Lately, she didn’t know which nerve had gotten crossed, but she felt that she had become more spirited than before and that he found her increasingly pleasing to look at. However, did she just disdain him? He coughed softly, struggling to hold back his laughter as he pulled up Dong Huiying, who was squatting on the ground and brushing her teeth for the second time. "Enough, if you keep brushing, you’re going to bleed." Dong Huiying shot him a look, clearly asking him, do you think you’re not to blame? "Alright, alright, my bad," his shoulders trembled with suppressed laughter. It was hard for him to contain it, but he also worried that his teasing might make her fly into a rage. So, he picked up a towel and helped wipe her mouth. He said, "I was impulsive." She rolled her eyes at him, "Nonsense!" Gnashing her teeth at him, she shouldered past him and huffed back into the house. She had no time to tangle with this man; she still needed to return to the village later. "Baobao, be careful on the road, and don’t forget to miss me!" Outside of Taihang Town, Shujun carried her ugly little basket and saw her sulk with him, a look of helplessness in his eyes. But even he didn’t realize how indulgent he felt inside. Was she throwing a tantrum? After all, she was quite adorable like that. Much better than the tyrannical young girl, Dong Dabao, she used to be. Even when she was petulant now, it was endearing to people. Dong Huiying thought she was being cool, keeping a straight face, unaware that her puffy cheeks made her sulking look unintentionally cute enough to make one’s nose bleed. Shujun laughed again, "Be safe." Carrying the basket on her back, she walked away without looking back, while Shujun, left standing there, smiled as he watched her until she became a tiny black dot in the distance. Only then did he wipe his face. "Mr. Gao, Gao Jian—!" He gritted his teeth and flashed a fierce and scary smile. "I think you’re tired of living!" Dong Huiying had climbed halfway up the mountain when suddenly she smacked her forehead. "Really, he made me so angry I lost my mind." She remembered the wound on Liang Shujun’s back, looking somewhat hesitant. "Should I go back or not?" She really didn’t want to go back, but the Liang family had a bad habit: they lived frugally. The household’s food was all managed by themselves. If she hadn’t bought a lot of vegetables and pork to stock up at home, these people, on making some money, would spend it all on various medicinal herbs, even saving every copper coin. It wasn’t stinginess or miserliness, but because of Liang Shuyu! This sickly girl was like a bottomless pit, consuming all the family’s silver. For the Liang family, money was an external possession, and no amount of silver could compare to Shu Yu’s life. Therefore, she surmised that Liang Shujun’s back wound was unlikely to be something he would seek a "Doctor" for himself, as it would involve spending money, right? Besides, she had promised to help him prep the medicinal paste, but had been too bewildered by his infuriating behavior to actually do it. After hesitating on the spot for quite a while, Dong Huiying stamped her foot firmly. "Forget it, forget it, I’m not doing this for him. Apart from mixing the medicine for him, I also need to make some Scar Removal Ointment, but I don’t have enough medicinal herbs on hand." Yes, that’s a good excuse. She turned around with ease and headed back. However, by the time Dong Huiying returned to the town, it was nearly dark. She rushed into the herb shop to buy some herbs, then went to see Liang Shujun. As expected, there was no one in the courtyard; they were probably out. She couldn’t help but think of the nasty things Liang Shujun had said during the day.