Fortunate Life of the Rural Beauty

Gazing at the moon until nightfall, the elderly master was still in high spirits for a conversation while Yu and Yu’er were already struggling to keep their eyes open, yawning occasionally and covering their mouths with their chubby hands.

Mrs. Luo chuckled and said, "Elder cousin, we’ve had enough fun tonight. Look, both the children are sleepy."

The elderly master laughed aloud and rose, saying, "Indeed, let’s all retire to our rooms."

As everyone was getting up, they heard a fit of coughing coming from Fu Garden. The coughing was urgent, each one following the other, standing out unpleasantly in the night.

It was Chu Guangche’s voice. Luo Yun’s heart clenched with each cough, the sympathy was so painful she balled her hands into fists inside her sleeves. Thankfully, after a few violent coughs, the coughing quieted down, occurring only sporadically.

Mrs. Luo said, "That’s Guangche’s voice. Why is he coughing so fiercely?" Continuing on to say, "These past few days, I’ve heard him coughing a few times. We should send for a doctor from the capital city tomorrow to check on him and not let a minor illness become a major one."

The elderly master scolded, "What a hopeless boy, he must have stood for too long in a corner out in the wind." Waving his hand dismissively, he added, "There’s nothing to worry about. He has always been healthy, hardly ever had any illness since he was young."

Mrs. Luo countered, "Guangche is also in his forties now, you should not underestimate it."

With their conversation over, they left the Lu Garden.

As they passed by the front gate of Fu Garden, they could still hear a few coughs echoing from inside.