Lin Qingwan was amused by his words, knowing that this was the most straightforward kindness and affection from a young man, and her heart warmed. "Thank you, Wensong, this gift is wonderful, I like it very much." As she spoke, she also took out an inkstick made of fine pine soot ink from her sleeve, with an exquisite horse pattern embossed on it. "I've heard that Brother Wensong is skilled in both literature and martial arts, especially in calligraphy. This pine soot ink was made by an old craftsman from an old ink workshop in Jiangnan. It is said that the ink is deep and rich, and it flows like lacquer on paper. I wonder if it suits your taste?"

Shen Wensong's eyes lit up. He loved literature and calligraphy, and immediately took the heavy inkstick with its faint fragrance. He stroked the horse relief on it with great affection: "Thank you, Second Sister-in-law! This ink is wonderful! I'll try it today!" The young man's joy was evident in his words.

Finally, Lin Qingwan gestured for Qiaoyun to bring out a slightly larger brocade box. She walked up to Shen Wenbai, lowered her eyes slightly, and said with a hint of shyness typical of a new bride, "Husband, this is... for you."

Shen Wenbai raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with amusement and anticipation, and personally opened the brocade box. Inside were not gold or silver jewels, but a neatly folded, dark brocade robe with barely visible stitches, its fabric a fine, subtle cloud pattern. The material was top-quality cloud brocade, its sheen restrained, and its touch warm to the touch. Even more remarkable was the pair of lifelike mandarin ducks embroidered in the same color thread on the inconspicuous inside the robe's lapel. The exquisite craftsmanship clearly belonged to a skilled embroiderer, none other than Lin Qingwan.

Shen Wenbai picked up the brocade robe, his fingertips tracing the pair of mandarin ducks hidden inside, his heart burning with emotion. He looked up at Lin Qingwan, his gaze intense, making no attempt to hide his emotion and deep affection: "Qingwan... this gift is exactly what I wanted." His voice was deep and full of feeling.

Lin Qingwan blushed slightly and whispered, "I only hope... it fits." She had taken his measurements by candlelight last night, so it naturally fit him perfectly.

Morning light streamed through the windows, illuminating the main hall with a bright and warm glow. The air was filled with the delicate aroma of freshly brewed tea, the glittering jewels of gifts, and a cozy, comforting feeling that called "home."