This was the first time Jia Lian, who had been married for many years, had been told he was still young. He couldn't tell whether the words were an insult or a genuine statement that he was young.
Qingyin turned around and looked at the two juniors who were to him with a faint smile.
Now Jia Lian truly had no more thoughts than before. He stared intently at his uncle who had turned around, his wide peach blossom eyes giving him a somewhat naive and simple-minded appearance.
Wang Xifeng, standing to the side, was no different from her husband. Her eyes widened slightly, and the shrewd calculation in them vanished as she stared intently at her excessively young uncle.
She had never met her uncle-in-law when she married Jia Lian. She could only guess from the appearance of her cousin Lin Daiyu that her uncle-in-law must be good-looking. But she never expected that her uncle-in-law would be so... so stunningly handsome. His face was so beautiful that it took her breath away. His eyes were like stars, and his skin was so white that it was almost transparent, which made his eyebrows and eyes even more exquisite. The bright red clothes were a very selective color, but they complemented the man's face perfectly. There was no vulgarity at all. Instead, it made him look like a celestial being descended to earth.
The overly young uncle-in-law stood beside Jia Lian, who was ravaged by wine and women, and couldn't tell who was the elder and who was the younger.
Wang Xifeng was stronger-willed than her dissolute husband, and she came to her senses sooner. Her face flushed slightly, and she dared not repeat her previous infatuated look, while also subtly reminding her husband who had lost his senses.
Jia Lian almost cried out in pain when his wife pinched his thigh hard with her hand hidden in her sleeve.
"Second Master, what's wrong?"
Seeing the looks on everyone's faces and the threatening look in his wife's eyes, Jia Lian, his face contorted by pain, laughed and said, "Haha, it's nothing, I've just been a little tired these past few days, and I suddenly had a pain in my stomach. Don't worry, son-in-law and old lady."
"Ah, yes, Second Master has been complaining of pain these past few days. The household says he's extremely exhausted, and some medicine will do the trick."
Qingyin raised an eyebrow slightly, then glanced at Wang Xifeng, who was dressed in a pea-green dress. "So that's how it is. Lian'er must take his medicine properly. But this must be Lian'er's wife. She is truly virtuous and outstanding. Lian'er must cherish her."
Jia Lian nodded with a silly grin, "Yes, yes, yes."
Wang Xifeng, who was being stared at, was also slightly distracted, her face flushed slightly. Being praised by such a handsome man who looked like a banished immortal was something no one could resist. She automatically ignored what Qingyin said about Jia Lian and focused only on the few words praising her—virtuous and outstanding. They were truly the most beautiful words in the world.
The two women were engrossed in their uncle's conversation, while Grandmother Jia, standing to the side, was less convinced of Jia Lian's abilities. She had heard yesterday that Jia Lian had gone to the Grand View Garden, so how could he have fallen ill again? Looking at the grinning Jia Lian and the quiet Wang Xifeng beside him, Grandmother Jia's heart darkened. Since it was a matter concerning her Jia family, she couldn't very well expose her grandson in front of her son-in-law.
The sky was just right in the early morning, not yet noon, neither hot nor bright.
Qingyin smiled faintly: "I came with my mother-in-law today to see Pin'er. I wonder if Pin'er has caused you any trouble these past few days. If there is, please tell your son-in-law."
Before Grandmother Jia could speak, Jia Lian, captivated by his uncle's good looks, replied, "My little cousin Daiyu is so well-behaved. She's quiet and reserved every day, and she's also smart and studious. She writes good poems too."
Qingyin smiled with slight surprise as she stared at Jia Lian: "Really?"
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