You Are My Rare Passion

"I'm afraid... I won't be able to chase her back..." Wang Peiling raised his eyes to the roof, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes, "I had an argument with Ya'er, accidentally... accidentally hurt her..."

"What?" A rush of blood rushed to the top of Mr. Wang's head, and the veins on the top of Mr. Wang's head jumped up, "You, why did you hurt her?"

"I accidentally pushed her down," Wang Peiling choked up and said, "Her hand is bleeding, and her wrist seems to be injured..."

"You...you bastard!" Old Master Wang scolded angrily, "Her hands hold silver needles! You actually hurt her hands, you, you..."

Mr. Wang was so angry that he couldn't continue, he raised his hand and threw the phone away.

Hearing the busy tone of "beep" from the mobile phone, Wang Peiling let go of his hand, and the mobile phone slipped from his palm.

The Queen Mother covered her head and asked, "Peiling, what's wrong? What did your grandfather say?"

Ever since Wang Peiling answered her father-in-law's phone call, his expression turned pale, as if he had lost his soul. She didn't say anything when she asked, and she was about to die of anxiety.

Wang Peiling stared blankly at the Queen Mother: "Mom... Grandpa said... Ya'er can cure your migraine..."

The Queen Mother was stunned, and after a long while, she said: "What nonsense are you talking about? I have seen countless famous doctors but failed to treat my headache. How can Yue Ya'er, a yellow-haired girl, be cured?"

"But Grandpa said that she was cured by Grandpa Qi, and Grandpa Qi recommended her to Grandpa." Wang Peiling pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty: "Mom... there are people outside of people, and there is a sky outside of heaven... You should have heard of this sentence ?"

"This is impossible! This is impossible!" The Queen Mother hurriedly found out her mobile phone and called Mr. Wang.

As soon as the phone was connected, she couldn't wait to ask: "Dad, what you told Peiling just now was not true, right? Yue Ya'er, a young girl, how could she possibly cure my illness?"

"It's true!" Mr. Wang said coldly: "It's been so many years, you haven't changed at all, you are still so short-sighted, dislike the poor and love the rich, selfish and narrow-minded! The worst thing I did in my life was to let my son marry you!"

The queen mother clutched the phone, her face getting more and more ugly, as if she would faint at any moment.

She opened her mouth and was about to speak when the sound of the phone being hung up came from her ear.

Mr. Wang hung up the phone.

She clutched the phone tightly, and her head hurt even more.

She raised her hand abruptly and threw the phone away, holding her head and shouting "Ahhh".

Why?

Why did Yue Yaer refuse to tell her that he could cure her headache?

When she went to see Yue Ya'er today, she fell ill.

If Yue Ya'er had told her that she could cure her migraine, she would definitely not have that attitude towards Yue Ya'er today.

Even if Yue Ya'er was born poor and had nothing, as long as Yue Ya'er can cure her migraine, she is willing to let Yue Ya'er marry her son.

Why didn't Yue Ya'er say anything?

Why?

She held her head, and it hurt like an electric drill was drilling in her head.

She couldn't stand the pain anymore, so she rushed over and grabbed Wang Peiling's arm: "Peiling, hurry up, go find her, and just say, I agree to your marriage, and I won't let you sign a prenuptial property agreement. I don't want her to apologize to me anymore, you asked her to treat me... you go to her... go to her..."

"Mom..." Wang Peiling called Mom, not knowing what to say next.