I Promise It Won't Hurt Much
If talking about misery, the most miserable person these past few days would be Gu Qingfan. Gu Jingwen had people guarding the west side of the city, not allowing him to set foot in the east. Several times, Madam Wei tried to help him, but Gu Jingwen stopped her. The last time, he issued an ultimatum. If it happened again, she would have to pack her things and leave.
Gu Qingfan had injuries on his body and had been caught in the rain, already half-dead. Moreover, he had no money and had to endure hunger and sleep under the open sky. In just a few days, he looked like a completely different person, unkempt with a haggard face, appearing to have aged more than ten years.
The Gu family was mourning their late grandmother. Gu Qingci had been guarding the mourning hall all this time and could only occasionally send some food and a little bit of scattered silver to him through servants. However, he was used to spending money extravagantly, and this amount of money was not enough for him.