Chapter 478 Older Than Me
When Song Chunxue returned to the Xie residence, the furniture buyer had already carried the table to the study, and the butler was escorting it to the door.
They exchanged greetings, and Song Chunxue thanked them before heading to the backyard.
The butler, Xie Dong, followed behind her with a smile. "The master really likes the table you bought. He's in his study right now. Why don't you go take a look, Sister Song?"
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "If he likes it, that's good. Will my going bother him?"
"No, thank you," Xie Dong said, handing the tea tray to Song Chunxue as a maid brought over some tea. "Please trouble Sister Song to take the tea in."
Looking at the beautiful teapot, Song Chunxue wanted to say something, but Xie Dong had already turned and left.
It's good to go and take a look. If it doesn't fit in with someone's study, she asked the shopkeeper and was told she could change it.
She pushed open the door and went in, just in time to see Xie Zheng arranging things on the table.
Fortunately, the color is quite suitable; the money was well spent.
Xie Zheng looked up and saw Song Chunxue. A smile appeared on his expressionless face. "Why did you suddenly think of buying me a desk?"
Song Chunxue placed the tea on the tea table beside her. "I was thinking of getting a new set of furniture, and I saw a really nice table that someone had bought, so I bought it. Do you like it, sir?"
Xie Zheng placed the paperweight, examined the table and nodded, "Hmm, I didn't expect Sister Song to have such good taste. Nanmu wood is very precious."
“What you wrote at your desk is even more valuable. Everyone knows that Lord Xie from the capital is sincerely working for the people. If it weren’t for the fact that huanghuali wood is reserved for the royal family, Lord Xie would still be worthy of it.”
Xie Zheng clicked his tongue lightly, "The Taoist priest said you're rich now, and judging from your tone, you're so generous. No wonder you gave away two gold nuggets in Liangzhou."
He gestured for Song Chunxue to sit down and poured her a cup of tea.
"To be honest, I still can't describe how I felt at that time." As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and pushed it in front of her. "I'll take this table, but you have to take this study back too."
When Song Chunxue opened it, she saw that it was a contract from the bookstore.
“I can’t accept it. I gave it to you in the first place as a thank you for buying me the land. You weren’t well-off at the time, and now you’re giving it back to me…”
"I've already taken most of it. Didn't I say I bought two shops in total?" Xie Zheng said gently. "I won't return the other one to you. This bookstore was originally bought for you. My nephew Xie Zhao has already returned to the capital. The current manager of the bookstore was carefully selected and is very reliable. You can go and meet him in person another day. From now on, you will be in charge of managing the bookstore."
Song Chunxue didn't say anything. In her previous life, she would never have dreamed that she would own a bookstore.
Even after she became wealthy, she never thought of buying a bookstore.
But she liked the bookstore, and Sanwa must like it too. Reading is the way for farmers to rise above their circumstances, and such a large bookstore is more comfortable to look at than a room full of gold.
"Besides, if you want Sanwa to keep studying, wouldn't you like him to study in the private room on the third floor?" Seeing her silence, Xie Zheng coaxed her in a low voice, "Studying is not just about passing the imperial examinations. Haven't you thought about bringing him to Jincheng to study at the academy and immerse him in the sea of books in the private room of the bookstore?"
Seeing his serious expression, Song Chunxue shook her head and smiled, "I'll accept it. I really like that bookstore, but I think the money I gave you back then might not be enough to buy one."
"If you don't believe me, you can go to the shops nearby and ask around."
That's true. "Then I'll go ask."
"Tomorrow is a day off. Huang Mo and I are thinking of going to White Pagoda Mountain. Would you like to come along, Sister Song?"
Song Chunxue was taken aback. "It's not appropriate for me to go."
Just as Xie Zheng was about to say something, Liu Chunshu walked in with two women.
"Greetings, Lord Xie," they said in unison.
"Lord Xie, we are the most famous matchmakers in Jincheng. We have facilitated at least several dozen, if not hundreds, marriages. Today, we have been entrusted to come and act as matchmakers for these two young ladies..."
Upon hearing the word "matchmaker," Xie Zheng's expression changed. "Chunshu, what did I tell you?"
Liu Chunshu lowered his head and didn't dare to say a word.
Xie Dong chimed in, "My lord, I sent them. Since the manor is empty anyway, and you're just idling around, it'll be good for you to hear something. So I made the decision for you. I hope you will forgive me."
Having known each other for nearly thirty years, and being someone close to his mother, how could Xie Zheng blame him?
He knew that his mother's biggest concern before she passed away was his marriage, and she regretted not following his wishes and marrying her childhood sweetheart.
She must have told Xie Dong to take a good look at the couple and not let him be alone in his old age.
Song Chunxue had already quietly turned away; she no longer wanted to be a shield.
"Sister Song, where are you going?"
However, her movements were still a bit slow.
"I'm going back to rest for a while. We'll eat when the kids come back. Since we have guests, it's not convenient for me to disturb them."
Xie Zheng said in a serious tone, "You have more experience than I in arranging blind dates for people. Why don't you become my strategist?"
"No, no, no, that's different. You're not..." She leaned against the archway to leave, thinking that her senior brother was more suitable for this job. "As long as we click, it's fine. Don't be too picky."
“Alright,” Xie Zheng turned to the matchmaker, “I appreciate your kindness, but I am a persistent person. If we cannot reach an agreement, I would rather remain single to the end. Please leave.”
Song Chunxue heard it clearly and stopped in her tracks, turning to look at Xie Zheng.
What was awkward was that Xie Zheng was also looking at her.
What do you mean? You insist on having her oversee the selection?
“Wait a minute,” Song Chunxue turned around, “why don’t we sit down and listen to your stories? How old are you two young ladies? Would it be possible to meet you at a more appropriate time?”
Seeing that things were looking promising, the two matchmakers quickly smiled and said, "Of course! Tomorrow is the coming-of-age ceremony for Lord Yang's second daughter. You two can meet in person then."
Xie Zheng turned his face away, expressionless.
Song Chunxue leaned closer to him and whispered, "They sound like a good match, and they're probably quite young. Even if they've been divorced, they wouldn't dare to dishonor your status, so they definitely wouldn't be older than you."
"Okay, whatever you say," he said casually.
"..."
The two matchmakers exchanged glances and then looked at Song Chunxue.
"Is this Lord Xie's first wife?"
"No, he's older than me, we're best friends."
The matchmakers exchanged a smile.
"Yes, yes, they are true friends, which is very precious. The people who sent us said that if my sister were here, they would definitely respect her and they would be willing to serve Lord Xie."
Song Chunxue seemed to understand, but had a feeling that she had stepped into a quagmire.
"Well, I'm not well-educated, so I can't understand what you're saying. Goodbye."
"Sigh, you..."
This time, no matter what Lord Xie says, she won't meddle.
Although she may be naive and inexperienced, she's not brainless.
"Sister, sister" all that, city people are so particular.
I knew Xie Zheng was a hot commodity, and many people were eyeing him. He's a grown man; he can make his own decisions about this kind of thing.
Staying even one more day would be too much trouble, so she thought she'd move her things out tomorrow and come over for a meal before the second day of the Lunar New Year.
"Sister Song, please don't misunderstand. I don't have any other friends here. I sincerely ask you to help me find a match."
He was still in his official robes and hadn't had time to change out. He looked at Song Chunxue with sincere eyes and said, "If you can't attend to the matter, Daoist, will you accompany me to the Yang family tomorrow?"
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