On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

That familiar and affectionate "Dad" was like adding fuel to the fire in Yu Zongxian's heart, making him feel warm all over.

His son, Chaochao, finally called him "Dad" instead of the stiff "father."

Although he can't go back to that feeling of being close to nature, he is already very content.

After hanging up the phone, Yu Jinzhao poured the powder from the medicine furnace into a dispensing container, rubbed it between his fingertips, and found it wasn't dry enough.

If heated further, it will be overheated and damage the efficacy of the medicine.

So the dispensing containers were placed one by one in the sunlight on the windowsill to air dry.

Looking at the light streaming through the window, amidst the floating dust, I vaguely saw my mother smiling at me.

My father and brothers both said that my mother was obsessed with learning traditional Chinese medicine and dedicated her whole life to it.

Later, because he couldn't learn anything useful, he suffered emotional damage, developed autism, and became unwilling to see people, locking himself in the pharmacy day and night.

Especially in the two years before her death in a car accident, apart from her, he was almost unwilling to see his father, brothers and grandmother, and the family atmosphere became increasingly tense.

The Yu family's roots are in Haicheng. She grew up in Haicheng and only moved to Beijing before her grandmother's accident.

Back in Haicheng, the Yu family was the most powerful and influential family in the city.

The father's reputation for spoiling his wife excessively in the industry aroused the curiosity of many media outlets, who wanted to interview the mother.

However, her mother was unwilling to interact with the outside world. She wouldn't even attend banquets, let alone give interviews, and lived a life of isolation.

She only goes out a few times a year, always wrapped up tightly, afraid of being recognized.

Therefore, even now, no one knows what the mother looks like. At first, people thought the mother was mysterious, but later they speculated that the mother was ashamed to be seen by others and might have some kind of mental illness.

But only she knew that her mother was not withdrawn or autistic; it was all a facade.

She learned all of her traditional Chinese medicine skills from her mother, who was far more skilled in the art than she was.

The reason why my mother deliberately left the family with the impression that I would not amount to anything in school and would become more and more withdrawn the more I studied was also because of this.

She still remembers that her grandmother disapproved of her mother's withdrawn nature and scolded her for not being cut out for studying traditional Chinese medicine. She said that she shouldn't force herself to study it and end up neglecting her family, husband, and children.

At that moment, she instinctively wanted to explain for her mother, to tell her grandmother, her father and brothers that her mother was very skilled in traditional Chinese medicine, and that her mother was not blindly learning on her own, but was researching life-saving prescriptions.

Because when she went out to practice medicine with her mother, she witnessed her mother bring a person who was on the verge of death back to life. Her mother's skills were so advanced that she didn't need to learn anything new; she was already a miracle doctor.

But her mother stopped her with a stern look, and afterwards held her in her arms, gently giving her some advice.

"Chaochao, be good. Promise Mommy you won't tell anyone about my work healing and saving lives. It's our secret."

The little girl looked completely bewildered, clinging to her mother's leg, looking utterly aggrieved.

“Why can’t we tell them? Dad, brother, and grandma all think Mom doesn’t know how to treat illnesses and is wasting her time learning nonsense. If we tell them, they will be like me and proud of Mom, and they won’t argue with her.”

Her mother stroked her head gently, her expression full of affection.

"The more people who know that Mom can cure diseases, the more dangerous it will be for her. Maybe bad people will come and take Mom away, so we have to keep it a secret. Are you willing to keep it a secret for Mom?"

Upon hearing that her mother was in danger, she immediately tensed up, shaking her head vigorously and lowering her voice unconsciously, repeatedly assuring her mother.

"I'm willing to keep it a secret, I won't tell anyone."

Hearing her promise, her mother's expression suddenly became very moved. She kissed her forehead with relief, then, as if remembering something sad, her eyes gradually filled with tears. She hugged her tightly, her voice choked with emotion, and said...

"My Chaochao is the best behaved."

She was too young then to understand her mother's sudden sobbing. Now, thinking back, her mother's eyes and tone seemed to be filled with a thousand unspoken regrets.

What is Mom regretting?

She still can't understand it.

I only remember that not long after that, about two years before my mother died in a car accident, she suddenly refused to see her father, brothers, and grandmother. Even when she did see them, she wouldn't talk to them.

