The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her - Chapter 87

Chapter 87: See Through

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

He Ning frowned deeply, but with Cheng Yi gone, there was nothing more he could do.

Meanwhile, back in the He family home…

“Fourth Brother, did you find the medicinal wine or not?”

He Jing sat on the sofa, enjoying He Sui’s care. It was a wonderful feeling.

He Sui anxiously rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, replying with a tight voice, “I’m looking, I’m looking!”

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Soon after, he found a black bottle with a wooden stopper tucked in a corner. He grabbed it and squatted in front of He Jing.

“Here, let me apply it for you.”

He Jing smiled bashfully, giving He Sui access to her arm. With her head tilted and a curl to her cherry-colored lips, she began, “Fourth Brother, why haven’t I seen this gentle side to you before?”

The fingers He Sui used to apply the medicine to He Jing’s bruise trembled. He looked up, his eyebrows arched. “Gentle? Don’t kid yourself. Besides, you shouldn’t use such sissy words to describe me.”

He Jing was being honest. After all, He Sui had insisted on seeing her hands. Watching Cheng Yi on the verge of an apoplectic rage was just the icing on the cake.

Wait, when did she unknowingly become a vicious female supporting character…?

As He Sui carefully applied the brown medicinal wine to her, an unpleasant and strange smell was emitted. He Jing frowned. “Second Brother, what did you apply on me?”

“Medicinal wine.”

“Is the medicinal wine supposed to smell like that?”

He Sui picked up the bottle of medicinal wine and shook it, taking a whiff of the mixture. He suddenly realized something. “Oh, it might have expired.”

He Jing was speechless.

He Sui noticed He Sui’s wide-eyed look, continuing indifferently, ‘

He Sui saw her disdain and said indifferently, “As long as we don’t have the money to buy a replacement for our family’s things, they will never expire.” He Jing did not know how to respond.

Ten minutes later, her arm began to itch. He Jing quickly washed her arm under the tap. She had developed a rash.

It was an allergic reaction.

He Sui heard the commotion and came out of the room. He frowned when he grasped the situation. “What should we do?”

“Why are you asking me?’ He Jing cried.

He Sui felt guilty about He Jing’s plight and whipped out his laptop to find an answer online. Using their neighbor’s internet connection, he typed in the search bar: ‘What to do if I have a rash on my hand?’ The most popular answer was astonishing.

He Jing felt a chill run down her spine as she met He Sui’s strange gaze. “What did Baidu say?”

“Baidu says to have your hand chopped off because it’s probably a sign of cancer.”

He Jing nearly fell over in exasperation.

When He Ning returned, he boiled a pot of hot water for He Jing.

“How is drinking hot water going to help me?” He Jing asked.

Expressionlessly, He Ning answered, “It’s a mild allergic reaction; it’ll subside with time. You wouldn’t be in this state if your immune system weren’t so weak. Drinking hot water will help strengthen your immune system! ”

He Jing buried her face in her hands.

Could this be punishment for usurping the female lead’s route?

Fortunately, He Jing’s rash disappeared after an hour or two, just as He Ning predicted. He Ning threw the expired bottle of medicinal wine into the trash and said, “Fourth Brother, go down and buy a new bottle.”

He Sui’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “We’ve been using this medicinal wine for seven years, and it’s always worked!” “Are you going or not?”

He Sui: “I’m going, I’m going. Sheesh!”

“Fake heiress! Ah, my life, how troublesome…” He Sui muttered as he picked up his wallet, heading for the door.

He Jing smiled sweetly at his departing figure, saying, “Fourth Brother, I’d like another popsicle while you’re at it…”

He Sui choked on a curse at the tip of his tongue. He looked back and shot He Jing a glare, which she met with a dazzling smile. With great reluctance, he shut the door behind him.

Only He Ning and He Jing were left in the living room.. “Those bruises on your arm were your own doing, aren’t they?”