Thirteen saw Heyue still sitting on the couch by the window, doing needlework with her head down. He went over and sat down next to her, hugged her from behind, and chuckled softly: "You are becoming more and more like a virtuous wife and loving mother."

He Yue kept a straight face and wouldn't look at him.

Thirteen sensed something was wrong and went over to look at her. Seeing her sullen face, clearly unhappy, he asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

He Yue glanced at him and saw his worried expression. Suddenly, she realized that she was being unreasonable in her anger.

This wasn't his fault to begin with; he was the one who asked Cui Yan to teach him to read. If anyone's to blame, it's her.

His expression softened somewhat, and he asked, "Are you tired?"

Thirteen carefully observed her expression, but found nothing amiss. He seemed somewhat distracted: "I'm fine, but I'm just afraid you might have something wrong with me that you're not telling me. Heyue, don't hide anything from me."

Heyue sighed, wrapped her arms around his waist, and comforted him, "It's nothing, I just regret letting Cui Yan study with you."

If she had known this would happen, why did she suggest that Cui Yan come to study with Cui He? Now look what's happened, she's caused trouble, the kind that's hard to get angry about.

Upon hearing this, Thirteen's eyes widened in surprise, but then he understood and chuckled, "So you're jealous about what happened earlier?"

He Yue blushed, realizing she had been too petty. Even though she didn't blame him, she couldn't help but give him a hard time when he came back, letting him see her little mood.

Now he's going to make fun of himself again.

“I didn’t even glance at her. I can’t control what she’s thinking. I have absolutely no feelings for her, so what are you worried about?” Thirteen grinned mischievously, his face close to hers.