Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 502: Terms of Exchange Falling Ill (3)_1

Chapter 502: Chapter 502: Terms of Exchange Falling Ill (3)_1

Fortunately, aside from Liu Siqi and his wife in the backyard and Lao Fan with his disciple who were desperately indulging in pastries, there was no one else present in the Fuman Building at that moment. Otherwise, Su Qiuyu’s nearly frenzied demeanor would have truly scared people away!

It wasn’t easy for her to finish venting, and only then did Yaner finally breathe a sigh of relief. Because of the day’s events, Su Qiuyu, not wanting to annoy Xia Zheng, didn’t dare to smash any more teacups, nor did she dare to damage anything else. She could only violently assault the pillows and quilt on the bed. Although they became somewhat wrinkled, thankfully, they remained intact.

Yaner picked up the pillows and quilt thrown to the ground by her mistress, hugged them tightly to her chest, and timidly asked, "Miss, why don’t you rest now? It’s already midnight."

Su Qiuyu sat blankly on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face unchecked. This time, she was genuinely heartbroken.

She knew that many heiresses in the capital city envied her for being able to stay by Xia Zheng’s side, but there were also many who saw things clearly, knowing that Xia Zheng simply disdained her. She had come all the way to find him just to prove herself, and what was the result? Nothing but disdain! She had bested so many wealthy young ladies in the capital city, only to lose to an unknown village girl! If this got back to them, what would become of Su Qiuyu’s face, her reputation?

"Miss, you should rest earlier, don’t think about all those things anymore. Young Master Xia simply doesn’t know about your habit of eating late-night snacks, maybe, it was just a coincidence today," Yaner said, hardly believing her own words.

Su Qiuyu moved slightly, and with a thud, she collapsed onto the bed, closed her eyes, and let the tears flow freely.

Yaner gently covered her with the quilt, but before it even touched her body, Su Qiuyu flung it onto the floor, "No covers!"

"Miss!"

"Get out!"

Su Qiuyu chastised with her eyes closed, and Yaner, scared of her, didn’t dare to speak any further. She could only place the quilt by her mistress’s feet, so it was readily accessible should she reach for it herself.

Yet, Su Qiuyu didn’t touch the quilt all night and by the next day, she had successfully come down with a fever.

Chilled and hungry, with frustration simmering in her heart, it was no wonder she fell ill!

"Miss, do you have a fever?" Seeing Su Qiuyu’s languid complexion, Yaner, who had served her for many years, instantly recognized her sickness.

Su Qiuyu had been pampered and adored from a young age, falling ill so seldom that it could be counted on one hand, which made Yaner even more flustered.

Holding her heavy head, Su Qiuyu simply couldn’t hold up any longer and collapsed back onto the bed. Her voice was somewhat hoarse, "Has Brother Zheng come back yet?"

Yaner bit her lip, shook her head, and softly said, "This servant just went to ask, they said... they said Young Master Xia will have breakfast at the Lin family hollow before returning."

Have breakfast before coming back!

Ha, what is there in the Lin family hollow that’s so tantalizing, to make the second son of the General Mansion so infatuated? That’s right, there is a Lin Yuan, isn’t there?

"Madam, she should arrive today, right?"

Yaner nodded, "Yes, we didn’t rest in Yecheng, so we are a day ahead of their carriage. At the latest, Madam Xia should arrive by noon today."

Su Qiuyu’s face was pale, but still, she smiled at the good news, "Good, she will arrive today. Let that little wretch Lin Yuan taste what it feels like to be rejected herself! Yaner, when Brother Zheng comes later, tell him I’m sick and need to see a doctor, ask him to accompany me. Leave that little wretch alone in the inn, it would be best if she offends Madam Xia! For a princess to be bumped into by a village girl, it would be strange if they didn’t chop off her head!"

Yaner lowered her gaze and responded with a yes, then went out to wait for Xia Zheng.