Yang Baiyue’s heart jolted, and he hurriedly looked up at the butler with a wary gaze, only to find the butler looking completely at ease. Relieved, he thought it might just be a coincidence and then waved his hand dismissively, "That’s hearsay, not to be believed... Besides, it’s not like I’m not pregnant..." He had fathered several children before, after all. As for currently having no children, that was Dong Ruoqiu’s incapability.
The butler nodded and did not persist, advising Yang Baiyue to rest well before carrying out the medicine bowl.
Meanwhile, Yang Ruxin was sitting inside the space, nibbling on a sweet and crunchy duck pear, with Xiaolun beside her pecking at an egg.
Yang Baiyue’s look of astonishment upon hearing "Dapu East Village," as well as the full measure of guilt in his eyes—though fleeting—did not escape Yang Ruxin’s notice. She couldn’t help but sneer to herself, thinking how it wasn’t a matter of disbelief, but rather a fear of returning to the village.
Once the room door closed, Yang Ruxin leaned forward in the space, watching Yang Baiyue, still wrapped in blankets on the bed, and suddenly smiled.
"Who?" Yang Baiyue was startled and looked around, asking, "Who’s there?"
Yang Ruxin touched her nose, wondering if her voice could be heard outside.
Suddenly, a thought popped into her head: Your will is strong enough; if you want him to hear you, he will hear you.
Damn! Yang Ruxin blew a strand of hair off her forehead, wondering if this was a new skill. It was quite convenient, and she glanced at Yang Baiyue, who had calmed down from his fright, and smiled again.
"Who?" Yang Baiyue suddenly jumped up, demanding, "Who is hiding there? Speak up or I’ll call for others!"
"Yang Baiyue... Mo Wenjie..." Yang Ruxin pinched her throat, altering her voice, "What should I call you?"
"You... how do you know? Who exactly are you? What do you want?" Yang Baiyue collapsed back onto the bed upon hearing this, urging, "Come out, stop playing tricks..."
"I am right here in front of you, hehe..." Yang Ruxin laughed, "It’s a pity you can’t see me..."
"You... who are you really?" Yang Baiyue felt a chill go down his spine as he shouted in terror, "Someone help, quickly, someone help..."
The servants outside rushed in immediately, asking, "Master, what’s wrong?"
"There’s someone in the room, find her and catch her..." Yang Baiyue shouted.
The servants, not daring to delay, searched all over the room, even under the bed and in the wardrobe, but there was no sign of anyone.
"Impossible," Yang Baiyue became more terrified, "Someone was just here talking to me..."
The butler arrived too, and searched once more, but still, there was no trace of anyone—not even an insect.
"Master, you might have been hearing things," the butler sighed, advising him gently, "Get some sleep, you will feel better after resting..." Saying this, he had people assist Yang Baiyue onto the bed and tucked him in, "Rest a while, this old servant will be waiting outside..."
And Yang Baiyue actually closed his eyes, perhaps indeed believing he had been hallucinating.
As the butler led the servants out of the room, one of the servants poked the butler, saying, "Uncle Hang, do you think the master might have..."
The butler was a servant of the Dong Family and thus bore their surname, Dong, his name being Dong Hang, hence the servants called him Uncle Hang.
"Stop talking nonsense," Dong Hang quickly glared at that servant, warning, "Be careful or you’ll get a beating."