These words made Yong Xingchen's heart melt completely. "Even if you miss me terribly, you can't neglect your health. Don't worry, I see and remember your feelings. I will treat you well."
Yong Xingchen felt a sense of being needed from Baozhu, a feeling he couldn't experience from the concubines and wives of the young master in the mansion.
They all valued his status as a young master, while the woman he was holding hands with only him in her heart and eyes.
That's exactly how it was for the original owner. The young master saved her from being harmed by the nouveau riche, which can be considered a hero saving a beauty. She was already in despair when a perfect young master suddenly appeared out of nowhere. How could she not be moved?
As a young master raised by a noble family, his shrewdness and cunning are unmatched by ordinary people. It was precisely because he saw through the original owner's feelings that he gradually became kinder to her.
He gradually came to cherish the original owner in his heart. Even when the original owner passed away, he lived alone in the front yard for a year and did not sleep with any of the concubines. It is conceivable that he was also very sad.
Tang Baozhu knew that pretense wouldn't fool him, so he would gradually take it to heart. He would show eight parts of his affection when he only liked five parts, and twelve parts when he liked seven parts, so he wouldn't have to worry about being exposed.
"My lord, it is already my blessing to be able to stay by your side. I dare not think of anything else. As long as you have me in your heart, that is enough."
Sure enough, men love to hear this kind of talk, and their affection for him deepened. "Don't worry, I love you. You can't think too much right now. Overthinking is bad for your health. Be good, take good care of yourself."
"Don't worry, I will listen to what you say and take good care of myself. Go wash up, the hot water is ready. We'll have dinner after you've washed up."
"Okay, I'll be done soon."
Yong Xingchen went directly to the next room, washed his face and hands, and came out immediately, worried that Baozhu might be hungry if she waited too long.
Meanwhile, Tang Baozhu had already taken advantage of Yong Xingchen going to the next room to wash up, and poured him a bowl of soup. She also put the contraceptive pill into the soup. The pill dissolved quickly and was not noticeable at all.
She was also fortunate that she was alone at the time. She had called away all the maids and servants who were serving her and the young master, so no one noticed.
After Yongxingcheng came out, Tang Baozhu quickly handed him a bowl of soup, saying, "Master, drink a bowl of soup first to warm your stomach, and then you can eat other dishes."
"You don't need to serve me anymore. Eat your own food and make sure you're full."
Although Yong Xingchen enjoyed Baozhu's care, he thought that she was now pregnant and shouldn't be tired. He couldn't bear to see her tired, so he quickly told her that she wouldn't have to serve him anymore. Besides, he was a grown man with hands and feet, so there was no need to trouble a pregnant woman.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I will remember it."
During the meal, Tang Baozhu would occasionally glance at him, her eyes so tender they were almost drool-worthy, making the young master's ears turn red.
Although he always had a blank expression, his ears betrayed him, and even his red neck gave him away.
Yong Xingchen was quite pleased with himself, feeling that his charm had captivated his woman as always.
He was secretly pleased with himself, thinking that he was so good-looking that his woman was so mesmerized by him that she kept staring at him. Despite his serious demeanor, he was actually very proud of himself.
After finishing the meal, he quickly told the servants to clear away the tableware.
Yong Xingchen took Baozhu's hand and led her to sit on the stool next to him. He sat down beside her as well and said with a slightly helpless tone, "You! Although I know I'm quite good-looking, you can't keep staring at men like that. Luckily, there are no servants around. It wouldn't sound good if word got out."
Baozhu looked at the young master with a slightly aggrieved expression, "I haven't seen you for a whole day, so I can't help but miss you. That's why I couldn't help but look at you a few more times while we were eating. It's my fault for thinking about you too much. I won't do that again."
Yong Xingchen looked at the beautiful girl he held in his heart, who was expressing her longing for him with a wronged expression. He felt both proud and sad, thinking that such a good person should have a good family background.
If her family background were better, would I have been able to marry her if I had met her sooner?
That way, she won't have to be a mistress with a bad reputation. "Don't worry, I'm thinking of you too. I was too harsh. You can see me whenever you want. I'm glad you've always thought of me. Just call me by my name from now on. Calling me 'Master' is too formal."
In the end, they stopped referring to each other as "Master" and started calling each other "you" and "me," which made them a little closer.
“Xingchen, hearing that you have me in your heart makes me feel less sad. I don’t ask for much, as long as you have me in your heart, that’s enough. Although I feel sad every time you’re not here, I know it’s your responsibility and I can’t be too selfish. But even though I tell myself I can’t be too selfish, I still feel incredibly sad.”
Tang Baozhu was starting to admire her own acting skills. How come she never knew she was so good at it? She could say anything and make things up without anyone noticing.
Hearing such humble words, it's hard to imagine any man not feeling soft-hearted.
Yong Xingchen was completely softened by her words. He knew perfectly well that she cared about him, and that she would be sad when he wasn't there. He thought that this silly woman might even cry herself to sleep every night while he was in the Marquis's mansion favoring other women.
Since he had already placed her in his heart, he couldn't let her be so sad.
"You can be a little selfish. Don't worry, I promise you I won't touch them even if I go back. I mean what I say. You can't stay up all night feeling sad and unable to sleep."
Tang Baozhu never expected such a good thing to happen. Although she had used shared cucumbers before, it would be nice if this cucumber could be used by her alone from now on.
This lessened my initial unease; whether I can continue depends on my charm.
Tang Baozhu looked at the young master with disbelief and anticipation, "Xingchen, are you serious? Can I really hope to have you all to myself?"
Yong Xingchen looked at Baozhu's incredulous expression. He had been worried that he wouldn't be able to keep his promise, but he knew he had to do it so as not to disappoint her.
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