Chapter 21: You Still Won't Help Me Up?

  I simply put the cup aside, out of his reach, feeling annoyed and deliberately ignoring him. I walked to the table, picked up my tea cup and drank it comfortably, thinking that I could still handle a child like him.

  "Hey...... you......" He struggled to get up, I saw him getting out of bed seemed quite laborious, my heart was somewhat unbearable, but it wasn't good to put down his face and walk over to help him.

  "Thud..." Just as I was pondering whether to go help him, a loud noise came from the direction of his bed. I hastily turned my head and saw that the little guy had somehow managed to roll under the bed with his quilt.

  That red quilt was scattered on one side, but he was pressed under the quilt. At first glance, he seemed to be quite tall and slender. I thought an eleven or twelve year old child would look pale and weak, like a typical kid, but I didn't expect him to look like this.

  "You're not coming to help me... If the old lady sees you, you'll be in for a beating." He reminded me with a grimace, and I only then reacted, looking at his face which was already red from suppressing pain. Just as I was about to squat down, I heard a cry of surprise from the direction of the door: "Second Master... it's not good! Second Master has fallen, Big Madame, you must come quickly!"

  A delicate and pretty little maid hastily supported a woman in magnificent clothes who had just entered the door, and that woman in magnificent clothes was probably the "big wife" mentioned by Song Tang just now.

  That woman was majestic and noble, her whole body exuding a high-class aura. I had always thought that a woman's temperament was the most important thing, and I also thought that nobility must be possessed by young and beautiful women. It wasn't until I saw this great lady, who would have a profound impact on my life from then on, that I realized that women of her age could also possess such unparalleled nobility.

  It's not just because of her youthful appearance, nor is it because of the luxurious and high-quality clothes she wears. It's because of the subtle wind and frost on her face, that acquired temperament formed through countless experiences, which makes one dare not gaze at her directly.

  "Big madam, the son has seen big madam." Song Tang had already been helped up by that maid just now. That maid glared at me fiercely and looked at the lady again. I felt guilty and looked at them with my hands and feet tied together. The lady didn't look at me, but walked slowly to a chair on one side and sat down calmly, looking at me lightly, asking: "Why didn't you go help him?"