Volume One, Chapter Seventeen: A Slap Followed by a Sweet Reward

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Yue Yue glared resentfully at Xie Wenyuan’s profile, then suddenly came up with an idea.

Wearing a worried expression, she said, “Big brother, you’re busy with official duties, and second brother is seldom home. Neither of you has time to teach your sister.”

“I heard from Xiao Jing that there’s a famous nanny surnamed Jiang in the capital. She’s retired from the palace.”

“It’s said that Nanny Jiang is well-educated, well-mannered, and highly skilled in etiquette, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, known for her strictness! If we could invite her to be your governess, sister would surely transform completely…”

Yue Yue wasn’t truly concerned for Xie Qiqi.

She had heard from Lin Xiaojing that Nanny Jiang was very harsh, mercilessly scolding noble girls and even resorting to corporal punishment.

If Xie Qiqi fell under Nanny Jiang’s care, she would be severely disciplined — which was much better than Yue Yue herself taking action!

Xie Wenyuan contemplated this thoughtfully.

If he couldn’t teach Xie Qiqi himself, having such a strict tutor would indeed help her change drastically.

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When Xie Qiqi was carried back to Jifeng Courtyard, she could no longer hold on and fainted.

She wasn’t sure when someone had covered her mouth and nose, but it was the overwhelming sensation of suffocation that woke her up.

Opening her eyes, she saw Xie Wentao staring at her expressionlessly.

Seeing her awake, Xie Wentao withdrew his hand and said coldly, “Not pretending anymore? Xie Qiqi, you just got hit with five strokes, and you’re acting like you’re dying! Can’t you go a single day without faking it?”

“I brought you medicine. Big brother also asked me to bring a box of your favorite hawthorn cakes. Don’t say we don’t care about you!”

Xie Wentao placed the medicine and cakes on the bedside table and left directly.

By the light of the oil lamp, Xie Qiqi saw the cakes on the table and a trace of mockery crossed her lips.

Was Xie Wenyuan slapping her only to hand her a sweet treat afterward?

Wasn’t he known to have a photographic memory since childhood?

Why did he forget that it was Yue Yue, not her, who loved hawthorn cakes because her teeth were sensitive to sour things?

She struggled to reach out, intending to push the hawthorn cakes to the floor.

But the moment her hand touched the cakes, she instead grabbed them.

She stuffed them into her mouth, enduring the sourness as she swallowed.

Even if she died, no one would care about her life or death!

Then why should she gamble her life in defiance against Xie Wenyuan and the others?

During those eight years as an official’s servant, she had endured kneeling and eating bran just to survive. What was a little toothache compared to that?

Xie Qiqi ate half the box of hawthorn cakes, rested for a while, then forced herself to apply the medicine to her wounds.

Five strokes hadn’t left her buttocks bruised and raw, but the burns and blisters on her hands and feet had become infected.

When she took off her socks, blood had soaked through the fabric.

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