After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter-Chapter 48 - All Show No Substance
Chapter 48: Chapter 48: All Show, No Substance
Chapter 48: Chapter 48: All Show, No Substance
However, as long as he could bring some suffering to Song Xiaoniang and seize the opportunity to gain an upper hand, why would he not do it? Remembering the past, those long, tortuous days and nights when Song Xiaoniang loomed over him like a cloud, making it impossible for him to find peace.
His wife needed rest during her pregnancy, yet he couldn’t even manage the most basic care, spending his days revolving around this seemingly gentle but actually harsh “living Bodhisattva,” and suffering her biting cold words.
Now, the moment to avenge and redeem himself had finally come, and he naturally stepped forward to lead the charge!
Li Huaixin followed the conversation, his tone exaggeratedly agreeable, “Yes, yes, indeed, it was my oversight, misinterpreting Doctor Su’s good intentions. I will go and carefully prepare another bowl right away. I must not let my mistake delay Song Xiaoniang’s important treatment.”
Su Yu, seeing how quickly he grasped the intent, nodded in satisfaction, inwardly exclaiming: He truly is a master of his craft!
What? Another bowl?
Song Xiaoniang suddenly felt a chill as if falling into an ice cellar; intuition told her something was amiss, but she couldn’t find any flaw, only feeling an inexplicable cold creeping up her spine.
Ultimately, she dared not gamble with her own life, even if there might be malice hidden behind the jest.
The Young Master Tutor’s wife also struggled greatly, taking several deep breaths to barely calm her emotions; however, the uncontrollable smile at the corner of her mouth betrayed her inner pleasure.
Soon, Doctor Zhu returned to the room, holding the medicine bowl.
Su Yu caught sight of the bowl in his hands, her eyes widening; the bowl was significantly larger than the previous one, and the soup was much richer in color, clearly having undergone special “processing.”
She chuckled secretly to herself: This fellow, it seems his anger hasn’t subsided either.
Good, being lenient with those who commit evil is never a wise strategy.
Li Huaixin, with utmost respect, handed the bowl to Song Xiaoniang, his tone gentle yet firm, “Song Xiaoniang, the medicine is ready. Please take it sooner rather than later, and do not spit it out again. If the condition worsens because of this, it could be troublesome.”
Song Xiaoniang took the bowl with mixed feelings, her brow furrowed. She forced herself to take a sip and immediately her expression changed, followed by waves of gagging.
“Why does this medicine seem even harder to swallow?”
Li Huaixin, with a smile, explained lightly, “Oh, it’s just your psychological effect. Initially, not knowing its taste, you had no reaction, but after knowing, rejection arises, making it difficult to swallow!”
Su Yu covered her mouth and laughed softly, highly appreciating Li Huaixin’s skill at deceiving, thinking: This fellow, his trickery is quite impressive, not far from my own level.
Song Xiaoniang pondered his words; although reluctant, for her own safety, she had no choice but to swallow the bitter medicine.
However, the medicine in the bowl seemed like a bottomless pit that couldn’t be filled; despite her efforts to suppress her discomfort and gulp down several mouthfuls, the liquid in the bowl seemed hardly to diminish.
Li Huaixin, standing off to the side, snickered to himself, thinking, “How could the medicine not taste awful?” At first, he had strictly followed Su Yu’s formula, but now he realized she had ulterior motives. If not now, when would he have the chance to increase the dosage? This small piece of “revenge” also served as a delayed form of justice.
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Finally, after countless seemingly endless retches and pauses, the dark, viscous medicine with its ominous aura in Song Xiaoniang’s bowl slowly and painfully revealed the blue floral pattern at the bottom, like the first light of dawn after a long, dark night.
Young Master Tutor Lin’s brows were tightly knotted from start to finish. His sharp eyes, through the thin mist, intently watched this scene. Each of Song Xiaoniang’s painful reactions stirred turmoil within him.
The odor and color of the medicine made Young Master Tutor Lin think of an indescribable bitterness and filth, to the extent that he secretly vowed never to bear looking directly at those captivating red lips ever again.
Su Yu stood aside, the fire of revenge burning fiercely within her. Her indifferent eyes gleamed with the light of successful retribution.
For her, making Song Xiaoniang endure this double torture of body and mind was merely a minor part in her meticulously planned symphony of revenge.
Not only did she relish seeing the physical discomfort in the other, but she savored the mental destruction—forcing Song Xiaoniang to swallow the bitter and disgusting concoction, fully aware of its nastiness, submitting to power, suppressing all natural instincts of rejection, and drinking it down again and again.
This torture, Su Yu hoped, would transform into a permanent shadow haunting Song Xiaoniang’s heart, depriving her of sleep, tainting her taste for food, becoming a lifelong nightmare and shackle.
This was not merely a lesson, but a warning—in this complex and large household, even though Su Yu had originally no intention of meddling in such dirty affairs, hoping only to cure the patient and leave with her deserved reward, since Song Xiaoniang insisted on dragging her into the mire and even attempted to pin the blame on her, Su Yu would show no mercy.
Right after Song Xiaoniang painfully swallowed the last mouthful of medicine, she hastily placed the bowl heavily on the table beside her, then turned towards the cowering little maid by her side and yelled with all her might, “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and bring me some water to rinse my mouth! Do you think you’re a senseless puppet?”
Her imperious and arrogant tone was clear, even in her slightly kneeling position; her sharpness remained unabated.
Young Master Tutor Lin watched this unfold, the twisted expression on Song Xiaoniang’s face and her sharp words acting like a foreign mirror reflecting the dark corners of his heart that he had never touched.
The doubt and shock within him were indescribable—the one he had cherished for two years.
How could the woman he once thought was gentle, amusing, and entertaining become so repulsive in a blink of an eye?
In the past, although she was somewhat spoiled and capricious, her frankness and the occasional surprises always brought Young Master Tutor Lin novelty and joy, leading to his overly indulgent and forgiving nature.
However, now, looking at the yellow-brown stains of medicine at the corners of Song Xiaoniang’s mouth and her ferocious face directed towards the servant, Young Master Tutor Lin suddenly found that his affection had silently cooled, replaced by a slight aversion and disgust.
At this moment, Young Master Tutor’s wife suddenly exclaimed with a sarcastic sigh, “Oh, look at Song Xiaoniang’s demeanor, so commanding and imposing! If outsiders saw this, they might think she’s the true master of Lin Mansion!”
The underlying meaning was full of mockery and disdain.
Song Xiaoniang, relying on Young Master Tutor Lin’s affection, didn’t mind Young Master Tutor’s wife’s sarcasm at all, even scoffed inwardly, “After all, the one Master cherishes most is me. What’s the big deal with the nominal title of a mistress? It’s merely a title mentioned in passing.”
