"Master Fu..."
"Goodbye." Fu Jiaheng ignored Song Duan and walked out of the yard with his head held high.
Song Duan stood there, silently watching Fu Jiaheng's figure go away. After a while, he whispered, "Only the son of the prefect's family dares to be so disrespectful to the master."
Fu Jiaheng's background is not small. It's not that he has any outstanding qualities, but his father Fu Zhongtian is the second-rank Fengtian prefect. Fu Zhongtian and Fang Zuotang are close friends, and their wives gave birth to a boy and a girl one after the other. So the Fu family and the Fang family also arranged a baby marriage early on. Fu Jiaheng is only one year older than Fang Chengyin, and he is already 20 years old. He should have been married long ago. But for some reason, it has been delayed. The reason why Fu Jiaheng suddenly came to Ningguta this time was because of Fang Chengyin's invitation. Fu Zhongtian and his wife were overjoyed. They sent someone to send Fu Jiaheng to Ningguta that day.
Fu Jiaheng did not knock on the door this time. He knew Fang Chengyin was out again today, so he was not in a hurry. He just sat in a side room opposite Fang Chengyin's courtyard and waited. This side room was where the servants who usually guarded the courtyard lived. It was not dark yet, so no one came. There was no fire in the house, but Fu Jiaheng was dressed warmly. He did not feel cold, so Fu Jiaheng lay on the windowsill, looking out the window with his dark eyes. He stared straight for more than half an hour, and then he saw the carriage slowly driving over. Fu Jiaheng rubbed his eyes and sat up straight.
"What would you like to eat tomorrow morning?" The carriage stopped, but Fang Chengyin did not rush to get off. Instead, she pushed open a crack in the door and asked Kong Wenjie in a low voice. As soon as the words came out, Fang Chengyin's face turned red. She had just finished dinner and she was already thinking about tomorrow's breakfast. She was really shameless.
"What do you want to eat?" Kong Wenjie didn't think so. He knew Fang Chengyin was reluctant to part with him, even if it was just a short conversation. Looking at Fang Chengyin's blushing cheeks, he felt very happy.
"How about the mutton soup we had this morning?" Fang Chengyin looked at Kong Wenjie's expression and whispered, "You seem to like that mutton soup very much. You drank three bowls of it this morning."
"You keep serving me soup, so of course I keep drinking it," Kong Wenjie said with his head down. His voice softened unconsciously as he spoke. His fingers gently tapped the carved door. "Not just mutton soup. I like to drink anything you serve me."
"Look at you, you're such a loser!" Fang Chengyin looked down on him, a big and strong man who was always shy, but she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. A white and slender finger stretched out from the crack of the door, and a little closer to the man's finger, and then the two fingers were entangled together, and then Kong Wenjie held the girl's hand tightly. Fang Chengyin was busy looking around. Even though she didn't see anyone, her heart was still beating "thump, thump" non-stop. With a red face, she whispered to Kong Wenjie, "Don't do this, people will see us."
"Are you...afraid of being seen?" Kong Wenjie felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Fang Chengyin's nervous face.
"What do you mean by this?" Fang Chengyin was immediately unhappy and glared at Kong Wenjie, "Who wants to be seen like this? If someone really saw us, how can we face others in the future?"
"That's not what I meant..." Kong Wenjie said sullenly. He really didn't mean that. He certainly didn't want to be seen flirting with Fang Chengyin. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been running out all day these days, just to avoid being seen. But even though he and Fang Chengyin were getting better and better to him, he felt more and more unsure. Especially at this moment, when they came back in the dark and hid in this deserted place to hook their fingers, Kong Wenjie couldn't help but feel a little sad. He let go of Fang Chengyin's hand, avoided Fang Chengyin's puzzled look, and whispered, "Go into the house quickly, be careful not to get cold."
"No, what do you mean?" Fang Chengyin's temper has always been straightforward. Seeing Kong Wenjie hesitating, she naturally became annoyed, but she suppressed her anger in the end, "Kong Wenjie, are we still in a relationship that needs to be hidden?"
Kong Wenjie took a deep breath, then looked at Fang Chengyin: "Chengyin, when do you plan to let the prefect know about our relationship?"
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