“Yes.”
Shen Kuang was extremely grateful and thanked them profusely.
Qu Xiaojue didn’t linger, pulling Xu Wanzhi back to the room before he could say goodbye.
The evening was particularly complicated. He had essentially spent the entire day with Qu Xiaojue, already exceeding the typical interaction with a spouse. Now, she casually entered his room and sat drinking tea, showing no intention of leaving.
He walked to her side, drank some tea, and glanced toward the door, but she made no move to leave.
Xu Wanzhi finally spoke to dismiss her: “Qu family head, it’s late. If you like this tea, I’ll have it packed for you. You can go back and drink slowly!”
“What do you mean? I naturally have tea where I am,” she retorted, tapping the table edge. “Since it’s late, go take a bath and wash up. You’re weak recently, and the water will get cold.”
He looked at her speechlessly: “Please leave. I’m about to change and sleep. I have no time to entertain you.”
Qu Xiaojue suddenly sighed, looking at his determined expression for a moment before standing and walking to the door. Finally, she suppressed her anger: “Take care not to catch a chill. Don’t be like a child kicking off the blankets.”
Xu Wanzhi stared at the empty doorway, his face turning a deep red in the night, burning with emotion.
Early Meal Turbulence
I originally didn’t want to get up early, but yesterday, Shen Kuang actually came directly to his courtyard. Although this gentleman was quite different from the men he usually saw in the village, he helped him without hesitation. It seems that men’s hearts are all equally kind, and he should thank him properly.
Xu Wanzhi was still carrying a bit of morning grumpiness. Seeing Shen Kuang standing at the door with almost boyish innocence, smiling happily at him, he slowly raised his eyebrows and asked, “How are you going to thank me?”
Indeed, how would he thank him? The silver notes were lost, and he was alone. Besides a verbal empty promise, he actually had nothing! Shen Kuang was stumped by the question. His posture of wanting to enter the “boudoir” stopped, and he scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: “I don’t know, I just wanted to come and thank you.”
