Chapter 11

..., which was why he threw the scarf away.

Tang Mingxi cried injustice, but Ye Heng had already resolutely stepped into the pond, sending ripples across the water.

"Stop him!" Tang Mingxi snapped back to his senses.

What was he doing?! Wading into a pond that could freeze over in weather this cold.

Besides, Tang Mingxi remembered that Ye Heng still had a fever. Although... although if the male lead died, he would not have to die either, his conscience could not bear it!

At the second young master's command, none of the servants dared disobey. They immediately rushed in from all directions, trying to stop Ye Heng.

As the male lead, with his long limbs and even longer legs, he naturally would not be subdued so easily. The servants who rushed up were beaten senseless by him, all collapsing to the ground with groans.

Tang Mingxi's head immediately began to ache. He had not expected Ye Heng to be so difficult to handle. In a fit of pique, he thought, If he wants to jump into the water, let him. What does it have to do with me?

The next second, Second Young Master Tang's thunderous roar rang out over the manor: "Wang Ma!"

The second after that, Wang Ma descended from the heavens, her strong, powerful arms looking incredibly reassuring. "Second Young Master, did you call for me?"

Tang Mingxi pointed at Ye Heng. "Go fish him out for me!"

By then, Ye Heng had already reached the middle of the pond.

The red scarf had been burned through with a large hole, leaving it blackened and utterly ugly.

Soaked in water, the entire scarf was drenched. Ye Heng stared at it, and before long, his eyes reddened as fury suddenly flared within him.

Even with his usually patient temperament, he could not properly conceal the viciousness in his gaze now.

The scorching sensation in his forehead was real.

Ye Heng's fever had not fully subsided to begin with. After being punished by kneeling in the snow, he had attended the annual meeting while feverish. Now, after returning to the Tang Family Manor and resting for barely a few minutes, Huo Yiran had tormented him for half the day.

His illness came on fiercely. Ye Heng's body swayed precariously in the pond, but fortunately, Wang Ma arrived in time and hauled him out of the water.

By then, the young man's lips were deathly pale, and he was barely breathing.

Even Huo Yiran frowned slightly and muttered, "He's not really dead, is he?"

He had only wanted to teach Ye Heng a lesson. He had not actually wanted to kill him. Murder was against the law.

Tang Mingxi no longer knew how to deal with this chaotic scene.

After Ye Heng was pulled from the pond, he passed out again. Fainting twice in a single day was really something else.

"Take him back to his room. Call the family doctor," Tang Mingxi ordered.

Huo Yiran objected, "Does he really need a doctor, Uncle? I think he's faking it. A little medicine will do."

"Why don't you fake it for me?" There was already a trace of anger in Tang Mingxi's voice.

It was true that this was a novel, and it was also true that Ye Heng would kill him in the future.

But when these people stood alive before him, Tang Mingxi could not bear to watch the strong bully the weak.

As for the future... he would deal with it in the future. He was still confident that he could run away from Ye Heng.

Huo Yiran paused, his tone turning sharp as he said in disbelief, "Uncle, you're yelling at me for this piece of trash?"

Tang Mingxi took a deep breath. "I'm not yelling at you. Use your brain and think. If someone really dies, how are we supposed to clean this up? Are you sick of the food at home and want to eat prison meals instead?"

After being scolded by Tang Mingxi, Huo Yiran felt that even if he had been in the right, he was no longer right. He felt terribly wronged.

If he had a dog tail, it would have been drooping on the ground by now.

At the same time, the way he looked at Ye Heng changed from hatred to venomous resentment.

It was all this piece of trash's fault that Uncle had become like this. Then he thought of the fact he hated most: why should trash like this get to marry Uncle too...

Wang Ma carried Ye Heng to a guest room, while Uncle Liu, the butler, swiftly helped Ye Heng change into a clean set of clothes.

He was an honest man. Seeing Ye Heng in such a miserable state, he could not help thinking of his seventeen-year-old son and feeling a little pity. "Second Young Master went too far this time. No matter how bad the young master-in-law is, he's still his fiancé."

