Liang'er was not a gentle person to begin with. After hearing what Zhou Hui said, she immediately became furious.

Zhao Chuchu is his and Brother Qing's benefactor, and now she is their sister. How can he tolerate others slandering her?

"Mr. Zhou, I think you are looking for death!" Liang'er signaled two thugs to come in.

Zhang Xiuyuan, Qing'er and Liang'er are men, and Zhao Chuchu was afraid that someone would cause trouble and take advantage of them, so she hired two thugs.

As expected, Zhou Hui immediately became intimidated when she saw the two tall, strong, and expressionless thugs.

But she still refused to give in.

"I'm telling the truth. Liang'er, why did you and Qing'er bother to follow Zhao Chuchu? She's just selling cakes, how much money can she make? Look, when you were in Chun Manyuan, you had the best food and clothes. But what about now? You and Zhao Chuchu might as well have followed me."

Liang Er snorted sarcastically, "It would be a disaster for her to follow you. Throw her out right away."

Seeing two thugs with expressionless faces and fierce eyes walking towards her, Zhou Hui panicked and ran out quickly, leaving behind a few words.

"Brother Yuan, if you don't believe me, you can go and take a look." She quickly gave an address and slipped away.

"Brother Yuan, don't listen to that person's nonsense. She must be jealous of the love between you and Sister Chuchu and wants to break you up."

Zhang Xiuyuan smiled at Liang'er, who was worried about him: "Don't worry about me, I trust my wife."

At this time, another guest came in and Zhang Xiuyuan hurriedly greeted the guest.

Liang'er wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Although he said this, he was still a little worried. He had indeed heard some rumors outside in the past few days.

Liang'er was a little confused. According to his understanding of Zhao Chuchu, he should believe her, but things are unpredictable and people's hearts are fickle.

Having lived in Chunmanyuan for so many years, Liang'er lives the most transparently and realistically.

Sister Chuchu, I hope you won’t let me misjudge you, and I hope you won’t let Brother Yuan down.

Zhang Xiuyuan packed up the pastries for the guests and kept the bill.

He lowered his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes covering up the emotions in his eyes. He wrote, and after a moment, he looked at the wrong words, and the fingertips holding the brush turned slightly white.

Zhang Xiuyuan has always been meticulous and sensitive. He keenly noticed that something was wrong with Liang'er's mood.

Liang'er might have noticed something.

Zhang Xiuyuan believed in Zhao Chuchu, but he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

Zhang Xiuyuan tightened his grip on the brush, slowly exhaled, cleared the complicated thoughts from his mind, and regained his usual composure and calmness.

…

In the evening, Zhang Xiuyuan checked his accounts, took a shower, and prepared to rest. He looked at Zhao Chuchu who was not far away.

She was holding a brush, seemingly drawing something, her eyes extremely focused, as if she was doing something sacred.

Zhang Xiuyuan looked at her quietly for a long time, but she didn't notice.

"What is my wife writing?" Zhang Xiuyuan couldn't help but be curious. He walked over to take a look. The woman noticed his movement and quickly closed the paper in the book and put down the brush.

"No, nothing, I'm just drawing, just for fun."

Zhao Chuchu spoke haltingly, her eyes flickering slightly, and she was obviously feeling guilty.

Zhang Xiuyuan's face didn't show much reaction: "So she's painting. My wife likes painting, but she shouldn't stay up too long, lest she hurt her eyes."