She figured that since she was tough and could handle things, and her elderly father and elder brother couldn't get along with their weak husband, she would have to be the one to smooth things over.
Looking at the sensible Zheng Quchi, Brother Sang felt a mix of bitterness and relief. He nodded, then, leaning on his cane, paused as he passed Liu Fengmian: "Just now... I was too harsh. If you want to go out in the future, just tell me, and I won't stop you. I'm just worried that the people in this village don't know you and might make things difficult for you."
This was the softest thing he could say to Liu Fengmian.
After saying that, he hunched over and limped off to the kitchen to get busy.
Yuwen Sheng's smile was slightly pursed, his eyes were sinister and cold. He had lost count of how many times he had let this person who dared to shout at him have gotten away with it.
But every time his inner rage and murderous intent reached an uncontrollable point, a clear and gentle voice, like a spring breeze and drizzle, would soothe his parched and withered soul, pull him back to his senses, and restrain his hands and feet.
He didn't understand why listening to her speak always sounded so pleasant and made him feel so comfortable.
He'd heard plenty of nice things, but none of them elicited a response from him. Instead, they only irritated and disgusted him, like maggots covered in sweet sugar.
After Brother Sang left, Zheng Quchi asked Liu Fengmian, "Liu Fengmian, why didn't you tell us before you went out? Don't you know your family would worry about you?"
Because the two were not very familiar with each other, she asked him questions in a polite yet emphasizing manner.
Family members?
Did he admit it?
Does that person deserve it?
But she just said, "I hope our family can live in harmony, and this family includes Liu Fengmian." Since she considers him family, wouldn't she feel very embarrassed if we deny what she just said?
Yuwen Sheng swallowed the sarcastic three-question barrage he was about to utter, finding the word "worried" utterly laughable when applied to him: "Worried about me?"
"Of course, even though my tone wasn't good, if I wasn't worried about you, why would I care where you went?"
Yuwen Sheng pretended to think about it seriously for a moment, then curled the corners of his mouth into a smile: "But next time I go out, I still won't greet him."
"..." Is he really that rebellious?
Well, she figured it out. Instead of advising him to be virtuous and keep his word, she should advise her elder brother to relax, worry less, and not take other people's business to heart.
"By the way, I found something to do today. I'll be going on a long trip in a few days." Her face lit up with a smile when she talked about making money.
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Sheng fell silent, his expression changing visibly.
"Oh, how far are you planning to go?" The tone was gentle and warm.
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