Just now Mu Houchu didn’t figure out anything, instead, he heard Ji Xinhe say "he’s still young" unexpectedly. He suddenly lost himself, thinking, yeah, this is just a child, well-behaved, and sensible. Why is he on guard against him?
Mu Houchu suddenly felt like he was being unreasonable.
But he didn’t know why he disliked this child for no reason.
"Alright then, I will go first. Don’t wait up for me tonight, go to sleep early, okay?" Mu Houchu touched her little face and advised her a few words.
Xinhe agreed, and then he climbed onto his horse and galloped away.
Ling Feng immediately followed on his horse, watching the figure of Mu Houchu leaving on horseback. The little firewood thief secretly glanced and patted his wildly beating heart, taking a long breath, seemingly relieved.
His fear of Mu Houchu was real. First, this man had an overwhelming presence, which the little firewood thief, still young, couldn’t bear. Second, Mu Houchu’s probing gaze made him feel guilty, thus he was scared.
But while he was sincerely anxious inside, the fear he showed was partly true and partly false. Although he claimed to be afraid, his reaction should not have been so great. The reason he behaved this way was actually to resist going with him.
The little firewood thief could feel Mu Houchu’s dislike for him. If he had really gone with Mu Houchu, he feared Mu Houchu would make his life miserable or even risk his life.
Moreover, he just wanted to stay by Ji Xinhe’s side, and didn’t want to follow Mu Houchu!
He admitted that in this matter, he was indeed scheming a little.
But in the end, it was worth it to have Ji Xinhe keep him around.
However, the little firewood thief still felt somewhat unsettled. He felt that he had behaved enough, after all, under Mu Houchu’s watchful eyelids, he didn’t dare have any small calculations. Yet this man was still able to perceive something, with his icy eyes almost seeing through his thoughts.
"Have you been scared silly?" Xinhe touched his head: "He may look a bit fierce, but he has a great temperament; he won’t really harm you, don’t be afraid."
The little firewood thief obediently nodded.
"Let’s go in," Xinhe laughed.
Although Xinhe had visited the Winding Pavilion as a guest, she hadn’t come to buy clothing or jewelry. Instead, she came to personally confirm the show venue’s situation at the Winding Pavilion. Now that the show was over, there was still a lot to be done at the Winding Pavilion, so naturally, Xinhe couldn’t leave.
This time she brought the little firewood thief out with her. As he was keen on learning from her, she simply brought him along to gain some experience.
Xinhe actually noticed this child was a standout. His future path might be wide, so she wasn’t worried about whether he would be successful. Instead, she was happy to cultivate him more. Perhaps it was because he resembled Xiao Bei in some way, or because sometimes this child’s obedience made people feel sorry, she treated him like a younger brother, hoping only for his well-being.
"Okay!" The little firewood thief grinned. Although his face was slightly pale, apparently he hadn’t quite come back to his senses yet, he was actually happy inside.
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At the same time, the departing carriage of the Song family was also discussing things.
Just now, when the carriage left, Song Ya Lan pulled back the curtain of the carriage window, just to sneak another glance at the tall and handsome man. Unexpectedly, she saw the seemingly proud man gently curve his lips at Ji Xinhe. His eyes were unusually warm.
Seeing this, the daughters of the Song family were almost stunned.
They thought such a proud man would always be cold as frost, but they didn’t know when they left and only his wife remained, he could still have such heartwarming smiles.
Fourth Miss of the Song family, Song Yamin, couldn’t help but envy secretly, "That Master Mu, is really a perfect gentleman and treats his wife so well. I wish I could marry a husband like him someday."
Song Ya Lan, recalling what she had seen just before leaving, actually felt quite jealous, but naturally, she did not mention it at this time. Instead, she scoffed with feigned indifference, "Stop wishing, it’s just a small household, mere people you could even look up to."
Song Yamin got angry and retorted, "You!"
Aren’t you just like me?
Yes, my mother is a concubine, but your own father is also the son of a concubine!
Yet, Song Yamin didn’t dare say these words out loud. Song Yalin swiftly interjected, "Stop fighting, if mother hears about this you will be punished."
Song Ya Lan wasn’t pleased but decided to scoff, "I’m not like some shallow people who are sycophantic just because a man has a slightly good-looking face, wishing to marry at the wink of an eye. What counts as appearances? They are useless, lowly background, I don’t even want to glance at! Look at that Lady Mu’s shabby look, to watch a show she eagerly only bought a piece of clothing, haha!"
Hearing this, Song Yamin’s face turned red. She also only bought one piece of clothing at this show, and Song Ya Lan was deliberately criticizing her as well.
"Who are you calling cheap?" Song Yamin finally lost her patience.
Song Ya Lan scoffed, "Oh, I almost forgot, Fourth sister, you only picked a skirt, right? Well, Auntie Zhao doesn’t have much money, maybe she could only afford to buy you a single skirt."
Although Song Ya Lan’s father was a common son, her mother was the legitimate third branch madam, while the Fourth Miss was born from a second branch concubine. In terms of identity, Song Ya Lan was indeed superior to Song Yamin.
With her eyes red with rage, Song Yamin could only endure silently.
Song Yalin said in a deep voice, "Fifth sister, don’t go too far."
Song Ya Lan just huffed, and did not dare to say more. Normally, she also wouldn’t be so arrogant, at least not openly. But today, seeing that shabby woman with such a good husband made her envious.
She was full of fire but could not vent it out, and who made Song Yamin just happen to be her target?
Naturally, she vented her anger on her.
"You shouldn’t always talk about Lady Mu as dull, I think Lady Mu’s dress and manner are very appropriate. There’s no lowliness in her, as seen in small households. That Master Mu also carries a domineering air, perhaps his family background isn’t weak. Now, you’re slandering people arbitrarily, aren’t you afraid of causing trouble in the future?" Song Yalin stated seriously.
Song Ya Lan’s eyes lit up at, "Really?"
Song Yalin slightly lowered her eyes, the impressive figure of that man and the corners of his lips containing a slight smile flashed through her mind. Her heart couldn’t help but ripple, although she was calm by nature and didn’t show any obvious signs of her emotions.
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