Chapter 15: Judging a Gentleman by One's Own Standards

After the meal, she should go upstairs, but her foot is a little inconvenient, and she doesn't want to trouble others.

She slowly stood up, lifted the injured foot, and hopped to the stairs on one foot.

When she reached the stairs, she held the railing and panted, she was really tired.

The stairs that were not high in the past looked very steep today.

Cheng Anyue gritted her teeth and continued to climb to the second floor.

The housekeeper watched her climb the stairs with difficulty and wanted to help, but Cheng Anyue didn't let him, so he could only watch.

Suddenly, he found a person standing on the railing on the second floor. He didn't need to think about who it was. The young master... was really special to this Miss Cheng.

Just when he thought An Shijue would help Cheng Anyue, he found that he left quickly.

The housekeeper was a little puzzled, what was going on?

Meanwhile, Cheng Anyue finally climbed halfway up the stairs. She was so tired that she looked down at the housekeeper who was looking at her with a worried look on his face. She smiled and said, "You go ahead and do your work. I can do it myself."

The housekeeper came back to his senses, looked at her, and nodded, "Then be careful."

"Okay!" Cheng Anyue replied. She rested for a while and continued to climb up. The pain seemed to be numb, so it was not as uncomfortable as before.

After going upstairs, Cheng Anyue went back to her room to rest.

The housekeeper was worried and came up to check on her. Seeing that Cheng Anyue was safe, he was relieved and was about to go downstairs. Suddenly, An Shijue's voice came from the study, "Uncle Zhou."

"Yes, Master!" The housekeeper, also known as Uncle Zhou, immediately walked towards the study.

In the room, Cheng Anyue sat on the bed and stared at her swollen feet in a daze. In her mind was the scene of An Shijue helping her apply medicated oil. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that his actions at that time were very gentle, but she also felt a little ridiculous. People like him really have nothing to do with gentleness. In any case, he is a person that people can't see through.

However, with her feet so swollen, how can she go to school tomorrow?

Lying on the bed, Cheng Anyue stared at the top of her head in a daze. The housekeeper told her to tell An Shijue if she had anything to say.

If she told An Shijue that she wanted to go home, would he agree?

This idea made Cheng Anyue herself laugh. Did An Shijue think he was a good person to talk to because he carried her to the dining table to eat and wiped her with medicinal wine today?

Although she was not confident in her heart, this idea expanded little by little. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it might be feasible, otherwise, she would never be able to go home.

Probably because she had made up her mind, she relaxed her whole body and fell asleep not long after lying on the bed.

When she woke up again, she was awakened by a knock on the door.

She sat up in a daze, looked at the door, and asked, "Who's knocking?"

"Miss, it's me."

Housekeeper? Cheng Anyue asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

"The kitchen made bone soup for you, I brought it to you."

"But I'm not hungry."

"It's okay to drink some soup. The doctor said you are malnourished, and you sprained your ankle, so you should replenish your body." said the housekeeper.

Cheng Anyue touched her bulging stomach. She hadn't digested what she had eaten before, but she knew that the housekeeper was doing this for her own good, and she didn't want to cause trouble for them because of herself.

She got off the bed, jumped to the door on one foot, opened the door, and the housekeeper was standing outside with a bowl of soup.

"Excuse me," Cheng Anyue said politely.

"Miss, you are too polite. I will help you bring the soup in." The housekeeper smiled.

"Thank you!" Cheng Anyue moved aside to let him in.

The housekeeper put the soup down and left, and before leaving, he said, "Miss, you have to drink this soup while it's hot."

"Okay!" Cheng Anyue replied, and sent the housekeeper out.

She closed the door, went back to the table and sat down. She looked at the soup bowl on the table, opened the lid, and a stream of hot steam came out. The rich and fragrant bone soup smelled very tempting.

She couldn't help swallowing, but was this soup drinkable?

After hesitating for a while, Cheng Anyue took the spoon and took a sip. It was a little hot, but the ingredients in it were very sufficient, and the taste was very fresh and delicious.

So, she had been judging others by her own standards before?