing, which made her face flushed. So she turned around and picked up a scripture on the table, and asked casually, "This is the scripture that the young prince was punished to copy. I will copy it with you tonight."

Chu Yan's gaze finally moved away, causing Jiang Qing to breathe a sigh of relief, "No need."

Jiang Qing looked at him puzzledly.

"They won't read it. They just want to punish me, so they just write a few words on it."

Jiang Qing was suspicious, but still followed Chu Yan's instructions to get paper and pen, and scribbled on the rice paper with him, worrying in her heart whether Mrs. Chu would blame her when she found out tomorrow.

Tonight, Chu Yan's dinner was deducted. Madam Chu ordered that he was not allowed to eat. Jiang Qing had no choice but to secretly pack some food from her own rations for him to fill his stomach.

After eating, Chu Yan went into the room early and never came out again. Jiang Qing sighed silently.

Fortunately, the next morning, the maidservant of Mrs. Chu came with people and saw Chu Yan had woken up early and was sitting in the main hall waiting for them, as if he had not slept all night.

She laughed sarcastically, and the servant beside her brought a brazier, took the neatly copied scriptures from the table and threw them into the fire.

"Thank you for your hard work, little prince."

The maid patted the non-existent dust on her shoulders and led the servant away as quickly as the wind.

It was this troublesome little prince who made her get up early. Staying one more second was a waste of time.

The brazier was left in the yard. Chu Yan looked at the fire that was caused by the paper thrown in. The wound on his cheek was stinging and numb from the heat, and the ice in his eyes gradually froze.

When Jiang Qing woke up and went out, he saw Chu Yan standing blankly in front of the extinguished brazier filled with paper ashes. His thin figure looked pitiful and miserable.

"Young Prince, it's time to change the medicine."

Chu Yan came back to his senses, glanced at Jiang Qing who was standing under the eaves, and then walked into the main hall.

Jiang Qing carefully applied medicine to Chu Yan before going to get today's meal. Without exception, it was another steamed bun that was not enough to fill him up. With a hard sigh, Jiang Qing once again turned into a vegetable thief and gave his share to Chu Yan.

After breakfast, Jiang Qing just took the time to clean up the dishes, and Chu Yan disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Qing didn't take it seriously at first, until it was almost dark and Chu Yan was nowhere to be seen, then she tentatively knocked on Chu Yan's door.

No one answered. Jiang Qing pushed the door gently and it creaked open. There was no one inside.

Chu Yan is gone.