Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

The old doctor spoke with a heavy tone and lamented: "I have no choice but to find another expert."

In the end, the old doctor just prescribed some medicine. At most, he would wait until Wei Ce woke up to relieve his pain.

Mrs. Wei's legs were weak and she could hardly stand.

She still couldn't accept the news that her son's legs would be like this for the rest of his life.

When he first entered the house, he was indeed a little resentful of Wen Ya, but at this time, he was relieved.

Ce'er's legs were helpless from the beginning. She was still holding out hope, thinking that the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple would be able to do something about it. But now it seems that the so-called relationship with marriage is all nonsense.

"You should guard the eldest son here. Since he has entered the courtyard, he belongs to the eldest son. You must take good care of him."

Mrs. Wei didn't even have the strength to resent. After telling Wen Ya, she was supported by Aunt Meng and slowly left Xiuzhuyuan.

Wen Ya, who was still in the room, felt very sorry for Wei Ce.

She looked at Wei Ce with trembling eyes. If he didn't have such a leg injury, he didn't know how high-spirited he would be. No wonder he would burn himself in the end.

On the second day, the sky was slightly bright. Wen Ya slept on the small couch and woke up leisurely.

She stood up quietly and went to the small kitchen outside to bring the food and the medicine Wei Ce wanted to drink.

Unexpectedly, when she entered the door again, she heard a cold voice, "Kneel down!"

Wen Ya took a step back and saw Wei Ce sitting in a wheelchair with Chang Mo standing behind him.

Wen Ya didn't do as he was told. She just walked over, put the food box in her hand on the table, and started to serve the food again.

Unexpectedly, the man's face turned livid, and Chang Mo pushed his wheelchair and moved him to the dining table.

Wei Ce waved his hand and all the food on the table fell to the ground. The bowl of porcelain was shattered on the ground. He angrily said: "I asked you to kneel down. Are you deaf? Can't understand human language?"

"You didn't listen to my mother's orders last night. Didn't you do a good job? Now you don't listen to my orders. What's wrong? I can't control you, so you have to ask my mother to order you?!"

Wei Ce's eyes were locked on Wen Ya, and his words were like daggers.

Wen Ya didn't kneel down for a long time, so Chang Mo walked over and pressed Wen Ya's shoulders to make her kneel in front of Wei Ce.

Wei Ce looked at Wen Ya's rebellious appearance. Her back was straight and her eyes were resolute. She didn't look like the timid girl he saw in Qingcheng Mountain at all.

Wei Ce's chest heaved violently with anger, and he scolded again:

"How dare you, a little brother-in-law, to disobey me? Who gave you the courage?"

He felt that Wen Ya was too presumptuous and wanted to test her temper.

There was a "bang", this time it was not the dishes, but the table.

The entire rosewood round table in front of her was overturned by Wei Ce. Even though Wen Ya was not hit, her foot was crushed. In an instant, her left embroidered shoe became a large area red and soaked with blood.

The anger in Wei Ce's heart has not subsided, "Today, you will think about it carefully in this room. You are not allowed to leave the house even half a step without my permission!"

Wen Ya knelt on the ground, lowered her head and remained silent.

She breathed a sigh of relief. This world was an extremely difficult place. From now on, life in this mansion would be difficult.

His status is too humble, he doesn't even have freedom, and even his life is just a word from the superior.

Wen Ya knelt on the ground for a long time without getting up. Her feet hurt, her knees hurt, and her lower body was so numb that she could barely feel anything.

When it was time for lunch, Wei Ce noticed that Wen Ya's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, but at this moment, Mrs. Wei was about to come over.

Wei Ce asked Wen Ya to cheer up.

"My mother is coming over, and you are still kneeling here. Do you want her to see me abusing you?"

Wen Ya didn't move, so Wei Ce sat in the wheelchair and stretched out his hand to pull Wen Ya up.

As he got closer, Wei Ce saw that Wen Ya's foot was injured, and his heart tightened.

"Chang Mo, find two maids to help her up."

Chang Mo felt a little baffled, but he still went out to call for help.

The two maids outside came in and helped Wen Ya, and found a small blood stain on the place where she was kneeling. People who didn't know better thought Wen Ya had had a miscarriage.

But upon closer inspection, it was discovered that her injuries were concentrated on her feet.

Wei Ce scolded: "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"

"Seeing that I am disabled, do you want to be like me?"

Wen Ya then raised her head and answered neatly:

"My eldest son, it was my slave who offended you last night. I will never do it again. Please forgive me, eldest son."

If Wen Ya had been stubborn and not said soft words, Wei Ce would have felt extra motivated to argue with her, but when Wen Ya gave in, Wei Ce felt a little guilty.

He wasn't like this before. He used to have the most kind-hearted temper, but now he is grabbing a little girl to vent his anger at will!

"Well, I forgive you, go down."

After finishing her words, Wen Ya stood up. Because she had been kneeling for a long time, her body swayed twice.

"Hurry up and help her, carefully, and take her to the doctor for bandage."

Wei Ce scolded the maid, and the two maids nodded repeatedly.

"No need, I'm going to the west wing to rest. Don't worry, sir, I won't talk nonsense in front of Madam."

Wen Ya declined, then walked around the screen and left the main room.

After Wen Ya left, Mrs. Wei came.

She came to Wei Ce to see why he was losing his temper. She heard from a servant that at that time in the morning, the eldest son's yard was filled with angry scoldings and the sound of broken dishes.

Based on how well she knew Wei Ce, she was probably blaming others for her leg injury.

When she entered the house, she saw that Wei Ce did not frown and the house was clean. She raised her eyebrows, which was unexpected.

"Mother, why are you here again?"

Mrs. Wei glanced at Wei Ce and said quietly: "I asked you to check in the whole room last night, which caused a big fuss and called a doctor. Today I heard that there was a lot of noise in your courtyard."

"Which servant made nonsense in front of you and turned around and tore her mouth out."

Mother Meng lowered her head and did not dare to make a sound.

Seeing that her eldest son's temper had changed drastically and he was no longer as tolerant and generous as before, Mrs. Wei sighed and then said:

"Cer, where is your brother? He went to study in the academy in the capital and learned about you. He also asked someone to ask for medicine there. It is said that he found a miracle doctor. No, mother received a letter from your brother this morning. He sent you medicine back."

Wei Ce refused with a face, "It's useless, my leg can't be cured."

Mrs. Wei retorted: "Of course it will be useful."

"You should take the medicine carefully and you will know if it works after you try it."

"This medicine must be paired with a medicinal bath. Now Wen Ya has become yours. From now on, she will be responsible for your medicinal bath and take care of you."

"Ce'er, treat her well, that girl is nice."

Mrs. Wei was on the side talking earnestly, but Wei Ce was just upset, "I know, there's nothing to do. You can go and do your work."

When Mrs. Wei heard this, her heart was full of bitterness, and she had no choice but to leave with Mother Meng.