Zhao Chuchu was meticulously raised since childhood. Relying on her adoptive mother's doting and wealth, she indulged in idleness, eating, drinking, and merry-making, visiting brothels, and tea...
Zhang Xiuyuan pursed his lips tightly, his long eyelashes trembling slightly. Facing Zhao Chuchu's fiery eyes, he was a little hesitant to look up, and whispered: "This is enough."
Zhao Chuchu showed a silly smile, held up his face, and kissed his fair and blushing cheek with a crisp and loud sound. Then she giggled twice, which earned her an angry glare from Zhang Xiuyuan.
Zhao Chuchu was coaxed into submission by Zhang Xiuyuan with just a few words.
When you fall in love with someone, that person’s joys and sorrows will become your own.
Loving someone will make you humble to the dust, and then, flowers will bloom.
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Wei Xuan stayed in Bai Chu's courtyard for a long time and asked Xingzi to take good care of him before leaving.
"Husband, do you want to go back to the house and rest?" asked the servant.
"No need, just follow me to the pharmacy."
Zhao Chuchu gave him a few medicinal recipes that required medicinal materials, so he had to go to the pharmacy in person to feel at ease.
He looked up at the sky, was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Afu, the master hasn't come back yet, right?"
"yes."
"Do you remember when she went to Tangzhou Fude?"
Ah Fu hesitated for a moment and said, "I remember. Yes, it was the day when the young master fell ill. It has been two days now."
"Yes, he left on the day Ah Chu fell ill." Wei Xuan's tone was calm, as if he was asking, but also as if he was muttering to himself, "Tell me, what kind of situation would make a father abandon his seriously ill child and leave in such a hurry? Is it because there's another beautiful prostitute in that prostitute's house?"
"Husband, maybe it's a misunderstanding?"
Ah Fu was about to say something, but Wei Xuan interrupted him, "Leave the house."
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Several people came on horseback from not far away, but stopped at the gate of Bai Mansion.
The young woman in the lead was wearing a blue outfit that outlined her slender, well-proportioned and capable figure. Her black hair was tied up high, her eyebrows were cold and heroic, and her phoenix eyes were sharp, with clear black and white.
As soon as she saw the man coming out of Bai Mansion, the coldness in her phoenix eyes immediately disappeared, and she dismounted.
"Husband, the master is back."
Wei Xuan looked up and was suddenly stunned. He was dazed for only two seconds before regaining his composure. He had originally intended to ignore the man, but he never expected that the man was already in front of him.
"Ah Xuan..."
"Wei Xuan has met his wife."
Wei Xuan bowed his head, his movements respectful and polite, yet with a sense of alienation and strangeness. Bai Heng, who was full of longing for him, felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, freezing him to the bone. His arms, which had been opened to hug him, were stiffly retracted.
"Ah Xuan, I told you before that you and I are husband and wife, you don't have to bow to me." There's no need to be so formal with me. Bai Heng swallowed the words.
Wei Xuan stood up, his brows and eyes indifferent, "My wife is the county magistrate."
Bai Heng felt a tightness in his chest and a bitter taste in his throat.
If an official position can prevent you from being alienated from me, then I don't want the position of county magistrate.
Bai Heng opened his mouth to ask Wei Xuan about his situation over the past two days, but he didn't know where to begin. Thinking of his son, he hurriedly asked anxiously, "How is Ah Chu?"
Wei Xuan's eyelashes trembled, his hands clenched suddenly under his sleeves, and the coldness in his brows deepened.
If he really cared about Ah Chu, why would he leave for two full days when he was seriously ill?
A cold smile appeared on Wei Xuan's lips.
"Thank you for your concern, my wife. Ah Chu is feeling better now. My wife must be exhausted from the journey. Wei Xuan still needs to leave the house. I hope my wife can rest well."
"Where are you going?" Bai Heng grabbed his wrist.
Wei Xuan frowned and struggled, but failed to break free.