"Fei'er, have you forgotten how you have treated him for years? If it weren't you, would he have lived such a good life in the Qin family? What is wrong with letting him take some medicine and donating some blood?" The lady frowned.
Qin Fei'er was stunned. "But… the physician said that I am only a little sick now and will not die."
"Fei'er." The lady of the Qin family—Wen Yu held Qin Fei'er's hand. "That person from the Mu family wanted you to marry Nan Xian. The Mu family's Nan Xian has great talent. The old master of the Mu family is still alive. So, you being his concubine is enough."
Qin Fei'er's hand stiffened. She did not speak as she pursed her lips lightly.
Wen Yu continued. "Do you think that the Mu family wants a sickly person? It is because your father has promised that your illness can be cured. Otherwise, if you can't bear Nan Xian's children, it's impossible that the Mu family will let you enter the manor even just as a concubine."
