Rebirth: Contract Husband Falls in Love with Me-Chapter 582 - 302: Mother and Son (Part 2)

"Young Master!" The servant ran over and stood a respectful distance away from him, bowing in greeting.

Zhao Qi still stood with his hands behind his back, gazing unwaveringly at the ripples on the pond surface caused by the fish fighting over food, without moving or acknowledging the presence.

"Young Master, I have an urgent matter to report," the servant had no choice but to raise his voice.

Only then did Zhao Qi slowly turn around, looked at him and said indifferently, "Uncle Zhong, have you forgotten my rules? Go back! We’ll talk about it when I return!"

An urgent matter? What urgent matter could there possibly be here!

"Young Master..."

"Leave!" Zhao Qi’s voice remained flat, devoid of any fluctuations, but Uncle Zhong knew he was annoyed.

"Yes..." Uncle Zhong did not dare to insist, respectfully retreated a few steps, and stood with his hands down.

After an unknown period, Zhao Qi turned to leave, and only then noticed Uncle Zhong was still there. His eyebrows slightly furrowed, and as he walked away, he said, "Speak then!"

"Yes," Uncle Zhong quickly caught up and said, "Young Master, the lady and Mrs. Ding are here—"

Zhao Qi’s footsteps hesitated for a moment but then continued walking forward at his usual pace, not even glancing at Uncle Zhong, nor asking further.

Uncle Zhong sighed internally and continued, "The lady didn’t enter the manor; she and Mrs. Ding have been waiting at the entrance. She said if you do not like her coming in, she wouldn’t enter. She has brought you a gift, saying that you would definitely like it and beseeches you to have a look. She also said if you don’t take a look, you will regret it for your lifetime!"

Zhao Qi finally stopped, looked at Uncle Zhong, "She said I would regret it for my entire life if I didn’t look?" His tone carried a light smile but was laced with indescribable mockery and sarcasm.

"Yes, the lady said so!" Uncle Zhong nodded.

Zhao Qi laughed heartily and said, "Her tricks are becoming more and more numerous, thinking such can deceive me? I’m not a three-year-old child!"

"Young Master, why not just take a look? It’s just a few steps away; aren’t you curious?" Uncle Zhong urged.

Zhao Qi pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded, "You have a point. I am indeed a bit curious about what drama she’s creating now!" Saying this, he walked toward the entrance.

Uncle Zhong silently sighed, moved his lips as if to say something but ultimately remained silent, hurriedly catching up.

At the entrance of the villa, Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Ding stood quietly under the shadow of the gate, showing no signs of impatience despite the long wait.

That she could make him wait instead of sending someone to reject outright, Mrs. Zhao was already satisfied.

The sound of rapid footsteps approached; Mrs. Zhao turned and saw that familiar tall figure and handsome face entering her view, her eyes instantly welling up with tears as she gazed at him, clutching Mrs. Ding’s arm tightly, causing her pain but eliciting no complaint.

"Qi’er... you—"

Mrs. Zhao hadn’t finished her sentence when Zhao Qi impatiently interrupted: "Where’s the gift? Didn’t you say I would regret it for a lifetime if I didn’t see it? If it’s a joke, I don’t mind; I’m leaving!"

Zhao Qi turned to leave.

"Wait!" Mrs. Zhao quickly blinked to clear the tears in her eyes and hurriedly said, "It’s in that carriage at the back, you can go and see for yourself. You will know once you see that I’m not joking with you!"

Zhao Qi glanced at her indifferently and walked directly towards the carriage.

He stood beside the carriage, staring at the ornate flower-covered curtain, and suddenly, an inexplicable sense of agitation arose in his heart. Unconsciously, he lightly lifted the curtain and peered inside.

With just one look, Zhao Qi felt as if he had been struck hard, his legs rooted as his whole body completely froze!

On the couch leaning against the back wall of the carriage, lay a woman covered with a thin embroidered velvet blanket, her dark hair scattered over an apricot-yellow embroidered pillow, eyes closed, face pale. But those eyebrows, that jade-like straight nose, those delicate lips, those cheeks, that entire set of features, was unmistakably—

"Fei’er!" Zhao Qi murmured, suddenly climbing onto the carriage and lifting the curtain to enter, startling Yuanyang.

"Young Master!" Yuanyang, kneeling in front of the couch, quickly bowed to Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi, however, did not even glance at her, moving forward to sit on the couch, staring fixedly at Sang Wan, his eyes filled with boundless affection and tenderness, disbelief, and joy of regaining what was lost.

Yuanyang slightly bowed her head and quietly stood, silently exiting.

Zhao Qi, trembling, reached out to touch Sang Wan’s cheek, but just as he was nearly about to touch her, he abruptly pulled his hand back.

He forced himself to look away, tilting his head back and took several deep breaths, rubbing his temples while muttering, "Am I dreaming? Is this a dream? It must be, it must be a dream!" He suddenly gave a strange laugh, whispering, "Whether it’s a dream or not, if I can see her in my dreams, then I am willing to never wake up for my entire life..."

"You are not dreaming!" Zhao Qi looked up to realize that at some point, Mrs. Zhao had also climbed into the carriage.

Mrs. Zhao, suppressing the immense joy in her heart, calmly said, "I returned to my natal family this time and happened to save her from the river. She must have encountered a flood and suffered greatly! Look at her; she is still very weak. If we don’t head to the capital soon to get the imperial doctor, I fear—"

Zhao Qi’s heart tightened, impatiently interrupting her, "Then what are we waiting for? Let’s hurry back to the capital!"

Mrs. Zhao was startled, then her heart surged with joy, nodding hurriedly, "Yes! Yes! Let’s return to the capital now!" Having said that, she quickly ordered the coachman to drive.

Seeing that Mrs. Zhao wouldn’t be willing to leave the carriage, Mrs. Ding instructed Yuanyang to get into the carriage Mrs. Zhao had previously occupied, and she took a different one herself.