After saying that, Wen Wanqing patted Su Wantang on the shoulder, gave her an encouraging look, and then quickly left.
Su Wantang held the key in her hand, feeling both amused and exasperated.
No, that's not true.
Just as Mom thought.
But remembering the glimpse of caramel color she'd seen in the trash, Su Wantang picked up the key and aimed it at the lock.
The sound of metal rubbing and spinning reached Lu Huai'an's ears, and he subconsciously covered the object in front of him.
However, he was fast, but Su Wantang, who was prepared, was even faster.
"Did you really do this?"
Su Wantang stared at the sugar figurine on the table, which looked like a pile of poop, and was so shocked that her mouth dropped open.
Wen Wanqing spent a lot of money shopping today, and Su Wantang felt bad about it, so she bought Wen Wanqing's favorite dishes to cook a nice meal for her lovely mother-in-law and strengthen their relationship.
But while cooking in the kitchen, Su Wantang saw the sugar figurine, now broken into pieces, in the garbage bag.
Apart from Shen's father, no one knew that Su Wantang liked this.
She asked Aunt Wang, who said, "This afternoon, I saw Huai'an making syrup; it must have been him."
Lu Huai'an looked somewhat annoyed and removed his hand from his hiding place.
"Sorry, I wanted to give you a surprise."
Su Wantang didn't care about that: "You contacted my dad? How is he? Is he alright?"
"My father-in-law said he's fine and that you shouldn't worry."
Lu Huai'an opened the drawer, casually took out the letter on top, and handed it to Su Wantang.
"This is a letter your father-in-law wrote to you."
Su Wantang took it and opened it: "My dad, writing me a love letter? Are you sure?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Huai'an's cheeks flushed, and he hurriedly snatched the letter from Su Wantang's hand.
"Sorry, I took the wrong one."
Although he tried to keep his tone calm, Su Wantang could still detect a hint of embarrassment, and the corners of her lips unconsciously turned up.
She thought that Lu Huai had become a limp quail after that day, and she was still sulking about it.
Unexpectedly, Lu Huai'an was hiding in his room writing love letters and secretly learning how to make sugar figurines.
Just thinking about that scene made Su Wantang's eyebrows curve into a smile, her face full of joy.
"This one."
This time, Lu Huai'an read it carefully twice before handing the letter written by Su Zhichen to Su Wantang.
The letter is still unopened.
I imagine Dad wrote two letters, one to Huai'an and one to her.
Su Wantang opened the letter and read it quickly.
Seemingly knowing what Su Wantang was worried about, Su Zhichen even mentioned the most trivial matter.
He said his son-in-law had asked his comrades to take care of them.
them?
Su Wantang paused for a moment, sensing that something was amiss, but didn't dwell on it and continued reading.
Aside from the daily shoveling of manure and the tiring work of hauling manure trucks, they have no worries about food and drink.
Su Wantang's eyes stung with tears.
My father used to be a rich young master, he's never done these kinds of manual labor.
But she also knew that, given Su Zhichen's situation, this situation was already considered good.
In a village known for its tough and unruly people, someone like Su Zhichen would inevitably be dragged out for criticism and struggle sessions every morning.
Tangtang, when Dad has free time, his favorite thing to do is sit at the village entrance and listen to the old men and women talk about interesting things from all around.
Seeing what seemed like an amusing scene—a pale-faced scholar sitting among a group of elderly people—Su Wantang couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Hearing the laughter, Lu Huai'an couldn't help but be curious about what his father-in-law had said in the letter, but seeing that Su Wantang was reading it intently, he didn't interrupt.
After a long while, Su Wantang put down the letter and solemnly said something to Lu Huai'an.
"Thanks."
Lu Huai'an frowned, somewhat displeased, and said, "Tangtang, your father-in-law is also my father. It's only right that I ask someone to take care of him."
"Yes, I misspoke. You, as my son-in-law, should do your best. If it weren't for the trouble at home, I would have had a hard time marrying you." In a good mood, Su Wantang teased Lu Huai'an.
Of course, she wasn't lying.
Given how much Su Zhichen dotes on her, whoever marries her will likely be dissatisfied and will be subjected to severe harassment.
Lu Huai'an didn't brush off the topic, but said, "Tangtang, you deserve it."
Su Wantang's face suddenly turned red.
Although Lu Huai'an doesn't usually say sweet words, when he suddenly utters a heartfelt remark, it's not a sweet word, but it's more sweet than any sweet word, warming people's hearts.
This made her even more curious about what kind of love letters Lu Huai'an wrote to her.
She held out her hand: "Where's that love letter? I want to see it now."
While Lu Huai'an hesitated, Su Wantang had already gotten up from the bed and reached into the drawer.
"Tangtang, no."
Su Wantang was startled by Lu Huai'an's sudden increase in volume, and her outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
Taking advantage of the moment, Lu Huai'an took out the love letter and hurriedly closed the drawer.
Seeing his obviously guilty actions, Su Wantang narrowed her eyes.
"What? Are you hiding something you're ashamed of?"
Lu Huai'an's eyelids twitched: "No, it's just not tidied up, it's a bit messy."
"Tangtang, here's a love letter."
Su Wantang didn't dwell on it. She took the love letter and read it carefully.
After reading it, Su Wantang didn't know what to say.
Although I expected it might not be finished or might not be satisfactory, I didn't expect it to be this outrageous.
"You're the first person to turn love letters into a battle manual."
Lu Huai'an had a stern face, but one could still see the awkwardness in his soul beneath his skin.
"but--"
Su Wantang paused deliberately, then sat on Lu Huai'an's lap. Instantly, Lu Huai'an straightened his back and pressed against the back of the chair.
Somewhat awkwardly, he asked, "But what?"
"I quite like it."
"Really?" Lu Huai'an's eyes sparkled.
He hadn't expected Su Wantang to come in so suddenly; he had originally planned to surprise her in a couple of days.
That love letter wasn't actually the first one he wrote; there were more than a dozen before it.
Every time he finished writing, Lu Huai'an would look at it again and feel dissatisfied with everything. Having been used to writing strategic manuals in the army, Lu Huai'an was also used to making corrections with a red pen.
For example, the opening title.
From the initial wife (too unreliable, cross out), daughter-in-law (a bit vulgar, cross out), Wan Tang (a bit unfamiliar, cross out), to finally settling on Tang Tang.
"real."
Su Wantang liked Lu Huai'an's clumsy feelings.
*smack*
She kissed him first, saying, "This is a reward."
Lu Huai'an's eyes darkened, and his large hand landed on the back of Su Wantang's neck, not allowing her to retreat.
But he didn't notice the cunning glint in Su Wantang's eyes.
Splash!
The drawer was fully opened, and Lu Huai'an was jolted awake. He tried to cover it up, but it was too late. The shady things inside were exposed.
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