"No way," Meiya said smugly, "You can't guess!"
"Could it be... it?" Zhong Mingwei spread out his five fingers and waved them in front of Meiya. Seeing the little girl's petrified face, he felt so proud that he gently covered Meiya's face with his open big hand. He smiled and said, "Tell me if your man is both beautiful and intelligent?"
"Pah!" Mei Ya spat fiercely. But she pouted and kissed the man's palm. She whispered, "Your hand smells like ink, it smells good."
"Really?" Zhong Mingwei took his hand back. He held it in front of him and sniffed it. When he raised his head again, a wicked smile was already on his face. "I like the smell of this, too. I've liked it since the first time I taught you to write."
Mei Ya was startled, and then her face turned red all the way to her neck. She glared at Zhong Mingwei and said, "What on earth is in your mind? You think about these things all day long. Aren't you annoying?"
"No, I'm not annoyed. How can I be annoyed with this?" Zhong Mingwei laughed even more evilly, and walked around the table. He walked to Meiya and sat on the same stool with her, and whispered in the girl's ear, "I'll collect some tuition from you later, and then I'll teach you a few more words today."
"Bah! Shameless!" Meiya was speechless. She dared to guarantee that there was no one in the world with a thicker skin than Zhong Mingwei. But...
So what?
She just likes Mr. Zhong’s shamelessness!
hey-hey.
"Sit aside. Don't squeeze in with me. It's very hot." Meiya pushed him away with her hand and complained, "It's so hot, why do you have to stick to me like this?"
"I'll make you an ice bowl later." Zhong Mingwei didn't leave, but hugged Mei Ya even tighter. He was actually hot and sticky. He used to be a very clean person who would change clothes when he sweated a little, but now he liked this sticky feeling with Mei Ya. Seeing Mei Ya still looking unhappy, he hurriedly said, "Make a bigger ice bowl, okay?"
"Two." Mei Ya bargained.
"No, you can only eat one," Zhong Mingwei said softly, "You will feel uncomfortable in a few days. If you eat too much cold food, you will have a stomachache again."
"It's coming again?" Meiya was shocked. "I remember... it was only a few days later? Why is it coming again?"
"Yes, there is still half a month left," Zhong Mingwei said hurriedly, "We must take precautions in advance."
Mei Ya's mouth twitched: "...Okay, let's sleep in separate rooms starting tonight. Isn't this a precaution? Don't mess with me."
"Two ice bowls! Two!" Zhong Mingwei immediately raised his hands in surrender without even a pause, "My wife wants to eat two, of course I have to satisfy her, what can I say?"
Meiya: “…Hehe.”
"Master!" Pang Yi called at the door.
"Come in." Mei Ya responded while pushing Zhong Mingwei away.
"Sir, Madam," Pang Yi walked in and walked to the table. He looked at the letter written by Zhong Mingwei on the table and asked Zhong Mingwei, "Can we just give it directly to the prefect Fang?"
"Well, I am just a commoner now, so I naturally cannot have direct contact with the capital. It is better for the prefectural government to forward it on my behalf," Zhong Mingwei put the dried letter into an envelope and handed it to Pang Yi, "Okay, go ahead."
"Yes." Pang Yi read the letter, bowed and left.
"Will it arouse suspicion if the letter is sent to the capital?" Mei Ya asked a little worriedly.
"No, the Prince of Pingxi is in the capital now, the southern border is not peaceful, and the Queen Mother's birthday is coming up, so my father has no time to care about my life or death," Zhong Mingwei said, wiping the sweat off Mei Ya's forehead with a handkerchief and pouring her a cup of cold tea. "Besides, it's just reporting the death of Duan and An, and mentioning that I, a commoner, married another commoner to live with. It's not a big deal, and no one will care."
Yes, the Duan family had already fallen, so who would care whether Duan Rulan was dead or alive? The An family was even more eager for Xiao An to die, so naturally they would not dig into the details, and no one would care what kind of village girl the half-dead paralytic married.
"That's good," Meiya nodded, taking a sip of tea while looking at Zhong Mingwei, "But the news that Duan and An died in Ningguta together has spread to the capital, and I'm afraid you can't get rid of the bad reputation of being a wife-killer."
Zhong Mingwei was startled, then he smiled and said, "Why? Are you regretting it now, young lady?"
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