Seeing Wu Caiwei again, Wang Zifeng felt as if he had seen a ghost, stammering, "You... why are you here?"
"I'm the young mistress of the Wang family, where else would I be?" Wu Caiwei sat beside him as if nothing had happened, picked up a pastry from the table, and began to eat.
"Did nothing strange happen to you yesterday?" Wang Zifeng cautiously looked at her.
"It did. Your uncle brought dozens of people to arrest me, but how could they be my match? I subdued them all. Oh, right, your uncle even begged me for mercy."
As if unaware of the impact her words had on Wang Zifeng, Wu Caiwei continued, "He also revealed the mastermind behind it and the reason you married me. Although I know you didn't marry me willingly, I'm sticking with you. After all, in the entire county, there's no family wealthier than yours. With maids to serve me, delicacies to eat, and people calling me young mistress, I don't want to go back to Qinghe Town, work myself to death, and earn little money." Su Dan novel network.
"He told you everything?" Wang Zifeng looked at her with a look as if he were about to cry.
"Yes, he told me you wanted to kill me," Wu Caiwei said matter-of-factly, as if it were none of her business.
Wang Zifeng smacked his forehead hard. He never expected his uncle to tell her this. Was he trying to get himself killed?
"You grew up in Qinghe Town, don't you miss your hometown?" Wang Zifeng tried to guide her.
"I'm so happy I forget to go home."
Wang Zifeng felt a sense of powerlessness, as if he had punched cotton.
"Mmm, this pastry is delicious, try some."
Wang Zifeng, who had always disliked sweets, instinctively flinched back when she put the pastry directly into his mouth. However, he couldn't avoid it and could only chew the pastry in his mouth with pain, swallowing it reluctantly under Wu Caiwei's gaze.
As soon as Wu Caiwei left, he put his fingers down his throat, wanting to spit out the pastry. It was too disgusting. But after retching for a long time, he couldn't vomit anything, only making himself uncomfortable.
That night, he suddenly felt as if insects were crawling all over his body, biting him. Startled, he quickly got up and lit a candle. Strangely, there was nothing on his body, yet the pain intensified.
The commotion he made woke up the maid on duty. Seeing him like this, she quickly sent for a doctor. When the doctor arrived, Wang Zifeng was lying in bed, his face pale, sweat dripping from his forehead. He was gaping as if he had seen something terrifying, while Madam Wang continuously wiped away her tears beside him.
The doctor examined him back and forth and consistently found his pulse to be unusually steady. "I'm afraid I'm incapable. Please find someone else."
Madam Wang was shocked when the old doctor said this with a look of guilt. This was the most skilled doctor in the county. If even he couldn't help, then others were even less likely to succeed.
"Doctor, you must save my son," Madam Wang quickly stepped forward to block his path, looking at him pleadingly.
"It's not that I don't want to help, but my medical skills are mediocre, and I can't discern what illness the young master has." The doctor was somewhat troubled. He had been practicing medicine for so many years and had never encountered such a situation. From his pulse, the young master seemed perfectly healthy, yet anyone could see he was in great distress.
"Then what should we do?" Madam Wang was frantic. Doctor after doctor was summoned, but her son's condition showed no improvement.
After tossing and turning all night, as dawn broke, the pain gradually subsided. Wang Zifeng felt as if he had come back to life, while Madam Wang hugged him fearfully, "My son, what on earth happened to you?"
"How would I know?" His brain, numb from the pain, finally returned to normal. He suddenly thought of the pastry Wu Caiwei had fed him earlier that day and said with a mournful face, "Could it be that woman? She fed me a pastry today, something she'd never done before, and then I fell ill at night. Isn't that too coincidental?"
"Yes, it must be her. I'll go find her right now." Although they had no concrete evidence, Madam Wang's intuition told her it was Wu Caiwei. After all, no one else in the mansion could have dared to do such a brazen thing.
Wu Caiwei, who was fast asleep, was awakened by a loud knocking. Annoyed, she pulled the blanket over her head, intending to go back to sleep. However, the knocking intensified, and she had no doubt that if she didn't open the door soon, they would surely break it down.
She got up grumpily, opened the door, and yelled with her eyes closed, "Who is it? Disturbing people's sleep in the middle of the night!"
"I ask you, is my son like this because of you?" Knowing she couldn't defeat Wu Caiwei, Madam Wang didn't bother with her rudeness and got straight to the point.
"What do you mean my son is like this? What does it have to do with me?" After saying that, she turned around, wanting to go back to sleep.
Madam Wang grabbed her hand, "Don't play dumb. Besides you, who else in the mansion would target our family? Tell me, what did you give my son to eat?"
"You must be joking. I went into his room to eat. Several people were there when I ate. I ate the same pastry and was fine, so how could he be sick?" Wu Caiwei didn't want to admit it. If she confessed, she could imagine her doorstep being crowded with people for the next while. Moreover, her parents and brother were in the mansion, and she didn't want to disturb their lives. Madam Wang, like a headless fly, could also be made to suffer alongside Wang Zifeng for a while longer.
"You really didn't do it?"
"Nonsense, if it were this grandma, would I dare not admit it?"
Seeing that she climbed back into bed and continued to sleep in front of so many people, Madam Wang stomped her foot in anger. She walked to the door, kicked the doorframe, and then turned to see Wu Caiwei unfazed, causing a pain to surge in her chest.
Wang Zifeng slept soundly that day. He thought he had just felt unwell the day before and was fine today. Who knew that as night fell, the familiar pain would return.
Madam Wang was exhausted. She could only hold her son's hand and weep. Suddenly, she remembered that there was a doctor living in their courtyard and quickly ordered someone to invite Father Liu.
Madam Wang hadn't placed much hope in him to begin with. After he took her son's pulse for a long time and still shook his head, she became exasperated.
After that, no one in the Wang family ever saw the young master go out again. He suffered excruciating pain at night and slept to catch up during the day. The servants in the mansion went from being initially flustered to calm. Madam Wang no longer appeared, as she had been on guard for several nights and still had to handle affairs of the household during the day. She was on the verge of collapse and almost fell ill. Besides, her son's illness wasn't life-threatening, and he was fine during the day.
Only Wang Zifeng was tormented day after day, suffering greatly. When the pain was severe, he felt he might as well die. But during the day, when he felt comfortable all over, he thought life was pretty good.
What surprised Master Wang was that he had already reported Wu Caiwei's situation to his superiors, but there were no instructions. He felt something was amiss.