Daddy, Here Is Mommy

A man in a manservant's uniform pushed open the door and walked in. In his hand was a scarlet wooden carving tray with a steaming blue and white porcelain bowl on it.    

"Where is this place?"    

Qian Jingchuan frowned and asked.    

"Reporting to Young Master Qian, this is Yun Xi's residence."    

The male servant respectfully walked in front of him, bent down, and placed the tray in his hand on the Small Round Table beside the bed.    

The faint fragrance of medicine wafted up with the hot air, causing Qian Jingchuan to frown even harder.    

"Yun Xi's residence?"    

"Yes, Young Master Qian. It's best if you drink this Spirit-Sobering Soup while it's still hot."    

The manservant put down the tray and straightened up. His clasped hands naturally hung down.    

"Waking Wine Soup?"    

Qian Jingchuan felt somewhat baffled.    

"Young Master Qian, you're drunk. Don't you remember?"    

The manservant was puzzled.    

"Drunk?"    

Qian Jingchuan's forehead swelled and he was in extreme pain. He tried to remember, but he couldn't.    

"Young Master Qian, you drink while it's hot. I'll head out first."    

With that, the male servant left.    

Qian Jingchuan rubbed his swollen forehead and pulled his heavy eyelids to their maximum size as he looked around at his surroundings once more.    

It was a simple layout.    

The hue of black and white and gray.    

The only bright color was an abstract painting on the opposite wall.    

"Yun Xi Courtyard? "Fifth Young Master?"    

Qian Jingchuan suddenly reacted.    

"What is going on?"    

He frowned again as the medicinal fragrance of the hot air wafted past his nostrils.    

He still did not understand the situation, so he did not pick up the bowl of sobering soup. Instead, he stood up and walked out of the room.    

The air outside was extremely quiet.    

There was not a single person in sight.    

Qian Jingchuan stood at the door for a moment and looked around.    

"Young Master Qian, why have you come out?"    

The manservant who had gone in to serve him the soup suddenly appeared out of nowhere.    

"Can't I come out?"    

Qian Jingchuan was startled. He couldn't help but show a trace of impatience on his face. He rolled his eyes at him and snappily said.    

"No... "That's not it..."    

The manservant lowered his head in nervousness.    

"Sir said to rest more."    

"Sir?"    

Qian Jingchuan was stunned again. Following which, he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.    

"Mr. Nan?"    

"Yes."    

The manservant nodded.    

As the two of them spoke, the sound of a wheelchair moving across the carpet could be heard.    

"Young Master Qian, you should go in and rest."    

Although the servant spoke with a respectful tone, there was a trace of inexplicable warning in his words.    

Qian Jingchuan grew increasingly impatient. He cast him a cold glance before walking towards the staircase.    

"Young Master Qian, where do you want to go?"    

The male servant quickly followed.    

"Stay away from me. Otherwise, I'll be rude to you. "    

Qian Jingchuan's footsteps paused as he turned to the side and coldly reprimanded.    

"Yes."    

The manservant did indeed stand on the spot and did not follow.    

Qian Jingchuan pinched his nose and walked downstairs with a cold expression.    

Creak … Creak …    

The sound of the wheelchair scraping against the ground became clearer and clearer.    

"Master."    

The manservant quickly turned around and bowed towards the person sitting on the wheelchair.    

"Is the Young Master awake?"    

"Master, young master... He just went downstairs... "    

The manservant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and replied uneasily.    

"Down?"    

The expression on the face of the man in the wheelchair darkened, and his tone became more severe in an instant.    

"Didn't I tell you to watch him and rest well?"    

"The young master, he..."    

The manservant didn't know how to explain.    

"Forget it." You can't stop him. "    

The man in the wheelchair frowned slightly, and his deep voice revealed a trace of helplessness.