Su Miao narrowed her eyes slightly and curled her lips as she looked at the scene before her.
Shen Changji dislikes being disturbed, so the courtyard next to his, the one he just moved into, has never been inhabited.
Therefore, no one would know that from where she is standing, she can see the man's every move in the bathroom.
As Su Miao saw the outline of the man's strong physique, a familiar figure flashed through her mind.
He and Shen Changji are somewhat similar.
It's just a pity...
Su Miao glanced at it a few times, and left before Shen Changji turned around.
Shen Changji, who had just finished bathing, couldn't help but glance up.
For some reason, Su Miao's image kept popping into his mind.
Even while he was taking a shower, he could feel her presence around him.
Could it be because Su Miao lives next to him? Or is it because the aphrodisiac in his body hasn't completely worn off?
He had always had good self-control, but ever since that night when he tasted meat, he had become somewhat addicted to the flavor.
Thinking about it, Shen Changji went back and rinsed himself off again before coming out of the room.
He drank two pots of tea before gradually falling asleep.
Su Miao has been very well-behaved in the two days since she moved in.
During the day, she would visit Old Madam Shen, and when the second and third wives needed her, she would also go and check on them.
When she has nothing to do, she practices painting in her room.
In the past two days, Liu Muxuan has gradually become more composed and is no longer as absurd as before.
However, he would send someone to inquire about Shen Changji's situation regarding Su Miao.
He kept asking the same few questions, implying that Shen Changji should help him find out what kind of man Su Miao liked.
There was a long silence; not a single word was replied.
These past two days, however, he's found it hard to get used to Su Miao's quietness.
The next day, when Shen Changji went to run errands, he happened to run into Xie Qin walking towards him, fanning himself with a fan.
He was dressed in a light blue robe, and his whole being was as handsome as an orchid and a jade tree. He walked up to Shen Changji with a smile.
Upon seeing this, Lone Eagle respectfully greeted, "Greetings, Young Master."
"Alright, alright! No need for all this formality! I've been so busy lately that I haven't had a chance to ask you out for a drink, Ziji. Come on, since we've run into each other today, we definitely have to go have a drink!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Changji did not refuse.
A lone eagle followed behind.
After a few rounds of drinks, Xie Qin had no choice but to mention Su Miao's existence to Shen Changji.
"I heard you have a beautiful cousin? Tsk tsk tsk, I've heard that Liu Muxuan is quite fond of her!"
"Is this something that you, the heir of the Marquis of Yongning, should be concerned about?" Shen Changji said in a deep voice.
A dark glint appeared in his eyes at the mention of Su Miao.
"You know my personality! We grew up together, we're practically brothers! In the whole capital, I'm probably the only one who understands you even a little bit! I've heard she's a top-tier beauty, how could I not pay attention?"
"You've seen her?"
"No! But I heard it's quite extraordinary! After all, I'm a man, so it's embarrassing for me to openly go to your place to meet a girl! But you, why do you look so pale! You have a beauty at home and you're not happy?" Xie Qin couldn't help but tease.
From his perspective, Chen Changji seemed to be unsatisfied.
But Xie Qin didn't say it directly.
He drank a glass of wine in silence and asked in a deep voice, "What would make me happy?"
"If my mansion had such a beauty, I would be so proud! You and she aren't even blood-related siblings, and as the saying goes, 'Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders!' After all, your wedding with Liu Jiaojiao is coming soon, and I'm not getting any younger, so why don't we celebrate double happiness together!"
Xie Qin winked at Shen Changji, then gently touched the wine cup in Shen Changji's hand with her own.
“A person with a different surname is not worth my attention. Haven’t you ever considered that such a person is two-faced?”
"To die beneath the peony blossoms, even as a ghost, is still romantic! Ziji, this is something you just don't understand!"
A long silence followed: "..."
He had no idea that Su Miao was so charming.
"Just kidding, just kidding. I'm just really curious about this Miss Su. You must let me see her another day! After all, that kid Liu Muxuan has good taste. Last time he took a liking to that courtesan, her looks and talent were both extraordinary!" Xie Qin praised without reservation, his tone casual.
He neither agreed nor refused, his eyes dim, and drank three cups of wine in succession.
Xie Qin talked on and on about what had happened over the years.
It was almost dusk when Shen Changji finally left the restaurant and returned home.
However, he had only returned halfway when it started to rain heavily.
Just then, Su Miao finished shopping and saw the torrential rain. She and Tao'er could only stand under the eaves to take shelter from the rain.
Tao'er had only been standing there for a short while when she saw a familiar carriage approaching them.
"Miss, look, isn't that the eldest young master's carriage!"
Su Miao looked in the direction she was pointing.
It was indeed a long and silent carriage.
However, the carriage showed no intention of stopping. As it passed by, Shen Changji lifted the curtain, glanced at Su Miao indifferently, and showed no intention of accepting her.
If they didn't accept it, fine, but the carriage suddenly sped up, splashing water that directly soaked Su Miao's skirt.
Su Miao glared angrily at the departing carriage, thinking to herself, "What a brute! He doesn't even know how to be gentle with a woman!"
...
Su Miao returned to the Duke's mansion after nightfall; it was Liu Muxuan who brought her back.
Shen Changji, who was in his study, frowned slightly upon hearing this.
He put down what he was holding and walked towards the neighboring yard.
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