The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 393: The Wulin Leader’s Fiancée (9)

Nanny Wu stood by the bed, watching the servant apply medicine to her young master, her face full of worry.

"Master, why are you doing this?" Nanny Wu said worriedly, "Although Miss Su is a little delicate, she was brought up by a big family after all. Apart from anything else, she will definitely be a good housekeeper in the future."

"Mammy!" Beitang Jing couldn't help but gasp because the servant touched his sore spot. "I have already broken off the engagement with her. Don't talk about her in front of me anymore. Don't say anything good or bad about her."

In fact, Beitang Jing could see that his wet nurse was afraid of Su Xiangran!

Even after Su Xiangran officially took charge of the household in her previous life, Nanny Wu would still often say a word or two in front of him, but Beitang Jing knew that it was just because the wet nurse felt insecure.

But now Su Xiangran is no longer his fiancée, and she shouldn’t be talked about irresponsibly anymore.

Nanny Wu was slightly stunned, but did not continue talking about Su Xiangran. However, she always felt that the person who applied the medicine to Beitang Jing was too heavy-handed.

"Master, how about I apply the medicine on you?" Nanny Wu looked at his frowning brows and said, "You were so harsh. I really can't bear to see you suffer twice."

Actually, it's not really the fault of the person who applied the medicine, because the injury was hidden inside and it was impossible to tell where to apply the medicine.

Even though Beitang Jing groaned in pain, there were only a few red marks on his back that were neither light nor serious.

This is the power of Changxing Ivy. Even if the pain is unbearable, there is no place to apply medicine.

I think these red marks will fade away by tomorrow, but the pain will last for at least a few days.

"Why not ask Madam for mercy?" Nanny Wu suggested. "It's really painful to be tortured for several days in a row."

"Why is he so precious!" Murong Fengyu pushed the door open, "He can't be punished by kneeling, and he can't be punished by family rules. He is a martial artist after all, so why is he treated like a piece of tofu?"

Nanny Wu was stunned. She thought that the Madam was angry at the moment and would not come to see the Young Master. She wanted to take advantage of the time and talk to Su Xiangran later.

But now he was here, and following behind him was Su Xiangran, who was looking at him with a half-smile.

"Aunt, Aunt Wu watched the young master grow up." Su Xiangran said gently, "It's natural that I feel heartache when I see him injured."

Murong Fengyu actually felt sorry for her son, but this time he had gone too far.

In addition, she felt deeply sorry for her old friend's advice, so she had to severely punish her son no matter what.

But Su Xiangran had just advised her, which gave Murong Fengyu a way out, so she wanted to come and see how her son was doing.

Before she pushed the door open, she heard Nanny Wu urging her son to find someone to plead for mercy in order to avoid punishment.

The anger that had finally subsided was now rising again.

Murong Fengyu was a simple and hot-tempered person. Her thoughts were always written on her face. Before she could speak, Su Xiangran said, "Actually, there was nothing wrong with Aunt Wu. She was just protecting her master in a moment of urgency."

That's right! My son didn't ask anyone to intercede for him! And Nanny Wu had always asked Su Xiangran to intercede for me. In the end, it was because she felt sorry for her master and didn't know right from wrong.

Murong Fengyu looked at Madam Wu from head to toe and said with some displeasure, "Madam Wu, you are also an old lady that I brought from my mother's home. If this master makes a mistake, you should advise him, instead of blindly shielding him. If he makes a mistake, you should not teach him to shirk his responsibility."

"Madam, I don't have any." Although Yunjian Villa does not attach great importance to rules, it pays special attention to "right and wrong". After all, this is a place where justice in the martial arts world is often upheld. If one is not upright, he will naturally not be able to convince the public.

In fact, Su Xiangran didn't really understand. Is it true that the moral standards of a Jianghu person are so high? Such a person is probably very good at moral kidnapping, otherwise the original owner would not have died so aggrieved in the previous life.

"Mother, Madam Wu just had an inappropriate thought for a moment." Beitang Jing also spoke up for his nurse, "And I have never thought about her suggestion. Since I was wrong, I have no intention of escaping punishment."

Nanny Wu was so moved that her eyes turned red: "Master!"

Looking at Murong Fengyu's angry expression and then at Nanny Wu's distressed eyes, the comparison between the two made Beitang Jing and Nanny Wu look more like mother and son.

This is a big no-no.

That is to say, it was at Yunjian Villa, otherwise Nanny Wu would have been dealt with long ago.

But Su Xiangran certainly would not let go of such a good opportunity to flatter her. She said with a touching look on her face, "Aunt, Aunt Wu and the Young Master have such a good relationship! They look like mother and son."

Beitang Jing didn't think much of this, after all, in his past and present lives, he had only been interested in fighting and killing, as well as reconciling the various factions. Although he was somewhat scheming, he didn't understand that the fights in the harem could sometimes be resolved with just a single word.

Nanny Wu was in charge of the affairs of the villa, but she had never encountered any house fights, so even though she felt that there seemed to be something wrong with Su Xiangran's words, she did not refute it for the time being.

Murong Fengyu became even angrier after hearing this. It wasn't that she was jealous of the good relationship between her son and his wet nurse, but she felt that Nanny Wu had problems with her thinking.

Such a person cannot be allowed to stay with his son, not even in the villa.