So her father, brothers, and grandmother all thought that her mother was sick and had autism.

But she saw her mother secretly holding their photos and crying every day in the pharmacy.

She couldn't understand why her mother, who clearly missed her father, brothers, and grandmother so much and cared about them, wouldn't want to see them or talk to them.

Faced with her innocent and confused question, the mother frowned slightly, remained silent for a moment with a heavy heart, and then said softly,

"Only in this way will they not be sad when their mother leaves."

At that time, her mother's eyes held a sadness and sorrow that she could not understand.

She burst into tears, feeling as if she were about to lose something, and threw herself into her mother's arms, sobbing.

"But I will be sad if my mother leaves. I will be so sad that I will die."

Her mother sang to her and told her stories, which made her laugh again. Then, she gently patted her back and said seriously,

"So before I leave, I will teach you everything I have learned in my life. If you are strong, you will be able to withstand all the storms."

Not long after, my mother died in a car accident.

Looking back now, I suddenly realize that my mother seemed to have sensed that something bad was going to happen to her.

Good traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are knowledgeable about the Eight Characters (Ba Zi) and their medicine is integrated with the I Ching.

So that her father, brothers, and grandmother wouldn't be too heartbroken after she left.

So she deliberately created the illusion that she had autism to distance herself from them in advance.

Just then, there was a knock on the pharmacy door, interrupting her thoughts.

Yu Jinzhao rubbed his temples, emerging from his profound sense of loss. He stepped forward and opened the door. The maid spoke respectfully.

"Madam, Mrs. Si has returned from the old house and requests your presence in the flower hall. She has something to discuss with you."

Yu Jinzhao nodded and walked out of the pharmacy, closing the door behind him. Then he instructed the servant...

"Prepare a bottle of honey for making honey."

The maid glanced at her exquisite face, her features possessing a serene beauty like the cold moonlight, and felt a strange tightness in her chest.

As expected of the future matriarch of the Si family, her simple words exuded an air of elegance and nobility, no wonder she was so well-liked by Madam Si.

Flower Hall.

Madam Si and Si Yao were already seated at the dining table, and the servants were setting out breakfast. Yu Jinzhao had just stepped across the threshold when Madam Si noticed her, immediately getting up and walking towards her, excitedly asking…

"Chao Chao, I went to the old house to have dinner with Grandpa yesterday, and I forgot to ask, did you and A Qing already...?"

Madam Si's tone was filled with anticipation, and she couldn't control her voice for a moment. Yu Jinzhao felt that all the servants in the flower hall looked at her with gossip in an instant after Madam Si's words.

Her scalp tingled instantly, and she hurriedly replied before Madam Si could utter those shameful and inappropriate words.

"Mom, Si Qing's headache flared up the night before last, he needs to rest more..."

Before she could finish speaking, Madam Si had already walked up to her and immediately noticed the ambiguous bite mark on the corner of her mouth, and she froze on the spot.

"you you you……"

Madam Si pointed at her lips, took two steps back in surprise, her face flashing with too many colors she couldn't understand in an instant, before she burst into a wide smile.

"Oh my, as expected of a newlywed couple, they are truly full of passion. It makes me blush."

As she spoke, Madam Si actually blindfolded herself.

Yu Jinzhao felt increasingly numb. He watched as Madam Si covered her eyes with her hand, her fingers slowly parting to reveal her eyes peeking out from between them, scrutinizing him up and down. It was as obvious as if she was trying to cover something up.

She choked up, "..."

A few seconds later, she opened her mouth to explain, but Si Yao followed her over and also saw the mark on the corner of her mouth, and was immediately frightened.

"You... got hit?"

This is getting more and more outrageous. "...No, we..."

Si Yao's gentle eyes trembled, and before Yu Jinzhao could finish speaking, her gaze turned cold and her beautiful brows furrowed deeply.

"How can a man from the Si family hit a woman? Ah Qing has gone too far! I'm going to ask him about this!"

As she spoke, she turned to look for Si Qing, but was stopped by Madam Si, who said irritably,

"You ignorant fool, this isn't a beating, it's Ah Qing showing his love for his wife."

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