Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Just as Wang Jingmo was about to collapse, the two of them stepped forward at the same time and caught him.

Doctor Wang stared at Li Mo'er's hand supporting Wang Jingmo, and let out a soft groan from his nose.

She murmured softly, "He's about to leave, and he still touched my son."

Li Mo'er was quite far from Doctor Wang, so she didn't hear what he said, but Wang Jingmo did.

He froze on the spot, his mind blank, unsure of how to react.

Dr. Wang was unaware that she had inadvertently blurted out her true feelings, which were overheard by Wang Jingmo. She had originally intended to keep it from Jingmo.

Li Mo'er looked at Doctor Wang, who was staring intently at her, and awkwardly withdrew her hand.

It's just helping someone up, why are you being so petty? Jingmo wasn't even angry! ヘ(＞_＜ヘ)

She patted her clothes to hide her embarrassment; she couldn't bear the murderous look in Doctor Wang's eyes.

She pointed to the basket on her back and said, "I'll leave everything inside to you. I'll come to see you again in a while."

After saying that, she left empty-handed and dejectedly.

Once Dr. Wang saw that Jingmo had regained her footing, she lowered her hand, wanting to see what that girl Mo'er had left for her.

Actually, Li Mo'er didn't need to leave her anything; she would be very happy because she had already brought back the crucial Cordyceps sinensis for her.

With it, Jingmo's illness will gradually improve.

Doctor Wang pursed her lips and took out the items one by one: an iron hoe, ointment, a bamboo tube for drinking water, and the herbal medicine book she had sold to Li Mo'er.

She casually opened the herbal medicine book, saw that it was filled with dense writing, but she couldn't understand what she had written, so she put it at the very back of the drawer.

She weighed the bamboo tube in her hand; it was heavier than the ones she usually used to hold water. She opened the tube and saw noodles inside. Without thinking much of it, she assumed that Su Yanli had made them for Li Mo'er.

She tested the temperature and found it was completely cold, so she put the bamboo tube aside. Since it was already clumped together, it wouldn't hurt to leave it for a while longer.

She still needs to prepare medicine for Jingmo. The cordyceps has been processed these past few days, and all she needs to do is adjust the dosage of the medicine in the prescription.

Wang Jingmo was still standing there in the backyard, staring blankly at the "Jingmo" tree.

Mo'er is leaving. It turns out that this "Jingmo" tree is a farewell gift for her. He thought it was a token of her affection.

Wang Jingmo was somewhat saddened. Yesterday, she was overjoyed to see "Jingmo," but today, the more she looked at him, the more irritated she became.

He angrily took the flowerpot outside, intending to throw it out, but in the end he couldn't bear to, so he left it outside to fend for itself.

He turned around without hesitation, but stopped after taking only two steps, and then, as if determined, went home without looking back.

Back in his room, he sat alone by the window, gazing at the area where herbs were processed. Usually, Li Mo'er would be busy there.

He sat by the window and looked at the medical book for days on end, and the book remained on the same page for several days.

Dr. Wang was extremely busy in the pharmacy, always feeling that one ingredient was missing, and that the medicine's effect wouldn't be maximized if the prescription was prepared the way it was.

She looked at the prescriptions on the table, rubbed her sore shoulders, and thought about getting a glass of water before coming back to continue writing.

As she walked, lost in thought, she inexplicably picked up the bamboo tube left by Li Mo'er. Just as she was about to drink from it, she discovered that it contained clumps of noodles, so she put it down again.

After putting it down, she continued walking forward, her mind preoccupied with how to improve the formula. Before she knew it, she was outside the door.

Looking at the "Jingmo" on the ground, an idea flashed through my mind.

She patted the "Jingmo" tree excitedly, saying, "We were just missing you."

She accidentally brushed against Jingmo's flower buds; the tallest bud was already bent, but she didn't pay any attention.

She didn't even realize that this was her own front door, and that the flowerpot was her son's favorite.

She carried Jingmo back to the pharmacy, placed it on her table, carefully checked the space, felt a bit rushed, and then moved it under the table.

She must always keep an eye on this Jingmo tree that inspired her.

Inside the room, Wang Jingmo saw Li Mo'er's image in his mind and quickly shook his head to throw her away.

I forced myself to read, pointing to each word and reading slowly to prevent myself from getting distracted.

However, the more this happened, the less calm he became. He recognized each word individually, but he couldn't understand them at all when they were put together.

In the end, he gave in and quickly walked outside, intending to take "Jingmo" back.

The moment he opened the door, his anxious expression instantly turned panicked—"Jingmo" was gone!!!

He started searching around the doorway, turning over even the smallest stones to examine them. He circled the yard several times but couldn't find it. Finally, he slumped against the doorframe in despair.

It's really gone, everything is gone. Mo'er is gone, and the memories she left behind are gone too.

Doctor Wang excitedly took the prescription to Wang Jingmo, "Jingmo, Jingmo, I've prepared the prescription, and this one is more suitable for you."

Upon hearing her mother's voice, Wang Jingmo frantically concealed her sorrow and feigned joy as she followed the sound of her mother's voice.

“Jingmo, look, if we take Jingmo, which has hemostatic properties, and add…”

Doctor Wang excitedly showed Wang Jingmo his improved prescription, but when he turned around, he noticed that Wang Jingmo's expression was not right. Although he was smiling, there was sadness in his eyes.

But these days, he has been much better, and his personality has become more cheerful. The sadness had long disappeared, so why is it so intense again now?

Dr. Wang patted Wang Jingmo's shoulder earnestly, "Son, you must talk about what's wrong. You also need to take care of your emotions right now."

Wang Jingmo shook his head. "Mother, I'm fine. Don't worry."

He knew he needed to adjust slowly; his mother had been worried sick about his health. Now there was a solution, but he couldn't control his emotions.

He turned to leave, but stopped after two steps, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke, "Mother, what about Jingmo..."

Although Dr. Wang realized something was wrong, she thought Jingmo was worried that he wouldn't do well, so she comforted him, "Jingmo, it's okay, don't put too much pressure on yourself, just do it the same as the past few days."

Wang Jingmo's words caught in her throat. She wanted to remain silent, but a sense of unease lingered in her heart. She slowly pointed to the spot where she had just placed "Jingmo" and said aggrievedly, "Mother, the 'Jingmo' tree that Mo'er left behind is gone."

"Ok?"

Dr. Wang didn't realize for a moment how this was related to Li Mo'er.

But for her son's sake, she could only comfort him, "Tomorrow morning, Mom will go to the back mountain to dig one for you."

Because Dr. Wang's mind was in a constant state of flux, he didn't realize that what Wang Jingmo cared about wasn't "Jingmo" itself, but rather the person who gave "Jingmo" to him.

He gave a muffled "hmm" and turned to go back to his room.

Although Dr. Wang was worried about her son's condition, she needed to hurry up and get the medicine ready.

After hanging up the "Closed" sign, he never returned to the pharmacy, leaving the "Jingmo" inkstone silently enduring its loneliness under the table.

Doctor Wang found all the necessary herbs, selecting the newest and most potent ones from the herbal medicine shop, and began grinding them. This process took all day.

Wang Jingmo sat by the window, and wherever his eyes glanced, Li Mo'er's image would appear. Later, he simply closed his eyes, but her every smile and frown was still in his mind, and he couldn't shake her off.

But the more this happened, the more distressed Wang Jingmo felt.