As the two of them awkwardly dug their toes into the ground, Song Yaozhu pushed him away first and scoffed, "Aren't you going to get busy?"
Xie Liwei didn't move, only realizing that he had said something wrong and needed to explain quickly, otherwise it would be too late to explain later.
"What I just said wasn't that I like my older sister. I meant you and my older sister... no, what I meant was that I like you, not because you look like my older sister..."
The more he talked, the more confused he became. Xie Liwei had never felt that his mouth was so clumsy. He could only look at Song Yaozhu with a pitiful expression, his long eyelashes drooping down, like a wronged puppy.
Song Yaozhu chuckled and tilted her head back to kiss him on the lips. "Don't explain, I understand what you mean. Go ahead and get busy. When things are over, we'll go for a walk in nature."
Xie Liwei immediately laughed and said, "Good!"
Investigating Tong Qian's secret hideout is a challenge, since he must have carefully selected this place, and it won't be discovered so easily.
Xie Liwei reviewed all of his travel records from the time he had been monitoring him and found that the places he frequented were the Ministry of Revenue, his own home, and the Wan Hua Lou (a brothel).
He would occasionally go out for drinks with other colleagues, but they were always the ones who invited him.
“Mark all the places he frequents.”
Then they arranged for people to search all those places, but found nothing.
Song Yaozhu met with Yongle at the Tzu Chi Foundation. Shen Qingyu was currently living at the Tzu Chi Foundation. Her gray coarse cloth clothes were quite incongruous with her face. She was teaching children pottery, and her hands were covered in mud.
"Master Shen is living a really good life now, entertaining cats and dogs." Yongle pouted, his tone tinged with envy.
Song Yaozhu found it amusing that she compared these children to cats and dogs. "If you're envious, you can come and join us."
"How can that be? I'm not even married yet!" She pouted, but there was still longing in her eyes. "And you, how come you've been married for so long and still don't have a child? If you had a child, you wouldn't need to come here to see the baby."
Looking at these well-behaved children, Song Yaozhu thought to herself that her body was gradually recovering, but it wasn't the right time to have children yet.
She had some regrets about not having a child of her own before she passed away in her previous life, but when she thought about how she hadn't given birth to a child for someone like Yuwen Wuji, she felt lucky.
"Let's go inside and take a look around."
The Tzu Chi Foundation wasn't very large; the front yard was the school, and the back yard was where the dormitories were located. Shen Qingyu had her own room, and when the two of them went in, they saw Shen Qingque rolling up his sleeves and tapping on a chair.
Yongle looked at him and was surprised to find that the guy looked so thin. With his sleeves rolled up, the lines on his arms were very firm and beautiful.
This face looks so much like Shen Qingyu's...
"Your Highness, Princess." Shen Qingque greeted the two simply, then continued hammering and tinkering with the furniture. Behind him was a pile of furniture waiting to be repaired.
Shen Qingyu explained, "The bureau has limited funds, and these pieces of furniture can still be used after some repairs. He happened to be free today, so he came to help me fix them."
Although it was still springtime and everyone was still wearing their heavy coats, Shen Qingque was still covered in sweat after working under the sun all morning.
Shen Qingyu and Song Yaozhu went inside to talk, while Yongle stood next to Shen Qingque, watching him keep knocking.
Shen Qingque ignored her gaze until a pink handkerchief was handed to him, at which point he looked up at Yongle.
Princess Yongle did indeed have a bad reputation. She was spoiled, domineering, unreasonable, and liked to chase after men, disregarding her own reputation. But at the same time, she was also a vibrant, bright girl who followed her own heart.
Shen Qingque had no ill intentions towards her, but he felt that it was rather ambiguous for a young woman to give him such a personal item as a handkerchief.
He raised his hand to politely decline, saying, "No need, I have my own."
After saying that, he took out a blue handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his face.
Yongle squatted down in front of him, amused, and asked, "You're clearly younger than me, so why do you live like an old man?"
Shen Qingque was not angry at her words. He calmly folded the handkerchief and put it away, then picked up the hammer again.
"Don't move!" Yongle suddenly said.
Shen Qingque looked at her blankly, only to see her suddenly move closer to him, a fragrant breeze wafting towards him, her soft, delicate hand already covering his face and wiping his forehead.
Yongle, holding the wood shavings, said, "They're on your face, but I didn't take advantage of you!"
Shen Qingque blushed instantly, wanting to say something but having nothing to say, and could only bury her head and continue repairing the object in her hands.
After watching this scene, Shen Qingyu, who was inside the room, said after a long while, "Two children can easily play together."
Song Yaozhu looked at her teasingly, "If your family is about to have a happy occasion, then I'll have to prepare two gifts."
Shen Qingyu glared at her reproachfully, as if she were being coquettish, which was quite endearing.
"After what happened to me, my father has no other requirements for my brother's marriage. He just hopes that my brother will be happy. As long as it is what my brother likes, our whole family will support him."
"I'm afraid it's not love." Song Yaozhu raised her eyebrows slightly. Shen Qingque had only met a few girls, and Yongle could make him blush with embarrassment with just a few words. How could he resist her teasing?
"You should also tell Yongle later. If he's not in the mood, don't keep teasing my brother."
While getting another chair, Shen Qingque subtly distanced himself from Yongle in the courtyard.
Yongle wasn't a distant girl at all; she walked up to him in a few steps and asked, "What do you need? I'll help you!"
As she spoke, she reached for the chair he wanted, but she was a step too slow, and her hand touched Shen Qingque's palm. It was wet and warm.
Shen Qingque was so frightened that he threw down his chair and stared at her in disbelief.
"You! You!" His face flushed red; he could tell she was doing it on purpose! But he couldn't bring himself to say anything humiliating to the girl, so he could only glare at her angrily.
Yongle tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong with me? Didn't you want the chair fixed? I was just helping you!"
Shen Qingque's eyes reddened, and after a long while, she managed to choke out, "Weren't you discussing marriage with the Cui family? How could you..."
How could I openly provoke him?
"The Cui family wants to marry me, which means I'm popular! But you, your face is so red, do you like me? Why don't you marry me? I think you're better than marrying Cui Yan."
Startled, Shen Qingyu took a step back, unaware that there was something behind her, and tripped, falling backward.
"Hey!" Yongle was startled and immediately reached out to pull on his belt.
Shen Qingque managed to stand firm, but was suddenly embraced by Yongle, instantly freezing into a wooden stake.
"Oh no, we've had physical intimacy, you have to marry me now." Yongle took the opportunity to touch the other's strong waist, this core is really good!
Shen Qingque: "..."
I have never seen such a blatant attempt to stage an accident.
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