Hua Qingcheng returned from Pinglan Mountain early in the morning and rested at home for a day due to her injury.
On the night of the first day of the lunar year, the sky was thick with mist, devoid of any moonlight, and it was quiet and gloomy. At midnight, the lights in the main room of the Hua family's old house were still on.
After discussing her life plans with Mu Lige this morning, Hua Qingcheng was now thinking about how to put them into practice. She was thinking about arranging the farm work tomorrow and then starting to prepare to open a shop to make money.
Hua Qingcheng, having made up her mind, felt relieved.
During the day, Mu Lige made clothes for Hua Qingcheng. She only tried them on once and then washed them. Now they were dry. She folded the clothes neatly and planned to put them in the closet.
With a snap, Hua Qingcheng opened the closet door, and a silk folding fan painted with ink bamboo fell out. After placing her clothes in the closet, Hua Qingcheng leaned over to pick up the fan from the floor and gently wiped away the invisible dust. This was the fan she had bought for Si Chengfeng earlier, but hadn't given him away yet.
Hua Qingcheng tightened her grip on her folding fan, her brows furrowed slightly, and her beautiful eyes gazed towards the north, towards the capital where Si Chengfeng was. She hadn't seen Si Chengfeng in ten days and wondered how he was doing. Was it because his adoptive grandfather was sad?
And... do you miss her...
"Qingqing, what are you thinking about?"
The first and fifteenth day of the lunar month are the days when Hua Qingcheng regularly accompanies doctor Lang Mulige.
Upon entering the room, Mu Lige saw Hua Qingcheng standing by the window, lost in thought. Her solitary figure appeared desolate and melancholy. Glancing at the folding fan she clutched tightly in her hand, Mu Lige's eyes darkened slightly. No one in this household used folding fans. The only person he knew who enjoyed using them, and who had a relationship with his young wife, was Si Chengfeng. So, this fan was... for Si Chengfeng, right?
"Si Chengfeng, how is he?"
Mu Lige had never seen Si Chengfeng again since he came to Huaqiao Village twice.
After learning that Hua Qingcheng and Si Chengfeng were already married, Mu Lige, though upset, had already agreed to let her take Si Chengfeng in. It was just strange that after so long, there had been no further news, and his young wife hadn't mentioned it again.
"Si Chengfeng...I'm afraid he's not doing well..."
Hua Qingcheng turned around and looked at Mu Lige, her beautiful eyes filled with worry and even a little bit of loss...
Mu Lige's heart ached slightly, but he could only go forward and hold her in his arms. She was sad for another man, and he couldn't bear to see her sad, but he had to comfort her.
"I'm sorry, Brother Li, I..."
Hua Qingcheng knew she shouldn't be thinking about other men in front of Mu Lige. She could plan and unravel any complex matter, but the human heart was unpredictable and uncontrollable. It just so happened that she encountered that moment that touched her heart. While the emotions could be contained, the pain could not.
"Qingqing, you can tell me anything. I hope you remember that no matter what, I will always be behind you, standing where you can see me as soon as you turn around."
Mu Lige stroked his young wife's head and hugged her tighter. He would go to great lengths for her, clearing every obstacle in her life, but the only thing he disliked was the word "sorry." Saying it meant betraying her and breaking his own heart.
"Qingqing, I hope you will never say the word 'sorry' to me again."
Mu Lige leaned down and kissed Hua Qingcheng on the lips. With his gentle love, he gradually wiped away the sadness in her heart. After a while, he let her go.
"I promise you, Brother Li."
Hua Qingcheng raised her hand and caressed Mu Lige's handsome face, feeling both touched and distressed. She returned his kiss with a gentle, lingering kiss. Her brother, Li, had been busy working in the vegetable garden and had gotten a bit tanned recently. This man, as warm as a spring breeze, always touched her deeply. Even though he knew she had someone else in her heart, he still remained so tolerant of her.
Although the men in her family were hers from the moment she arrived, they had developed genuine feelings for each other. However, Si Chengfeng was someone she had provoked, and she couldn't abandon him. These five men who loved her deeply were Hua Qingcheng's biggest weaknesses, and she didn't want to disappoint any of them.
But Mu Lige was right. Since they were husband and wife, there was nothing they couldn't talk about. After all, they still had a long way to go in the future.
"Si Chengfeng..."
Hua Qingcheng took Mu Lige's hand, led him to sit in front of the bed, stroked his belly gently, and told him about Si Chengfeng's life experience and recent experiences.
“As expected, happy people are all alike, but unhappy people are each unhappy in their own way.”
Mu Lige's face darkened, his eyes grew cold, and his thoughts drifted away. His third brother, Han Yichen, was like this, and he had no idea his future fifth brother was also like this. And what about him, who bore a deep blood feud? Perhaps their only shared good fortune was meeting Hua Qingcheng.
"Qingqing, can you... promise me one thing?"
Before falling asleep, Mu Lige suddenly turned sideways and hugged the person next to him, resting his head on her back.
"What's the matter? Brother Li..."
Hua Qingcheng wanted to turn around and look at him, but he held her tightly, so she could only hold his hand tightly. Not counting the original owner's words, this was the first time she had heard Mu Lige beg her with such a humble and pleading tone. Hua Qingcheng felt her heart ache. What had happened to her brother Li?
"You say, Brother Li, I'm listening."
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