She's come clean; the fake heiress has a ton of aliases.

Chapter 104 Husband and wife relationship
"She is not pitiful at all."

After leaving those words, Huo Junyan immediately told Xia Xing to drive.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ma froze on the spot, tilting her head to look at Qi Ming beside her.

"Butler Qi, what do you think the young master meant by that?"

Qi Ming maintained the smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

“Wang Ma, this is a private matter between the young master and the young mistress. It’s not something we should know. Don’t pry.”

Seeing Qi Ming's unfathomable demeanor, Wang Ma immediately felt angry.

"The old lady keeps asking the young master about moving back to the bridal chamber. The two haven't shared a room in so long, how can their relationship be good? If they get divorced, we'll both be the culprits!"

Looking at the short-tempered and impatient Wang Ma, Qi Ming said with a headache, "Wang Ma, do you think this can be rushed? If you're so capable, try locking them both up together."

Wang Ma realized that her words had been a bit impulsive. "Butler Qi, I was just a little anxious. Don't be angry. Otherwise, tell me what good ideas you have."

Qi Ming glanced at her. "Didn't the old lady say that the young master wanted to attend the banquet with the young mistress the day after tomorrow? I think this is a great opportunity."

Wang Ma understood instantly.

"Once the banquet is over, as long as we find a way to keep the young master at home, everything will fall into place naturally."

Qi Ming said, "Even if it doesn't work out in one night, as long as the young master can stay home for one night, he will come home countless nights in the future, and we won't have to worry about the young master not coming home."

Wang Ma felt a little relieved. "Butler Qi, just let me know what you need me to do the day after tomorrow, and I'll do it right away."

A dark glint flashed in Qi Ming's eyes. "No rush, wait for me to make arrangements."

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the other side.

When Nan Yu arrived at Song Yingqing's doorstep, she suddenly sneezed.

She rubbed her nose, looking somewhat puzzled.

Why do I suddenly feel a chill down my back?

She shook her head, trying to shake the thought off for the time being.

Ring the doorbell. "Yingqing, open the door, it's me."

Half a day passed without any response.

Nan Yu knocked on the door a few more times, but there was still no response.

Just as I was about to call Song Yingqing, I saw the door open.

The next second, Song Yingqing, wrapped tightly in the quilt, appeared in front of her, looking haggard and sickly.

She said weakly, "Xiaoyu, what brings you here?"

Seeing how ill she was, Nan Yu quickly took her pulse, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yingqing sniffled, her voice hoarse and unpleasant, "I caught a cold that night because of a bit of cold wind, and I stayed home for two days."

After taking her pulse, Nan Yu saw that she was alright and that her fever was caused by being frightened and exposed to cold wind. She breathed a slight sigh of relief and pushed her into the room.

"I'll give you two injections, and then I'll give you an injection to bring down your fever."

Song Yingqing lay groggily on the bed and said, "Okay."

Nan Yu took out silver needles and skillfully inserted them into the needles. Then she took out the medical kit that she had specially left at Song Yingqing's house and took out a fever-reducing injection.

After the injection, she touched Song Yingqing's head and found that she was already sweating.

"Yingqing, you should get some sleep. I'll stay here and watch over you."

Song Yingqing nodded obediently and fell asleep instantly.

Looking at her dark circles under her eyes, Nan Yu couldn't help but feel sorry for her and murmured to herself.

"Did that bastard Song Lihan do something to you that made you so scared?"

In her sleep, Song Yingqing seemed to hear the name "Song Lihan," her brows furrowed tightly, and words began to escape her lips.

"Brother, please let me go..."

(End of this chapter)