sjar Chapter 539 It seems our household is about to hold another happy event.
Chapter 539 It seems our household is about to hold another happy event.
The rough wooden hairpin lay quietly in Qin Fang's palm, like a thorn, piercing deep into Yu Ling's heart.
The dim lighting in the room made Qin Fang's excessively pale face, caused by blood loss, appear even more fragile.
But his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, a resolute and earnest determination that seemed to be risking his life, fixed firmly on her face.
Yu Ling's tears rolled down her cheeks again without warning.
This time, it wasn't out of fear, nor out of lingering dread.
Instead, an indescribable bittersweetness and burning sensation surged up from the deepest part of her heart, making her limbs tremble.
"You..." She opened her mouth, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn't say a word.
Her gaze slowly shifted from his sincere eyes to the hand he offered.
That hand, with its clearly defined bones and muscles, was covered in scars and calluses, and was now reaching out to her with all its might, trembling slightly.
"You idiot." Yu Ling finally found her voice, which was thick with nasal tone and full of heartache. "You're already injured like this, why are you still thinking about these things?"
She reached out her trembling hand, but instead of taking the hairpin, she carefully touched his fingers that were tightly gripping it.
"Your hand is almost ruined, and you're still gripping it so tightly. Doesn't it hurt?"
"I'm scared." Qin Fang looked at her, his voice hoarse, yet filled with an unprecedented seriousness.
“I’m afraid that if I roll down the hillside, I’ll never wake up again. I’m afraid I’ll never have the chance to hand this to you myself.”
The simple and straightforward words struck Yuling's heart like a heavy hammer, causing her to lose control and burst into tears.
Without further hesitation, she reached out and gently, solemnly, took the blood-stained wooden butterfly hairpin from his palm, holding it tightly in her own hand.
The warm touch carried the warmth of his palm, and also the heavy affection he felt.
"I do." Yu Ling raised her tearful eyes to meet his surprised gaze, and replied clearly, word by word, "Qin Fang, I do."
Upon receiving an affirmative answer, the light in Qin Fang's eyes instantly reached its peak.
He seemed to have used up all his strength, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips, then everything went black before his eyes, and he fell backward, unconscious once again.
"Oh... Qin Fang!" Yu Ling exclaimed and quickly helped him up.
Hearing the commotion, Dr. Qian rushed in to check, and then there was another flurry of activity.
Fortunately, it was just due to mental agitation and exhaustion, and there was nothing seriously wrong.
Once Qin Fang's breathing calmed down again, Yu Ling's heart finally settled down a little.
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his sleeping profile.
Two more days passed, and Qin Fang's injuries finally stabilized.
After handing over all her tasks, Yu Ling, with a heart full of trepidation, went to Chu Ruohan's study.
As soon as she entered the room, she knelt down on the ground, her forehead touching the earth.
"This servant, Yuling, has something to ask of Madam."
Chu Ruohan was looking at the account book when she heard the sound and looked up. Seeing the woman's deep bow, she knew what it was about. She put down the account book and said gently, "Get up and talk, the ground is cold."
Yu Ling stubbornly refused to get up, but simply raised her head with a determined look in her eyes.
Seeing this, Chu Ruohan sighed softly and did not press her further.
She changed to a gentler tone and asked, "Is it about Qin Fang?"
"Yes," Yu Ling replied, her voice not loud, but very clear.
"Have you thought it through?" Chu Ruohan looked at her, her gaze calm and profound. "Qin Fang is a good boy, but you should have heard about his past."
He once had a fiancée with whom he was engaged, but the girl was unlucky and passed away early.
Chu Ruohan's words were spoken slowly and deliberately, yet they were like a stone thrown into Yu Ling's heart.
"He is a loyal and affectionate person, which is a good thing. But precisely because of this, he will always reserve a place in his heart for that girl who has passed away."
"No one can replace that position. Have you thought that through?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Ling trembled slightly, and her hand, hanging at her side, unconsciously tightened its grip on the wooden hairpin hidden in her sleeve.
She took a deep breath, raised her head again, and met Chu Ruohan's probing gaze, her eyes unwavering.
"Yes, Madam, I have made up my mind."
“I know his past, and that’s why I think he’s someone I can entrust my life to.”
Yu Ling spoke slowly, but every word was sincere: “How could a man who remembers even the deceased mistreat the person in front of him? What I admire about him is his deep affection and loyalty.”
She paused, a gentle glint of tears welling up in her eyes.
"This servant does not ask that he forget the past; everyone has a past in their life. This servant only asks to accompany him on the road ahead. I humbly beg you, Madam, to grant my request!"
After saying this, she kowtowed deeply again, her heart pounding with nervousness as she awaited Chu Ruohan's verdict.
The study was quiet, with only the rustling of bamboo leaves in the breeze outside the window.
After a long while, Yuling heard a soft laugh.
She looked up in surprise and saw that Chu Ruohan had already stood up, walked up to her, and helped her up herself.
"You silly girl," Chu Ruohan said with a gentle smile and approval in her eyes, "since you've thought it through so clearly, how could I be the bad guy?"
Yu Ling was helped to her feet, still somewhat dazed, and stared blankly at Chu Ruohan.
Chu Ruohan reached out her finger and gently tapped her forehead, her tone slightly teasing.
"It seems we're going to have another happy occasion in our household."
Upon hearing this, Yu Ling was so overjoyed that she almost burst into tears again. She nodded vigorously, her voice filled with uncontrollable excitement and choked with emotion: "Thank you, Madam! Thank you, Madam!"
Chu Ruohan smiled and shook her head, then personally handed her a clean handkerchief.
"Alright, go on now. Qin Fang is waiting for you to take care of him, don't keep him waiting."
"Yes, this servant takes her leave." Yu Ling carefully accepted the handkerchief, bowed again, and then, filled with joy and peace, left with light steps.
Silence returned to the study.
Chu Ruohan looked at the bright sunlight outside the window, the smile on her lips lingering for a long time.
She was happy for Yuling, and also pleased that Qin Fang, this honest young man, had found a good wife.
Such a bond, forged through life and death, is especially precious.
She had just picked up the ledger again when she heard steady footsteps outside the courtyard.
Chu Ruohan looked up and saw Gu Junze walking in from outside the door, dressed in a black outfit with a cold expression. The guards following behind him all exuded a murderous aura.
"You're back." Chu Ruohan put down the ledger, stood up to greet him, and keenly sensed the unusually low atmosphere around him. "Did things not go well?"