Although they lived in the same mansion, men and women were kept separate. Liu Shaoyi, who was in mourning, rarely saw outsiders, and the few times the two met were when the family was together.
Tong Cheng'er's impression of him was still that of a gentle and scholarly man she first met; that was all she knew.
Looking at her like this, Shumulu said with concern, "Then tell me what kind of husband you want."
What kind of husband?
Tong Cheng'er hadn't really thought about this question much.
"Probably that my parents would spoil me like they dote on me, and they can't complain about my laziness. Also, they can't take concubines. That's about it."
Shumulu said ironically, "Your demands are really quite low!"
Tong Cheng'er chuckled and said, "I know my requirements are a bit high, but I'll find something if I try. As for Brother Liu, forget it. He's not young anymore, why waste another year of his time?"
As a person of principle, she resolutely refused to have an affair with someone from her own neighborhood.
Shumulu tried to explain to her, but couldn't come up with anything concrete. However, Shumulu still hadn't given up on the idea of making Liu Shaoyi her son-in-law.
Shumulu thought that Liu Shaoyi's own conditions were still attractive to girls. Cheng'er's rejection was probably because she didn't know him well enough. Since that was the case, she would create some opportunities for them to get to know each other.
Shumulu thought this way and decided to do it.
As for creating opportunities to spend time together, that's easy too.
Living in the same mansion, there were just too many opportunities to see each other.
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