Wang Ma immediately shot him a fierce look. "You'd better let those words rot in your stomach. Otherwise, if they reach Second Young Master's ears, not even the King of Heaven himself can save you!"

After thinking for a moment, she said indignantly, "It wasn't Second Young Master who pushed him into the water. Besides, I think Second Young Master is quite nice—kindhearted, repaying resentment with virtue, and even calling a doctor for this piece of trash!"

Tang Mingxi had just entered the room

when he heard Wang Ma singing his praises.

He was already used to everyone at the Tang Family Manor being obsessed with the "second young master"!

Tang Mingxi came in with the family doctor and discovered that even while lying in bed, the young man still gripped the scarf tightly and refused to let go.

It was clear just how important it was to him.

Tang Mingxi remembered that Ye Heng had not had a happy childhood either. His father had died early, his mother held all the power, and only his younger sister had depended on him for company.

In the original novel, Ye Heng's mother, Chi Yun, even became a major villain in the later stages. Thinking of that cold, noblewoman who killed without batting an eye, as described in the novel, Tang Mingxi could not help sighing.

Like mother, like son.

When this mother and son fought, both the underworld and the respectable circles across the mainland would have to tuck their tails between their legs.

After the examination, the medicine, and the IV drip, it was already the middle of the night.

Tang Nuo had been waiting outside the door. He had originally thought Tang Mingxi would leave after taking one look and confirming that Ye Heng was not dead.

What puzzled him was that Tang Mingxi actually listened carefully to the doctor's instructions and even asked several concerned questions.

What was wrong with his useless second brother?

Had he really damaged his brain when he fell down the stairs?

Tang Nuo leaned against the door, his brows tightly furrowed.

Since returning from rebirth, he had found Tang Mingxi extremely strange, as if he had become a completely different person.

Tonight, if Tang Mingxi had not spoken up to save Ye Heng and disrupted his entire plan, he would have been the one doing Ye Heng a favor.

No matter what, Tang Mingxi had to die.

Tang Nuo clenched his fists. Only if he died would Ye Heng possibly spare the Tang family.

Tang Mingxi watched over Ye Heng for most of the night. Wang Ma lovingly brought him a late-night snack twice, but he barely touched it.

Fortunately, the original owner had always been a picky eater, so Wang Ma did not suspect that his tastes had changed.

After two bags of saline, Ye Heng's condition improved slightly, and his fever went down.

Sleepiness washed over Tang Mingxi. Seeing that Ye Heng was no longer in serious danger, he got up and returned to his bedroom to sleep.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Tang Nuo standing outside in the posture of someone about to knock, holding a bowl of chicken soup.

"I was worried that Second Brother might get hungry after staying up so late to look after him, so I had the kitchen stew some soup."

Tang Mingxi thought calmly, This soup wasn't stewed for me, was it?

In the original novel, Tang Mingxi and Tang Nuo did not have a good relationship. Tang Nuo was actually much closer to Ye Heng.

Tang Nuo had definitely used the excuse of bringing him soup to prepare it for Ye Heng.

Tang Mingxi waved him off without exposing him. "I'm not hungry."

Tang Nuo tested the waters. "Second Brother must be tired too. Let me watch over him for a while."

Tang Mingxi could not be bothered with him. Yawning, he casually nodded and left.

After they had passed several rooms, Wang Ma, who had been at his side the whole time, suddenly spoke. "Second Young Master, are you really letting that little slut Tang Nuo look after Young Master Ye?"

Hearing that, Tang Mingxi asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time. "Wang Ma, why do you always call Tang Nuo 'little slut'?"

He remembered that it was not a very nice term.

Wang Ma immediately defended Tang Mingxi. "Isn't he a little slut?! He clearly knows Ye Heng has an engagement with you, yet he keeps rushing to take care of Ye Heng every day, calling him brother-in-law this and brother-in-law that, afraid that no one can smell that seductive fox stench on him!"

Tang Mingxi was stunned. Wang Ma had put it so bluntly that even he, an ironclad straight man, understood.

From reading the original novel until now, Tang Mingxi had always thought that Ye Heng and Tang Nuo were merely