Su Jinyang threw Zhang Rui aside with disgust, his eyes cold enough to kill, "If you dare to cause trouble again, this general will cripple you."
Zhang Rui suddenly shuddered and scrambled away amidst the laughter of the crowd.
After a short while, the soup kitchen returned to calm, and the other people lined up in an orderly fashion.
"Thank you, General Su. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know what to do." Li Qingqing looked at Su Jinyang with a flushed face, full of shyness.
I had long heard that General Su was brave and skilled in battle, and also very handsome. Now it seems that the rumors were indeed true.
It wasn't for nothing that she endured the disgust of coming to the soup kitchen every day to distribute porridge; at least she finally got to see people.
"It's alright." Su Jinyang waved his hand, his expression remaining calm as he couldn't see Li Qingqing's shy and timid eyes.
Li Qingqing was somewhat disappointed. She prided herself on her exceptional beauty, and many talented young men came to propose marriage to her, but she didn't find any of them appealing.
Upon meeting Su Jinyang, she fell in love with him and vowed to marry no one but him in this life.
Her father was very supportive and even predicted that General Su would achieve great things in the future.
If she could marry General Su, the Li family would enjoy endless wealth and luxury.
Seeing this, Prefect Li stepped forward with a smile, intending to introduce the two, "This is my daughter Qingqing, who cares deeply about the people of Liangzhou. When she heard that Lord Pei had set up a soup kitchen to distribute porridge, she came over without hesitation."
Su Jinyang remained unmoved. He wasn't blind; he could see the blatant ambition and scheming in the eyes of the father and daughter, but he simply didn't care.
The atmosphere became slightly tense. Prefect Li chuckled twice and then said, "I heard that General Su was injured a few days ago. My daughter knows a little about medicine, so why don't you let Qingqing take a look at the general?"
Li Qingqing's eyes lit up, and she was about to agree when she heard Su Jinyang's cold, hard voice, "No need, it's already done, no need to trouble Miss Li."
Su Jinyang refused decisively, turned around and left, not giving the Li family father and daughter a chance to speak.
Li Qingqing was left standing there, stamping her feet in frustration, completely losing the will to distribute porridge.
*
Songzhuyuan.
Chengde, carrying a wooden box, knocked on Shen Yuzhou's door and said cautiously, "Young Master, the items have been returned."
He didn't expect that the second young lady would guess it was his young master so quickly and even return the items.
Even the jade hairpin that the young master had meticulously carved remained untouched in the box, without the slightest sign of being disturbed.
He couldn't help but feel sorry for the young master. For this jade hairpin, the young master even disregarded his leg injury, just to fulfill his previous promise.
But the second young lady didn't appreciate it at all and didn't leave a single word.
Shen Yuzhou stared at the wooden box in Chengde's hand, remaining silent for a long time. "She still hates me in the end and refuses to forgive me."
"Let it go." Shen Yuzhou's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of self-mockery, no longer the clear and gentle voice of before.
“Young master, perhaps the second young lady feels that this silver note is a bit too much and is embarrassed to accept it…” Chengde’s voice grew softer and softer, and even he felt that this explanation was a bit far-fetched.
But seeing the young master's pale face, as if he had suffered a great blow, he felt sorry for him.
Shen Yuzhou smiled, picked up the jade hairpin, and pushed his wheelchair toward the door.
"Young master, where are you going?" Chengde snapped out of his daze and hurriedly followed, fearing that something might happen to Shen Yuzhou.
Looking at the familiar plaque before him, Chengde sighed. The young master still hadn't given up.
He had no choice but to knock on the door repeatedly until Song Zhiyu came out.
Sitting in his wheelchair, Shen Yuzhou clutched the jade hairpin tightly in his hand, his gaze fixed on the gate of Songxi Courtyard, a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Finally, after Chengde kept knocking, the gate of Songxi Courtyard creaked open and Song Zhiyu came out.
Meeting Song Zhiyu's icy gaze, Chengde lowered his head dejectedly. "Second Miss, I had no choice. Since you refuse to come out and see the young master, I had to resort to this tactic."
"Zhiyu, you've finally agreed to come out and see me." Shen Yuzhou smiled, handing the jade hairpin to her with pleading in his eyes.
"Do you really want me to explain myself clearly?" Song Zhiyu didn't respond, a hint of annoyance flashing across her brows.
Shen Yuzhou's pupils contracted, and he didn't even dare to look Song Zhiyu in the eye. "This is my promise to you, but it's a pity that it came a little late."
Song Zhiyu lifted her eyelids and took the jade hairpin under Shen Yuzhou's hopeful gaze, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I don't need it anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, he loosened his grip, and the jade hairpin fell to the ground with a thud.
Song Zhiyu's face turned cold. "Shen Yuzhou, I gave you face but you didn't appreciate it, forcing me to take drastic measures. Belated affection is worthless. I poured my heart out to you all before, but what did I get in return?"
In return, you showed favoritism time and time again, and humiliated me time and time again. From the moment you stopped believing in me, I decided to leave you. A broken mirror cannot be mended, spilled water cannot be gathered up again; our sibling relationship ended long ago.
"A broken mirror cannot be mended, spilled water cannot be gathered up again..." Shen Yuzhou's eyes were glazed over, and he kept muttering this sentence. He laughed and laughed, but then tears came out.
Chengde was indignant and immediately accused, "Second Miss, you've gone too far. Our young master has been working so hard to get this jade hairpin, his eyes are almost ruined. How could you treat his efforts like this?"
"So you do know that it's wrong to trample on other people's feelings." Song Zhiyu glanced coldly at Chengde, her words carrying a hidden meaning.
She had sent countless carefully prepared pills and medicine pouches with high hopes, only to have them all discarded by Shen Yuzhou.
He treasured the small clay figurine that Shen Jinshu had casually given him.
His heart seems like it can never be warmed.
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