His voice was filled with undisguised joy.
Seeing Leng Yue's eager expression, Mu Shaohua smiled gently and nodded, "Alright."
Before she could finish speaking, Leng Yue strode forward and pulled up the still-dazed Lu Qingzhou. Lu Qingzhou staggered as she was dragged out the door, glancing back at the two people inside before leaving.
As the footsteps faded away, Su Qingyao finally put down her celadon teacup.
The tea swayed gently in the cup, reflecting her thoughtful face.
She looked up at Mu Shaohua, her tone slightly teasing: "Has anyone ever told you that you're like a matchmaker?"
Mu Shaohua reached out and fiddled with the pearl hairpin at her temple, smiling brightly: "What? You want to stop me this time too?"
Su Qingyao snorted coldly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the lotus pattern on the cup: "Why should I stop them? As long as they can get together, I'll support them wholeheartedly."
"Oh ho, you've changed your mind?" Mu Shaohua raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
Su Qingyao's lips curled into a meaningful smile, "To borrow your words, finding a few more sisters would be a way to compensate Qingzhou for the hardships she's endured these past few years, wouldn't it?"
Mu Shaohua stared intently at Su Qingyao, trying to find some flaws in her expression, but all he saw was Su Qingyao's indifferent face.
She gave a thumbs up, "You've finally broadened your horizons!"
"Get lost, don't flatter me."
Su Qingyao rolled her eyes at her, but couldn't help but laugh. She stood up, straightened her skirt, and walked towards the door.
Mu Shaohua hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"
"Take a walk."
Su Qingyao didn't even turn her head, her voice tinged with a hint of languor, "Let's see where the excitement is!"
"Wait, let's do it together."
Mu Shaohua quickly followed, and the two figures gradually disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
On the other side,
Leng Yue pulled Lu Qingzhou toward the direction Chen Xiaoxi had left earlier. Their overlapping shadows were cast on the blue bricks, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
"Where have I seen her? Where did she go?"
Leng Yue looked around.
Lu Qingzhou suddenly stopped in his tracks, his gaze falling on the end of the corridor.
There was a small fishpond there, and on a stone bench, a slender figure was curled up. Her white coat was edged with gold in the sunlight, but it couldn't hide her slightly trembling shoulders.
Leng Yue followed his gaze, reached out and patted Lu Qingzhou's stiff shoulder, saying softly, "Wait here for a while, I'll go take a look first."
Lu Qingzhou nodded, thinking, 'Going there now will probably only make Chen Xiaoxi more upset.'
It would be better to let Leng Yue calm her down first.
Not long ago, he was still single when he was chatting with Chen Xiaoxi. Suddenly, several women appeared, which is indeed a bit hard to accept.
Previously, because of Old Man Chen's attitude towards him, he had always been unwilling to think in that direction.
Looking back now, I realize I'm not even as good as a woman; I'm always timid and hesitant in my actions.
Too many worries lead to a lot of messy situations!
Damn it, whatever.
He stood there, watching Leng Yue's back gradually approach the huddled figure.
He reached into his cigarette case, silently took out a cigarette, and smoked half of it while Feng smoked the other half.
I sighed inwardly, thinking how simple and pure my childhood days were, unlike now, where emotions are like a tangled mess that can't be untangled.
Leng Yue crouched low and tiptoed, barely making a sound on the bluestone slabs. She held her breath and approached Chen Xiaoxi from behind, hearing Chen Xiaoxi's tearful murmur: "Lu Qingzhou, you're a coward, a bastard, a son of a bitch." Her voice was choked with sobs, like that of a wounded little animal.
The words of those insults trembled at the end, carrying a heavy nasal tone, as if each word was being repeatedly ground on the tip of the tongue, conveying a deep-seated grievance.
A gentle breeze swept across the fishpond, ruffling Chen Xiaoxi's wispy hair and lifting the hem of her white coat, outlining her slender, curled-up silhouette.
Leng Yue couldn't help but smile, suppressing her laughter, but her eyes were filled with heartache.
When she raised her hand, her fingertips hovered in mid-air for a moment before gently landing on her trembling shoulder.
Chen Xiaoxi turned around abruptly like a startled deer, frantically wiping her face with her sleeve. In her haste, she even ripped open two buttons on her white coat, revealing the light pink lining underneath.
Her swollen eyes resembled peach blossoms soaked in morning dew, with tiny water droplets clinging to her eyelashes.
She looked at Leng Yue warily, her eyes like those of a hedgehog with sharp quills: "What are you doing here?"
Leng Yue wasn't angry at all; instead, she smiled even more sweetly, her dimples deepening: "Move over a little and give me some space."
Before he finished speaking, without waiting for Chen Xiaoxi's consent, he sat down next to her.
A faint scent of gardenias floated in the air, mingling with the bitter aroma wafting from a distant medicine cauldron, creating a subtle barrier between the two.
The two women sat side by side, neither of them speaking.
The bluestone slabs were a bit cold, and Chen Xiaoxi remained stiffly seated, even her breathing was very shallow.
She stared at the surface of the pond, watching the ripples spread as the koi swung their tails, shattering the moon's reflection in circles. Occasionally, she would sob, then hurriedly bite her lower lip to suppress it.
Leng Yue quietly watched the goldfish swimming in the water, seeing their silvery scales shimmering in the twilight, like scattered silver on silk.
"Miss Chen, do you really like Lu Qingzhou?"
Leng Yue turned her head to look at Chen Xiaoxi, and suddenly broke the silence by speaking.
Chen Xiaoxi turned her head sharply, her hair brushing against Leng Yue's cheek.
Her red-rimmed eyes churned with complex emotions: resentment, grievance, and above all, the embarrassment of having her secret exposed. "What do you mean by that? Are you mocking me?" Her clenched fists trembled slightly, her nails digging almost into her palms.
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