Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Anan was anxious and annoyed. Was this still the powerful person who acted so skillfully a few days ago? He was just a quail!

Seeing that the woman's attention was all on him and she was not on guard against him, without saying anything more, Anan seized the opportunity and pushed hard with both hands while the woman was about to pounce on him.

She pushed the woman to the ground with her uncontrolled brute force. Perhaps she was too excited or had really bumped into something, she fainted.

It was a false alarm, and she looked him up and down. Fortunately, he was not injured again.

However, after escaping danger, he showed no gratitude. Instead, he turned around and looked at her deeply with a frown, then quickly stepped forward and gently patted the woman's shoulder. Her head and face were already wet, and it was hard to tell whether it was tears or sweat.

This was the first time that Anan saw anxiety on his dull face. He completely ignored the blood all over his face and picked up the woman and ran out like a fly.

Anan stood there until his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor. Then he suddenly remembered that the woman had a simple bun. He suddenly understood something and came to his senses. He felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He squatted on the ground and laughed at himself.

Jiu Ling walked in quietly, picked up the peaches scattered on the ground, put them in front of her, looked at her steadily, and asked in a low voice: "Miss Nan, are you okay?"

She didn't know when her foot was sprained.

Anan leaned against the bed curtain, watching Shuyu busying herself in front, with a look of distress on his face, but he always looked at her cautiously and secretly, and even when he spoke, he was extra careful, for fear of saying something wrong.

Finally, he gently applied the ointment on her feet. She was smiling, but tears were flowing.

Anan knew that she was really worried about him, and was about to say something to comfort her, when he saw Xiaofu running in from outside, staring at her red and swollen feet like a good show, and said with a sly smile: "You are really something! I heard that you broke our master's head because you were jealous of someone. Is that true?"

The originally dull atmosphere suddenly became lively, Shuyu burst into laughter. Anan was still angry and glanced at her lazily, not wanting to talk.

Xiao Fu was not angry either. She came over, leaned on her shoulder, took a bite of the peach in her hand, and grinned, "Tsk tsk, now everyone in the village knows that you are a top master! The famous ghost god dared to be defeated by you!"

The fruit was ripe on the tree, and the flesh was sweet. Xiao Fu tasted the sweetness and simply took it from her hand and started to eat it, not forgetting to tease her: "By now, those who have offended you before should be hiding at home and trembling! Forgive me for not recognizing you and being disrespectful to you on weekdays. I will apologize to you first."

"Who on earth is gossiping outside?" Shuyu couldn't stand hearing such words and immediately became anxious.

Shuyu thought again that the reason why Anan offended those people was because he helped her as the housekeeper. She felt tormented in her heart. She stood up and called Chunyue, and asked her with a stern face to call the housekeepers in various places in the house.

"Aunt Yu! It's just a few poor jokes, it's not a big deal. Why are you so angry?" Anan was afraid that the matter would get even worse, so he stopped her quickly, "Besides, if you really think about it, this matter is still my fault!"

Shuyu turned around, looking surprised. Xiaofu, with her mouth full of peach juice, also looked at her with wide eyes.