Madam Rong stayed in the room for a while, ensuring that her old man wasn’t reporting to King Yan but had just fallen asleep. She finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Old man, your daughter says she can save you, maybe she really can, so you’ll have to keep living."
She found it hard to believe, yet she couldn’t help but believe.
Because the old man wasn’t unconscious; he was asleep.
When had he ever slept so peacefully recently?
Hope flared in her heart...
Thinking of the two people outside, she gathered her complex and joyful emotions.
She stepped out of the room.
"Mom, if you don’t come out soon, I was going to go in and call you. It’s getting late, you need to arrange a room for Yu to sleep in!"
Qin Yu, hearing his sister-in-law mention his name, quickly said, "I’m not sleepy yet, I can sleep anywhere... just give me a blanket."
Madam Rong’s heart melted at his sensible demeanor.
"Oh, there are empty rooms, I’ll go make up a bed for you right now."
Why is a child so sensible? It must be life forcing him.
I heard he has no parents, only an older brother to rely on.
Rong Yan nudged Qin Yu, "Why are you just standing there? Grab your bag, I’ll take you to bathe first."
Madam Rong also remembered they had been on the train for so many days, definitely needing a wash, "Right, go bathe first, then head straight upstairs after."
Mr. Rong always spoiled his daughter, and the house had a separate bathroom arranged.
Rong Yan led Qin Yu to the bathroom, then fiddled with the controls, "This is the hot water, if it’s too hot, slide it this way, if it’s too cold, slide it in the opposite direction. Here’s the soap, the white bar is for your hair, the green one for your body. Got it?"
She handed him the prepared soap.
Qin Yu somewhat dazedly took the soap.
"...I get it." It should be fine.
It looked simple enough.
"Alright then, you shower, I’m going out, remember to close the door." Rong Yan didn’t linger; she promptly left.
Closing the door was obvious enough that Qin Yu didn’t need reminding.
Fifteen minutes later, Qin Yu emerged.
It shouldn’t have taken so long, but he had some mishaps that delayed him.
As soon as he stepped into the living room, Rong Yan saw his still wet hair and immediately threw a dry towel at him.
"Dry yourself off."
Fortunately, she had the foresight to have an extra towel ready.
Qin Yu was about to say it wasn’t necessary; his hair would dry shortly.
But he took it anyway...
By then, Madam Rong had finished downstairs.
"Yu, are you done? Then you can go to bed now."
Rong Yan stood up, "Let’s go!"
Qin Yu hurried after her.
Madam Rong pointed to the tidy room, "This room is yours. The blankets on the bed are sun-dried. Sleep well. Next door is your sister-in-law’s room. If you need anything, you can call her directly or call me; I’ll be sleeping downstairs."
Qin Yu had never slept in such a nice room; he quickly expressed his thanks, "Thank you, Auntie."
"We’re all family here, no need to be polite." Madam Rong had a very good impression of Qin Yu.
"Alright, let’s go out now! Let him sleep on his own." So they wouldn’t stand there... making him uncomfortable.
Madam Rong felt it was quite late tonight; the train ride for so many days must have been exhausting, "Then go to sleep early, Auntie is leaving now, oh, the switch for the light is by the bed, pull it down when you’re going to sleep, and pull it up if you’re going to the bathroom..."

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