Helpless, Shen Cang had no choice but to take the now-useless medicine back to the Shen family.
Madam Shen arranged for Jiang Wan to move into the courtyard where Aunt Zhou used to live.
Shen Cang's face immediately turned as if he had stepped in shit.
However, thinking that since the person had already entered the mansion, there was no need to argue about such a trivial matter anymore.
In the end, everyone seemed to be satisfied.
Of course, the one I'm most satisfied with is Chen Xiyin.
One hundred taels of silver was even enough for her to furnish her newly purchased house.
She ultimately chose the relatively larger of the five houses that Xiao Yan had picked out for her, thinking that in case her senior and junior brothers got married in the future, they would have a place to stay.
She has already hired several servants to clean and tidy up the place so that she can move in at any time in the future.
That evening, Shen Qiyin was furiously calculating her accounts, checking how much silver she had left. Ren Dong, half-asleep, lay on the bed and said in a soft voice, "Sister, have you thought of a name for the shop? It will open in two days."
"You've been studying for a while now, so you can get up."
"Me?!" Suddenly being checked on her "homework," Honeysuckle was "startled awake from her deathbed," all her sleepiness gone.
"Give it a try."
Under Shen Qiyin's encouraging gaze, Ren Dong scratched her head and said, "Then, let me think..."
As soon as she finished speaking, a familiar "thud" came from the window, giving Honeysuckle a feeling that she had escaped a disaster.
"Hehe, it must be Lord Xiao. Sister, you should go now. Let's talk about naming tomorrow." After saying that, she slipped into the quilt like an eel, leaving Shen Qiyin with only her round back of her head.
Shen Qiyin shook her head helplessly and chuckled before getting up and walking out.
As soon as the door opened, Xiao Yan walked in without waiting for her to let him in.
Shen Qiyin was taken aback by his actions, thinking to herself that practice makes perfect. This man was quite awkward when he first entered her boudoir, but now he was as comfortable as if he were in his own bedroom.
After closing the door, Shen Qiyin looked at him and asked, "Sir, what has happened that you've come at this hour?"
"You..." He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
"Um?"
"You don't have to call me 'sir'."
Shen Qiyin blinked blankly.
If we don't call him "sir," what should we call him?
She thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "Young Master?"
Xiao Yan lowered his eyes.
Shen Qiyin immediately changed her tune: "Obviously not!"
Please give me another chance.
Xiao Yan was amused by her survival instincts, and in an instant, the slight awkwardness in his heart vanished. He honestly told her, "...You can just call me by my name."
"That won't do!"
Why not?
That would be very rude.
"Are we that distant?" Thinking of something, he suddenly said meaningfully, "Oh, no wonder, after all, Miss Shen and I aren't familiar with each other."
"..." She seemed to have been "sarcastically asked".
After hesitating for a moment, Shen Qiyin glanced at Xiao Yan's expression and softly called out, "Xiao... Xiao Hanyu?"
A single name made someone blush.
Shen Qiyin initially thought nothing of it, but seeing his face getting redder and redder, as if she were teasing him, she became somewhat uncomfortable.
Finally, he could only change the subject, saying, "Big...you...you still haven't said what you're here for?"
When the topic turned to business, Xiao Yan suppressed the lingering excitement in his eyes and instantly regained his serious expression, asking, "I originally just came to deliver something to you, but when I passed by a courtyard, I heard some noises, and I thought you might be interested."
Whose yard is this?
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