The result was good. Apart from necessary social interactions, such as drinking with some former colleagues, Zhao Minggeng usually devoted his time to his own business or estate.
There are basically no expenses. Occasionally, she will buy some delicious food or pretty items to appease Yan Yue and the two little ones.
He embodies the image of a perfect good man.
Yan Yue was satisfied with this.
People are afraid of comparisons. She had always felt that her ex-husband was a pretty good person overall, except for his terrible relatives.
Compared to Zhao Minggeng, a good man, her ex-husband can only be considered a man, and he can't be described as good.
He never bought Yan Yue even a single snack, yet he spent money like water, and his kindness towards Yan Yue consisted of nothing more than a few sweet words.
It's fortunate that Yan Yue was born a princess; otherwise, that guy who lives off a woman would have emptied the princess's mansion.
Being with Zhao Minggeng meant there were none of those troubles.
All the ingredients for the household were provided by Zhao Qingyan.
Although Yan Yue gave money, she knew that for the ingredients alone, it would be worth ten times more money.
During holidays and festivals, her stepchildren give her gifts, and her husband manages to earn money to support her. Aside from earning a little extra cash in his spare time, he has no other problems.
Moreover, that secret stash of money was all spent on the family.
Yan Yue couldn't find any fault with it even if she wanted to.
These days are very pleasant.
Thanks to Huang's diligent efforts, Zhao Qinghe's dowry was quickly prepared.
Even the elaborately crafted canopy bed that was supposed to be part of the dowry was taken from the young ladies whose weddings had to be postponed due to mourning.
It's clear how eager Mrs. Huang was to marry off her granddaughter.
They can't even wait for the time it takes to have furniture custom-made.
While traveling and enjoying the scenery, Zhao Qinghe received another message from her grandmother, and suddenly felt a sense of urgency about getting married.
"Hey, Grandma said she's prepared all my dowry. The rest is just waiting for us to go back and get married."
We were required to return to Beijing by the end of the year at the latest.
At this rate, we won't make it to Lingnan; we'll have to head back.
Tell me your thoughts: Should we turn back to the capital now, or hurry to Lingnan?
Zhao Qinghe asked.
Bai Hetang shook his head.
"I have no objection, I'll listen to you. Didn't you say that your third sister gave you a task, and your grandmother also gave you a task?"
Are you planning to go back on your word?
Of course, if you intend to go back on your word, I'd be very happy; let's turn back now.
Bai Hetang spoke very seriously at first, but as he continued, his words gradually revealed a lewd side, perfectly conveying his eagerness to return to the capital.
Zhao Qinghe rolled her eyes at Bai Hetang.
"Stop acting, let's begin, full speed ahead, on horseback."
Upon hearing this, Bai Hetang wilted like a frostbitten eggplant.
God knows how eager he is to return to Beijing to get married.
I wanted to slap myself a few times. Why did I have to be so rude and act so magnanimous? What mission? We can finish it after we get married. It's not like it's urgent.
Bai Hetang regrets that he doesn't know how to make a medicine to undo regrets.
Because of their trip together, he felt he loved this quirky girl even more.
No one understands better than Bai Hetang how distressing it must be to have your loved one by your side, yet be unable to even hold their hand due to social etiquette.
If you get married, you won't need to worry about so much anymore; you can hold hands whenever you want.
This kid's been having erotic dreams more and more frequently lately. Who understands the pain of having to secretly wash his underwear every day?
Of course, he regretted even more why he hadn't brought his servant along when he was pursuing his wife.
Bai Hetang still remembers clearly what that kid said while crying and shouting back then.
"Young master, please take me with you."
With you serving him, at least the young master's clothes will be washed and his meals will be hot.
Whenever Bai Hetang washed his own clothes, all he could hear in his mind was the sound of the servant crying.
The tide of regret surges on and on.
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