Pei Kangsheng's face looked extremely ugly, but he really didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he could only bow again obediently.
"It is a son's duty to visit his parents morning and evening. Don't worry, mother. Starting tomorrow, I will come to greet you every day."
"That's good to know. Let's go back."
Only after everyone left did she burst into laughter.
Pei Jian pinched her nose with a smile in his eyes, "Are you so happy just by teasing him?"
"Teasing?" She dropped her smile, her face full of confusion, "Isn't what I said true?"
"Or do you feel sorry for this big boy?"
"Of course not." Pei Jian quickly denied, "I was just afraid that he would come too early and disturb your sleep."
"Don't worry, he's fine now anyway, so just let him wait in the yard." She held Pei Jian's hand. "Waiting at home is better than going out to those indecent places, don't you think, Jian?"
Ajian...
This was not the first time Tu Qingyu called him that, but every time it did, it would cause huge ripples in his heart.
"Yeah." He nodded. "You are the boss of this family."
Tu Qingyu stretched out his hand, "Hold me, I want to go back to sleep for a while, you stay with me."
"Okay." He bent down, picked up the person, and walked towards the inner room step by step.
The next day, Pei Kangsheng really came to the main courtyard early.
The housekeeper from the main courtyard stood before him and said, "Sir, the mistress hasn't gotten up yet. Please wait a moment."
She didn't ask her to come in and sit down, she just stood there and spoke in a serious tone.
Pei Kangsheng could only stand in the yard and wait.
He cupped his hands, "It's my duty."
He waited for two hours. It was already noon and the sunlight was getting stronger and stronger. He was standing in a place without any shade.
After an hour or two, my face started to feel hot and painful.
Another half hour passed before he finally saw a maid come in to help him wash and dress.
He waited from the beginning of the morning to the beginning of the morning, for more than two hours.
By the time he saw Tu Qingyu, who had packed everything up, Pei Jian had already gone out on his errands.
He suppressed the humiliation and anger in his heart and walked into the main hall. When he saw Tu Qingyu sitting at the top seat, he was slightly stunned.
At this time, Tu Qingyu's skin was white and rosy, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of moisturized charm. She just casually supported her head with her hands and raised her eyebrows to look at him, and this action made his heart beat wildly.
The hatred that I had just felt when standing at the door disappeared a lot in an instant.
But as he raised his hand to bow, he still felt extremely ashamed and angry.
"My son has met... Mother. I hope you are doing well today."
"Okay, okay." She replied nonchalantly, "How are you today, my dear son? I appreciate your hard work in coming to pay my respects so early in the morning."
The word "big son" instantly shattered the romantic feelings in Pei Kangsheng's heart, and they disappeared without a trace.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Day and night, I visit my parents. This is what a son should do."
"Yeah, not bad." Tu Qingyu nodded, eyes full of kindness, "You are very sensible."
A sixteen-year-old girl said she was sensible to a sixteen-year-old man who looked a little old.
All the servants present lowered their heads, fearing that they would accidentally burst out laughing.
Pei Kangsheng didn't know how to respond to his sensible words, so he lowered his head and remained silent.
In fact, the back teeth were almost broken.
Tu Qingyu didn't ask him to sit down. After leaving him alone for a while, he yawned and said, "Okay, if you have nothing else, go back first. I have an appointment with someone to go to the teahouse to listen to an opera."
When Pei Kangsheng first heard that he was asked to go back, he was a little confused.
Let him go back so easily?
He thought he would encounter some difficulties, but he didn't.
"Then I'll take my leave, son." He raised his hand and bowed again.
Tu Qingyu waved his hand nonchalantly, and it was at this moment that Pei Kangsheng's sense of relief disappeared completely.
Instead, there was an indescribable discomfort.
He waited for several hours, but he was just dismissed with a few words?
Tu Qingyu's nonchalant attitude made him more uncomfortable than making things difficult for him.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you leaving?" Tu Qingyu looked at him with disdain, "I won't keep you for dinner."
"No." He took a deep breath and said, "Son, I'm leaving."
Then he left the main courtyard without looking back.
When Pei Jian came back in the afternoon, she was drawing in the study.
Next to it was a box that Pei Jian used to store the small portraits he had drawn.
At that time, the windows of the study were open. Tu Qingyu was standing in his old office, and a beam of evening light happened to fall on her.
The light green dress seemed to be covered with a halo, cold and sacred.
A gust of wind blew, and a few petals floated in from the window. One of them fell right on Tu Qingyu's head.
He was stunned for a long time until Tu Qingyu heard the movement and stopped writing, "Uncle Pei, you're back!"
Her eyes were brighter than the light outside the window.
Pei Jian walked over step by step following the beating heart, raised his hand and took the petals off her head.
"Why are you still calling me Uncle Pei?"
Tu Qingyu stretched out her fingers, gently circled his abdomen, and then hooked his belt, "Don't you like it?"
She stood on tiptoe again, leaned close to his ear, and said with a breath as sweet as orchid, "Uncle Pei..."
Pei Jian's pupils dilated slightly, he was distracted for a moment, then he pulled the person into his arms and sat down on the chair.
Tu Qingyu sat on his lap.
"I like it." He reached out and held the back of her head, kissing her with a restrained expression.
But this restraint did not last long, as the two kissed, their clothes began to become messy.
His eyes were so deep that it seemed as if he wanted to eat Tu Qingyu.
Tu Qingyu pretended to be scared and pushed him. He pulled out one hand and held both of her hands.
As he moved, something on the table was pushed down.
When Pei Jian saw the sandalwood box, his pupils dilated. Tu Qingyu took advantage of his daze and pushed him away.
Then he picked up the box and said, "I want to see what's in this box. Open it for me."
Pei Jian looked at the familiar box and said calmly, "The key is lost."
"That's impossible!" she retorted immediately, "How can you lose things in the Duke Dingguo Mansion?"
She curled her lips and said, "If you don't open it, I'll have someone smash it~"
"Give it to me." Pei Jian had no choice but to take out a bunch of small keys from the cabinet next to him. "I'll open it. Why do you have to look?"
His slender fingers slowly opened the lock, and when the box opened, what came into view was the marriage certificate written by Tu's father.
Tu Qingyu picked up the marriage certificate, and below it was her portrait.
"Wow!" Her eyes were filled with shock. "Is this a painting of me? Uncle Pei, when did you draw this?"
"Two days ago."
"Nonsense! You were with me the past two days and didn't come to the study. How could I not know you drew this?" She held the painting high, examining it in the sunset. "Besides, this doesn't look like it was just drawn two days ago."
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