NOVPUB80: Chapter 80
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“Manager Tang, wake up, wake up.”
Softly murmuring, Tang Su woke up and opened her eyes, only to see the kind face of the family butler at the door.
“Miss, you’re back, the family has been waiting for you.”
Without catching her breath, Tang Su rushed out of the car and headed straight for the courtyard, completely forgetting Ye Tian who was still left in the car.
The black Toyota slowly entered the parking area in the backyard under the butler’s strange gaze, where various luxury cars had already filled the space.
Ye Tian smacked his lips but said nothing, who knows who lives here?
Bored, Ye Tian leaned back in the car seat, looking at the dangling little panda toy above him, and impulsively reached out to touch it.
“Hey, you there!
Yes, you!
Come over, don’t just sit in the car!
Come here and help out!”
A woman in a rose-red qipao shouted sharply in the courtyard, her appearance was pretty, but the hairdo and the harsh, snobbish air she exuded made her quite uncomfortable to look at.
Wearing white leather shoes, the sharp-tongued woman walked up to Ye Tian’s car, her face squeezing out a smile so fake that anyone could tell, “Handsome, which family’s young master are you?” Meanwhile, she didn’t forget to cast a contemptuous glance at the black Toyota.
Ye Tian foolishly waved his hands, “No, no, no, I’m just a driver, not any young master.”
“Oh, oh, oh, I see,” she said, feigning sudden realization, “Then, could you give us a little help?”
Help?
More like looking for a laborer!
“Aren’t there other people around, sitting in Mercedes, BMW, and Cadillac?
Maybe all of us could help together,” Ye Tian said, still in his naïve tone and genuinely simple expression. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
“Oh my, listen to you, handsome, it’s just a tiny bit of work, too many people would disturb the old master’s rest, which wouldn’t be good, trouble you then.” Having said that, she didn’t care whether Ye Tian agreed or not, the woman directly opened the car door, it seemed if Ye Tian didn’t get out, she’d force him out.
With no choice, Ye Tian got out of the car and followed her into the villa, the same one Tang Su had entered, but she went in through the front door, while Ye Tian entered through the backyard.
Following the woman inside, he turned left into a small room that looked like a kitchen from the pots and pans around.
In front of Ye Tian was an earthenware pot for boiling medicine, and a bowl next to it contained a dark, pungent medicinal broth.
“Come, carry this bowl up to the third floor, follow me,” the qipao woman pointed at the bowl while covering her nose with a white silk handkerchief.
Right, she can’t stand the smell of the herbs.
During his time with the Dragon Team, Ye Tian had learned some things from an old traditional medicine doctor in the team.
Although not a master, he could still recognize the formula of ordinary herbs, this one was just a common formula for clearing heat.
No big deal.
“Follow me to the third floor.
Be smart, everyone is waiting there.” The qipao woman gave Ye Tian a look, and he carried the medicine and followed her up.
By now, Ye Tian could roughly guess the reason Tang Su had returned—it seemed to be for this old master who was seriously ill.
However, if the sick person was seriously ill, how useful could these heat-clearing medicines be?
Direct injections might have been more effective.
It’s none of my business.
Ye Tian shook his head and swaggered following the woman upstairs, really looking every bit the part of a little servant.
The staircase is made of sycamore wood, and the railing is carved from white jade lacquer.
From the first floor to the third floor, the entire mansion not only showcases luxurious decorations, but also reveals the master’s taste from its subdued colors—clearly, the owner is no ordinary person and possesses particularly meticulous scheming.
The whole space is silent until reaching the third floor where faint voices can be heard.
As they approach the doorway of a small room, the woman in a Qipao stops and says, “Give it to me.”
Having just taken the wooden tray with the medicine bowl, a few teardrops squeeze out of the woman’s eyes, appearing bright red, as if reflecting the aftermath of tremendous sorrow.
Ye Tian just stands there dumbfounded, wondering how she managed this feat—it’s more skillful than the makeup artists in the army!
“What are you looking at!
If you keep looking I’ll…”
“Ye Tian?
How did you get here?”
The woman in the Qipao is probably not expecting someone to suddenly appear inside the room and is so startled that she shakes, causing some of the medicinal soup to spill.
If Ye Tian hadn’t promptly steadied her, it probably would have needed to be brewed anew.
“Ah?
Ah, Susu, when did you return?
You two…know each other?
I should have known!
Only you could drive a Toyota, look at my memory!
Is this your driver?” Tang Su’s Second Aunt’s expressions change so dramatically, it rivals the face-changing technique of Sichuan and even surpasses it in complexity.
“Second Aunt, he’s not my driver, he’s a friend of mine who drove me back.”
When the word ‘friend’ is mentioned, the woman in the Qipao visibly falters, and a peculiar expression flashes through her eyes.
Tang Su, not wanting to elaborate further, says, “Second Aunt, let me take this inside.”
“No need, no need, you two chat, have a good talk with your friend.
I’ll go inside.” With a suggestive smile, the woman in the Qipao enters the room, where upon entering, Ye Tian catches a glimpse of her forcefully squeezing out tears.
“Your Second Aunt… is quite adorable.”
Tang Su rolls her eyes at him, glances inside the room, and quietly says, “Ye Tian, I appreciate your help, but it’s really busy here, so…”
“No worries, I have some friends to visit anyway, so I’ll leave now.”
“Mhm, this time…”
“Susu, if a friend has come, don’t just stand outside; cough, invite them in to sit down.”
Just as Ye Tian turns to leave, an elderly voice emanates from inside the room.
Ye Tian watches Tang Su stick out her tongue and laugh playfully; it seems like she’s both taking pleasure and showing off.
Although he doesn’t know what’s happening, ever since arriving at the Tang Family mansion, Tang Su had been subtly avoiding him.
Ye Tian initially thought she simply forgot, but now it’s clear she’s ushering him out.
“Come on, come in and sit, the old master is calling you.” The woman in the Qipao, ever eager for lively scenes, pulls Ye Tian inside without waiting for Tang Su’s reaction.
Tang Su, having no other choice, follows them in.
The room is spacious, but it’s more crowded inside, with seven or eight people, both men and women, gathered around an old man lying in bed.
It seems like a stone thrown into a tranquil pond when Tang Su and Ye Tian walk in together—everyone’s gaze turns towards them, making them the center of attention, but just for a moment.
After everyone’s eyes sweep over them, everything returns to normal—the chatters continue, and the silent remain silent.
