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Chapter 119 You're so smart

Jimo Yu, with the help of Madam Xing, pushed the door open and entered the room. Seeing him lying on the bed, his face still red... rosy? Jimo Yu was stunned for a moment, his face showing anxiety, he quickly walked over and grabbed Jimo Yanzhou's exposed hand, and said in a sad voice: "Sixth Brother, are you in pain? Your face is so red, do you have a fever? How is your wound? Has the doctor of Guiyi Sect treated you well?"

Jimo Yanzhou was grabbed by Jimo Yu like this, and seeing Jimo Yu's worried face, he felt guilty and short of breath, with a wronged look on his face: "It hurts, it hurts so much."

When Jimo Yu heard this, his eyes became moist. He frowned and said sadly, "Let me see how the wound is being treated. Those guys didn't know how to use enough force. They knew you were my most beloved son, but they still used such heavy force. They really have no sense of judgment."

As Jimo Yu was talking, he was about to lift the quilt to check. Jimo Yanzhou quickly grabbed the quilt and said, "You'd better not look at it. The wound has just been treated with medicine. Don't let it be exposed to the wind. In case it gets infected."

System: The wound cannot be exposed to the wind. How could you think of that?

Jimo Yu's attempt to lift the quilt stopped in mid-air, then retracted. "If you can't see the wind, forget it. I won't look at it for now. Just lie down first. Is there anything you need? I'll have someone bring it to you later."

Then Jimo Yu sat down beside Jimo Yanzhou's bed and said with concern, "It's been seventeen years since we last saw each other. I remember you were so small back then." He raised his hand to gesture and sighed deeply, "You were so lovable and pretty when you were a child, prettier than a girl. Sometimes your mother would dress you up as a girl when she was in a good mood. Speaking of your mother, the only people I feel sorry for all these years are you and your son. I didn't have the ability to protect her and caused her to die early. Later, I had to send you away. During the years when you and your son were not with me, every time I thought of this, I was tortured in my heart all day long, fearing that your mother would not forgive me in her afterlife..."

Jimo Yu sat there and talked for a long time. Madam Xing, who was standing next to him, had an ugly look on her face. Seeing that Zhou Yun, who was sitting at the table, did not entertain her, Madam Xing turned her cold eyes towards Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun calmly flipped through the book in his hand, ignoring Madam Xing's murderous gaze.

Madam Xing walked to the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Jimo Yu, saying gently, "Master, you have been talking for so long, you must be thirsty. The maidservant beside the Sixth Young Master is really something. When she saw the master coming, she didn't even serve a cup of tea."

Mrs. Xing's words were suggestive, and she glanced at Zhou Yun intentionally or unintentionally.

Jimo Yanzhou was a straightforward person. He said in an unhappy tone, "I just got home. I cleaned the yard by myself. Where did this maid come from?"

Jimo Yu frowned, heard Jimo Yanzhou's words, and looked up at Madam Xing who was standing in front of him.

Madam Xing held the teacup with an embarrassed look on her face. She stuffed the teacup into Jimo Yu's hand and laughed, "Master, don't listen to the Sixth Young Master. The Sixth Young Master may have some misunderstandings about me. I did ask the steward to send people to clean up the Sixth Young Master's yard. Maybe the Sixth Young Master is not satisfied."

Jimo Yanzhou snorted softly: "Who is this? Why are you speaking so harshly?"

"Sixth Young Master, you..." Madam Xing looked at Jimo Yu with a look of grievance.

"This is my concubine." Jimo Yu said, staring at Madam Xing, and said coldly, "If you can't handle the affairs in the backyard, I will find someone else."

Madam Xing was so frightened that her face turned pale and she quickly knelt down: "Master, it's unfair."

Jimo Yu supported Madam Xing and shouted, "I'm not dead yet, don't kneel in front of me, step aside."

Mrs. Xing quickly stood up and stood aside.

"Sixth Brother," Jimo Yu sat there, staring at Jimo Yanzhou with burning eyes, looking him up and down, with strong emotions in his eyes.

Jimo Yanzhou felt uncomfortable being stared at by him and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Jimo Yu laughed, "It's okay, it's okay, Dad just came to see you, Dad was just a little surprised that you actually came home alive, which really makes me feel extremely relieved."

In fact, Jimo Yu really didn't expect Jimo Yanzhou to return home alive. He just gave it a try. If Jimo Yanzhou died on the way home, it would be his son's bad luck. At least he gave him a chance, and Le's spirit in heaven couldn't blame him.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine, you can go. Sorry for disturbing my rest." Look at what Old Deng said, it seems that he doesn't want me to go home alive. Jimo Yanzhou pulled the quilt that had slipped down his neck, and pulled the quilt above his head, trying to turn a blind eye to it.

"Ah..." Seeing him like this, Jimo Yu's heart sank, and he did not hide the disappointment in his eyes, "Son, Dad had someone beat you, but there was nothing he could do. You know, Dad is the head of the family, and there are many things that are beyond his control."

If you are the head of the family but still cannot control your own affairs, then there is no point in being the young head of the family.

Madam Xing, who was standing nearby, said, "Sixth Young Master, the master has come to see you in person. It would be fine if you didn't appreciate it, but why do you still have this attitude?"

Zhou Yun at the side said quietly, "He hasn't been home for more than ten years, and when he came home he was beaten up and almost beaten to death, but he didn't hold any grudge against you. You can say he is a sunny and cheerful person."

"Who are you? What does my family's affairs have to do with you?" Mrs. Xing glared at Zhou Yun.

Jimo Yanzhou lifted the quilt covering his head and said, "She is my sister." You can say that about me, but you can't say that about my little Yun'er.

"Six, where did your sister come from? You are your mother's only son." Jimo Yuyan said.

Your mother's only son, not your father's only son, that's very clear.

Jimo Yanzhou wanted to say that he picked it up on the road, but he felt it was inappropriate, so he said, "You can say it about me, but you can't say it about my sister. She has been spoiled since she was a child and can't stand being wronged."

Madam Xing saw that the little girl was dressed elegantly and her temperament was indeed not something that could be raised by an ordinary family. She said, "Little girl, I think you are not someone that could be raised by an ordinary family. How could you be so ignorant of self-respect and just follow a man around so casually?"

Zhou Yun's eyes were deep and he smiled: "Is this lady the mistress of the mansion?"

Mrs. Xing was stunned.

Zhou Yun said slowly: "It seems not." So, don't meddle in the master's family affairs.

Madam Xing said angrily, "Even if I'm not the mistress, I'm in charge of all the affairs in the backyard of this mansion."

"So it's the housekeeper. Didn't Madam know when Jimo Yanzhou would come back? Why didn't you even clean up the yard for him? Did Madam forget? But Madam just said that you are in charge of the affairs of the backyard. So, Madam's ability to handle the affairs of the backyard is not that good." Zhou Yun saw that Madam Xing looked unhappy, and then continued: "How did Madam convince Jimo Zhong to hand over the affairs of the backyard to you?"