He looked at Jiang Yuetong with a wronged expression, then suddenly coughed while clutching his chest, his face appearing much paler than before.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Yuetong's expression changed slightly.

Without thinking twice, she reached out to help Lü Jingliang up, asking with concern, "Has the cold poison flared up again?"

Lu Jingliang shook his head slightly, pushed her hand away from his arm, and said gently, "This happens often, Yue'er, you don't need to worry too much."

After saying that, he slowly turned around and was about to go downstairs.

Looking at his slightly lonely figure, Jiang Yuetong pursed her red lips and thought to herself: He's good at playing the victim.

She reached out and grabbed Lü Jingliang's arm, then turned and went back to her room without hesitation. Behind her, Lü Jingliang's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

Yue'er still felt sorry for him.

Jiang Yuetong pulled him to the edge of the couch, placed her hands on his broad shoulders, and pressed him down firmly to make him sit.

With her slender, fair hand, she lifted Lü Jingliang's chin, gazing at his outrageously handsome face, and whispered, "Husband, you should rest early!"

A smile flashed in Lü Jingliang's captivating eyes as he tightened his grip on her hand: "Okay."

Jiang Yuetong raised her beautiful eyebrows, a sly glint flashing in her dark eyes.

He turned and walked towards the door.

Lu Jingliang assumed she was going to close the door, so he braced himself with his hands behind his back and stared at her back, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. Then his face suddenly darkened.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

But the person was no longer inside the house.

At this moment, Jiang Yuetong had already arrived in the next room. Li Qingrong, who was eating, looked up at the smiling person and asked with a puzzled expression, "Why are you here?"

"I'll stay with you tonight."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong gave a thoughtful "Oh," thinking to herself: It seems the two haven't made up yet. That Lü Jingliang is too unreasonable.

...

Two days later.

Early in the morning, after Jiang Yuetong finished washing and getting dressed, she opened the door and saw Lü Jingliang leaning against the railing, radiating coldness. She blinked innocently and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Jingliang pursed his thin lips and remained silent, looking at her with a resentful gaze.

Jiang Yuetong wanted to laugh but quickly held it back.

Noticing the dark circles under his eyes, she asked knowingly, "Didn't you sleep again last night? You don't look well. You need to rest properly if your cold poison is acting up."

Lu Jingliang maintained his cold expression, gritting his teeth as he said, "Madam, you're truly remarkable!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuetong raised her beautiful eyebrows: "It was clearly you who started this. I checked before we entered the inn, and there were still more than half of the rooms available. How come there are only two rooms left after we checked in?"

Hearing this, Lu Jingliang felt guilty and dared not look at her, but still kept a cold face.

At this moment, Li Qingrong came out of the house.

"We need to hurry to the auction, otherwise all the front seats will be taken, and we won't be able to observe the mysterious mermaid closely."

She was quite curious about this mermaid.

I've heard that her blood, tears, and even fish scales can be used in medicine, and that the medicines made from them are all rare and excellent. Li Qingrong is already eager to see them for herself.

"Let's go." Jiang Yuetong turned and went downstairs.

Li Qingrong was about to follow when Lu Jingliang, who was standing next to her, beat her to it and followed closely behind Jiang Yuetong.

Li Qingrong: "..."

Pshaw, why are you squeezing?

Jiang Yuetong still sleeps with me at night, doesn't she?

Since the inn was not far from the auction venue, the group arrived in about half a cup of tea's time on foot.

Looking up at the words "Wu Tian's Number One Auction House" in front of her, Jiang Yuetong couldn't help but mutter a few complaints in her heart.