sjar Chapter 592 Madam Gu is still the same; she can't tolerate these two children…
Chapter 592 Madam Gu is still the same; she can't tolerate these two children…
Gu Qingchen secretly glanced at Chu Ruohan and saw that her mother was looking through the account books and hadn't noticed her, so she quietly moved to the window.
Through the crack in the window, she saw Qian Zhenyun standing in the courtyard, his legs trembling and his face deathly pale.
In this sweltering heat, if we keep baking in the sun like this, we'll get sunburned!
Without thinking, she was about to rush out.
"Gu Qingchen! Where are you going!" Chu Ruohan's voice rang out from behind.
Caught red-handed, Gu Qingchen turned around and gave an embarrassed smile: "Mother, I, I just wanted to get some fresh air."
"Get some fresh air?" Chu Ruohan walked over, followed her daughter's gaze and looked outside, immediately understanding what was going on. "You want to go help Qian Zhenyun?"
"Mommy, look, Gun Gun is almost sunburnt!" Gu Qingchen stamped his foot anxiously. "Aunt Song is really something, making him stand outside in this sweltering heat!"
Chu Ruohan also disagreed. Teaching according to aptitude is not the way to go; Zhenyun is not cut out for martial arts!
Looking down at her daughter, she realized the girl had a knack for martial arts and was always getting into trouble...
"His mother has her reasons for punishing him. You're barely able to take care of yourself, yet you want to meddle in other people's business?"
“But Mother, I know kung fu!” Gu Qingchen’s eyes lit up. “How about I learn from Aunt Song? She said Gun Gun is too weak, so I can protect him in the future.”
Chu Ruohan grabbed her daughter's arm: "Protect what? You stay put!"
"Mother!" Gu Qingchen struggled as she was dragged back, "Gungun is really going to get sunburned!"
Chu Ruohan showed no mercy, "You should be most worried about yourself right now! You haven't finished copying today's 'Women's Instructions' yet!"
Gu Qingchen was forcibly pulled back to his desk, feeling as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
She scribbled haphazardly while secretly glancing outside.
Qian Zhenyun's condition was getting worse and worse; he was swaying and looked like he might collapse at any moment.
"No, I have to think of something!" Gu Qingchen gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted, "Mom! My stomach hurts!"
Chu Ruohan was looking at the account book when she heard her daughter's words. Without even looking up, she said, "Stop pretending! Write properly!"
"Mom, my stomach really hurts! It hurts so much!" Gu Qingchen clutched his stomach, making a painful expression.
Chu Ruohan then raised her head, glanced at her daughter, and seeing that her expression was indeed a little off, put down the account book in her hand.
How does it hurt?
"It's bloated and painful, like I'm about to have diarrhea!" Gu Qingchen said in a very convincing manner.
Chu Ruohan frowned. "Then go to the latrine and come back quickly."
Gu Qingchen felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly ran out of the room.
But instead of going to the latrine, she slipped into the courtyard.
"Get out!" Gu Qingchen felt extremely distressed when he saw Qian Zhenyun's unsteady state.
Song Ruyan was taken aback when she saw Gu Qingchen suddenly appear: "Qingchen? What brings you here?"
"Aunt Song, Gun Gun is almost sunburnt. Please let him come inside and rest!" Gu Qingchen said hurriedly.
“He can’t even handle this little bit of hardship,” Song Ruyan sneered. “Look at Lin Jiayou, how responsible he is in critical moments!”
Gu Qingchen blinked: "Aunt Song, how about I demonstrate some kung fu for you? Let you see how well I've learned from you all these years?"
Song Ruyan was somewhat surprised, but still nodded: "Then you can demonstrate."
Gu Qingchen immediately assumed a starting stance and began practicing the routine.
She has certainly not wasted her years of learning; every move she makes is quite impressive.
Just as she was getting into her practice, a cold voice came from behind her:
"Gu Qingchen!"
Gu Qingchen stiffened and slowly turned his head, only to see Chu Ruohan standing at the courtyard gate with a livid face, still holding the ruler in her hand.
She swept around the yard.
Qian Zhenyun was indeed swaying precariously, his face deathly pale, and large beads of sweat dripping down his face.
The two younger ones were so weak from standing that their legs were about to give way, and they looked like they were about to cry.
"Haitang!" Chu Ruohan suddenly called out.
Haitang arrived in response, carrying a plate of mung bean soup and several refreshing pastries.
“Madam, everything you instructed has been prepared,” Haitang said respectfully.
Gu Qingchen blinked, surprised that her mother had prepared all of this so early.
Seeing this scene, Song Ruyan's heart also wavered.
She walked to Qian Zhenyun's side, reached out and touched his forehead, and was startled by its burning temperature.
"Zhenyun, how are you?"
Qian Zhenyun barely opened his eyes, his voice weak: "Mother, I, I can still hold on."
"Alright, alright, stop being stubborn." Chu Ruohan walked over.
"Ruyan, Zhenyun is only a few years old. Even if he wants to become a great hero, practicing martial arts is not something that can be done overnight. Look at this hot weather, we mustn't let the children get too hot."
Doctor Qian also advised from the side, "Madam, taking it step by step is the right way. Although Zhenyun is a bit weak, we will see results eventually if we take it slowly."
Song Ruyan sighed and finally nodded: "Then let's rest for now."
Qian Zhenyun breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed into Gu Qingchen's arms.
"Gungun, are you alright?" Gu Qingchen asked worriedly.
"It's nothing, I'm just a little dizzy," Qian Zhenyun said softly.
Gu Qingchen quickly helped him walk into the pavilion, and Haitang also brought over some mung bean soup.
Song Ruyan felt a mix of emotions as she watched this scene.
She knew she had gone a bit too far, but when she thought of those thugs and Zhenyun's helplessness when he was bullied, she couldn't help but feel anxious.
Chu Ruohan seemed to have seen through her thoughts, gently tugged at her sleeve, and glanced towards the pond.
By the pond, Lan Jie'er was sitting alone on a stone bench, holding a book in her hand, but she was clearly absent-minded, sighing from time to time.
"Why has Lan Jie'er been so gloomy lately?" Chu Ruohan asked softly.
Song Ruyan noticed it too, and said in a low voice, "I noticed it too. It was fine a few days ago, but it's been acting strange these past two days."
The two men exchanged a glance. Both of them were experienced and naturally knew what a daughter would think as she grew up.
Chu Ruohan had made up her mind. She walked over to Lan Jie'er and said gently, "Lan Jie'er, what book are you reading?"
Lan Jie raised her head and forced a smile: "Auntie, I'm just flipping through it casually."
Chu Ruohan sat down next to her: "Why have you been alone so much lately? You used to love hanging out with Qingchen and the others."
Lan-jie bit her lip and remained silent.
Song Ruyan also came over and asked with concern, "Lan-jie, did something happen? Tell your master."
Lan Jie glanced at the two of them, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes, before finally whispering, "Aunt, Grandmother wants to arrange a marriage for me."
Chu Ruohan and Song Ruyan exchanged a glance, just as they had expected.
"A marriage proposal?" Chu Ruohan asked gently, "How old is Lan-jie this year?"
"I'm thirteen." Lan'er lowered her head. "Grandmother said that girls should be engaged when they grow up, so as not to delay their marriage."
Chu Ruohan frowned. Thirteen years old was indeed an age to consider marriage, but it was still too young.
Madam Gu is still the same; she can't tolerate these two children...