Chapter 39 Wishful Thinking
The warmth from Lu Sui's fingertips burned the skin on Jiang Yueyao's jaw.
The little face that was originally flushed was now even redder.
She reached over and gently shook his sleeve, her face sincere.
"Sir, if you really want to protect me, why not take me in as your concubine? That way, no one can bully me."
Lu Sui paused his movements.
The next second, he let her go and sat up straight. The pity on his face disappeared, his thin lips curled slightly, and his eyes glanced at her lightly.
"Is this all you have?"
Jiang Yueyao nodded her head and looked at him eagerly.
"Being a shopkeeper, getting up early and working late, is so tiring. I'm a lazy person by nature and don't have much ambition. My only hobbies are eating, drinking and having fun." She moved closer to him and began to flatter him. "Men like you who are rich, powerful and good-looking are highly sought after in the capital. I am of low status and unworthy of being your wife. I don't want to be a concubine either. Being a mistress is fine."
Seeing Lu Sui with a stern face and not saying anything.
She continued to lobby: "Sir, please have pity on me and take me in."
"A hot commodity?" Lu Sui's face turned pale with anger. He raised his hand and knocked her on the forehead. "Jiang Yueyao, how dare you! Do you think I'm a commodity?"
"Oh no, I'm just giving an example."
It hurts a bit from the hit on the forehead.
Jiang Yueyao explained while rubbing it, "It's just a metaphor, it means there are many girls who like you."
"Oh……"
"why are you laughing?"
"I laugh at your wishful thinking." Lu Sui pointed at the empty teacup with his finger, "Pour the tea."
Jiang Yueyao stood up and made tea for him. After the tea was brewed, she poured him another cup of tea.
After doing all this, she sat down opposite him.
She held her chin with both hands, pouted slightly, and looked a little sad.
"Yes, I am delusional. I am not even worthy of being your concubine."
Lu Sui looked up at her, somewhat puzzled.
"Do you really have to be someone's mistress? A good girl from a decent family should be married off formally and brought home as a wife."
"What kind of wife? I don't want to be a wife. If I were a wife, I'd have to work in the backyard, serve my husband, bear children, and take care of my parents-in-law... I'd be exhausted like a dog. I don't want to do that."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the forehead again.
Jiang Yueyao was extremely angry.
She covered her forehead with her hands and protested: "Don't hit my head anymore, I feel like I've become stupid lately."
"Stupidity is innate, it has nothing to do with me."
"Hmph..." Jiang Yueyao was about to say something when Erman came over and called her, "Boss, someone's looking for you."
Jiang Yueyao asked casually, "Who is it?"
"A man named Feng."
Jiang Yueyao stood up and walked out. Halfway through, she stopped and looked back at Lu Sui: "What would you like to eat, sir? I'll have someone bring it to you later."
"No rush, go and do your work first." Lu Sui played with the wine cup in his hand without raising his head.
Jiang Yueyao took Erman away in a hurry.
Qingshu entered the pavilion.
He raised his hand to pour tea for Lu Sui and said, "When I first came in, I met Feng Zheng, the editor of the Hanlin Academy."
Lu Sui leaned back slightly, leaning against the back of the chair.
His dark eyes were half closed and he said nothing.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qingshu didn't dare to say anything more. He stood aside and kept his mouth shut quietly.
…
Feng Zheng came alone today.
He originally wanted to invite Lu Hengqing to join him.
Unexpectedly, when the other party heard that he was coming to Wanhe Tower, his smiling face immediately gloomy.
"I have something to do at my house today so I can't go." He even saw through his intentions, "Brother Feng, are you interested in the owner of Wanhe Tower?"
Feng Zheng blushed when he asked this question.
He didn't deny it either: "Boss Jiang is good-looking, easygoing, and speaks well..."
Before he could finish his words, Lu Hengqing interrupted him.
"Brother Feng, don't be fooled by her. She's naturally eloquent, skilled at sweet talk, and perfect at flattering others." Feeling this wasn't enough, Lu Hengqing added, "She's too gorgeous, and she comes from a merchant family. How could such a woman be worthy of Brother Feng's family background and talent?"
Feng Zheng looked surprised.
"Brother Lu and Shopkeeper Jiang know each other?"
Lu Hengqing was stunned.
Then he turned his gaze and returned to normal.
"I don't know, I just don't like it."
After saying this, he left in a hurry.
Feng Zheng was confused, but he didn't think much about it and came to Wanhe Tower by himself.
At this moment, he looked at Jiang Yueyao who was walking towards him and felt that Lu Hengqing was really going too far.
He had only met the girl once, yet he slandered her behind her back.
How could Manager Jiang, such a nice girl, have offended him?
At this time, Jiang Yueyao had already walked over.
"Master Feng, are you here alone today?"
Feng Zheng blushed slightly: "Yes..."
"There's a small table over there. Please follow me."
"Okay, thank you."
Jiang Yueyao led him to the small table and was about to turn around to do other things when Feng Zheng stopped him.
"Miss Jiang...Miss Jiang."
Jiang Yueyao turned around and looked at him.
Feng Zheng's face turned even redder.
"I..." He was so excited that he was stuck, and his face turned even redder, as if it was dripping with blood.
Jiang Yueyao: "Master Feng, is there anything else?"
"I'm fine. I just wanted to ask you...how old are you?"
Jiang Yueyao was stunned.
She had never expected Feng Zheng to ask this, and when she saw his blushing face and shy expression, she immediately knew what was going on.
"I'll be seventeen in two months."
"But you don't look that old. I thought you just came of age."
"I just look young," Jiang Yueyao said casually, "Actually, I'm going to get married in two years."
The expression on Feng Zheng's face suddenly froze.
"You...are already engaged?"
"Yes."
"Is that so..." Feng Zheng turned his gaze away, lowered his head and said no more.
But my whole body was filled with a sense of loss.
Jiang Yueyao didn't say anything else and turned around to go about her own business.
This busy work took more than an hour.
When she finished her work and looked at Feng Zheng again, he had already left without her knowing.
Jiang Yueyao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She asked the kitchen to prepare some food and took it to the backyard herself.
Lu Sui was still in the pavilion, reading a book. Qingshu was standing by and when he saw her coming, he quickly reached out and took the tray.
"Is the girl done with her work?"
"Yeah, it's almost done." Jiang Yueyao looked at him, "I asked the kitchen to prepare a meal for you as well. Qingshu, you can go and eat too."
Qingshu said, "No rush."
He put the food on the table, took the book that Lu Sui handed to him and put it away, then retreated back to the steps of the pavilion.
Jiang Yueyao sat down opposite.
She looked at Lu Sui and said, "My Lord, I've been waiting for you. I asked Sister Lan to make you a spring roll. I'll replace the chives with shepherd's purse. Please try it."
As she spoke, she picked up a spring roll with the serving chopsticks and placed it on the plate in front of Lu Sui.
Lu Sui glanced at her, picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, and his originally slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
He looked happy.
Jiang Yueyao took the opportunity to speak.
"Tomorrow is my mother's death anniversary. Xiangguo Temple is bustling with incense. The Bodhisattva in the temple is praying for the salvation of all living beings. I want to light a long-burning lamp for my mother." She looked at Lu Sui, "Sir, can you give me a day off?"
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