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Chapter 38: The Plan to Take Down the Commander (6)

Ji Rong was completely unfamiliar with Ning Xi's advances.

The two of them had only maintained a friendly distance before, and although they had confirmed their relationship, it hadn't reached this point.

After all, no one would have expected that this always playful and cute girl would reveal her true nature because of her eagerness for quick success.

Ji Rong had moved a little further away from Ning Xi without even realizing it, but he still frowned as he looked at the lightning and thunder outside. He suddenly wondered if that silly woman was still waiting for him.

"Anyway, it's raining so hard outside, why don't you rest here, Master?" Ning Xi said quickly, afraid of missing this opportunity.

Song Zhishu's courtyard was in the main courtyard, next to Ji Rong's house. Ning Xi, however, was relegated to a side courtyard because of the old lady's words, which made her extremely resentful. Although the two hadn't interacted much, she still wanted to give that so-called first wife a hard time.

Ji Rong felt like he was possessed today, actually caring about someone he had just met. He kept feeling a sense of familiarity with that woman's eyes, at different ages and times. It was as if a ray of sunlight had suddenly broken into a patch of darkness; those living in darkness instinctively repelled it, but then suddenly remembered that they too had once belonged to the sun.

He shook his head and said calmly, "I'll go sleep in the outer room. You should go to sleep early."

I'm acting really strange today.

Under Ning Xi's resentful gaze, Ji Rong left the house, somewhat dejected. That woman... surely she wouldn't be foolish enough to wait all night. He didn't realize he was just doing something stupid, it was just human instinct, always trying to comfort himself with wishful thinking.

Yes, Ji Rong, who grew up in such a prestigious family, was incredibly cold-hearted. He didn't know that there really was a kind of person in this world who lived solely to love him, to love him unconditionally until death—a passionate, humble love that, no matter how much she was hurt, even if she was being deceived from beginning to end, would not diminish in the slightest, and that person would still love him with utter devotion.

Song Zhishu was that kind of person. She blew her breath on her hands, looking at the now-cold food in front of her. She said softly, "Hasn't he arrived yet?"

Yu'er quickly stepped forward, her heart aching with concern: "Miss, it's already past midnight, how could he possibly be back? Let's eat and rest." She was about to heat up the food when Song Zhishu grabbed her hand.

The woman smiled and shook her head: "He will come."

"What if they don't come?" Yu'er cried out in anger.

"..." This time she didn't answer, but lowered her eyes and said in a voice only she could hear, "Then I'll keep waiting."

Wait a lifetime.

Song Zhishu waited all night, but the person never came. The rain outside the window fell all night, and a cold wind blew in intermittently, making her shiver. She sat there blankly, feeling her head spinning, weakly supporting her forehead. Looking at Yu'er sleeping peacefully beside her, she finally felt some comfort.

"You'll catch a cold sleeping like this." Song Zhishu frowned and went to get the blanket, but suddenly everything went black before her eyes, and then she lost consciousness.

Song Zhishu fell seriously ill again.

This was extremely unlucky at the time; to fall ill so soon after entering the family seemed like pure trouble. Everyone in the Ji family was saying that this so-called first wife had been tainted by something unclean, and no one dared to take care of her. Suddenly, this once bustling main courtyard became eerily quiet.

When Ji Rong heard the news, he just frowned, seemingly not quite believing that it was because she had waited for him all night.

"You should go see her."

This was his grandmother's order.

Ji Rong pursed his lips, looking at the courtyard with some dissatisfaction. It was deserted and lifeless. But if the old lady hadn't spoken to him, he probably wouldn't have wanted to come here either.