He Yunxiao: ? ? ? Ruobao is so enthusiastic today? This isn't like her.
"Husband, please hurry up and go. Ziruo needs to rest too."
He Yunxiao: ? ? ? Ruobao is kicking me out?
“Ruobao~” He Yunxiao hugged Fan Ziruo tightly.
"Sigh, you... your husband should be able to enjoy life without worry..."
"lady……"
“My lord, the peace and tranquility of the household cannot be achieved by Ziruo alone. You must also spend time with the other ladies. Besides, Wuyou loves you so much. Yet, she has already… she has cried to me several times… we cannot continue to neglect her…”
"Go...go..."
Fan Ziruo chased He Yunxiao, who was "reluctant to leave," out of the room.
...
Inside Jiang Wuyou's room, red candlelight burned quietly.
The two sat quietly on the edge of the bed, neither of them making a move.
"elder sister……"
"Um."
Quiet.
"You're usually so bold, but now you're at a loss for what to do!" Jiang Wuyou said irritably.
"Today is different."
"how?"
"Because from now on, my sister and I will be like 'intertwined branches'."
Jiang Wuyou blushed. As an experienced woman, she naturally understood what He Yunxiao meant. This "intertwined branches" was not the same as the other "intertwined branches," but rather "a pear tree overshadowing a crabapple tree."
"You're being indecent!"
"How much money does my sister owe me? How dare she be so arrogant?"
"So what if you owe money? It's not like you're not going to pay it back."
"Then I'll make my sister pay for it for the rest of her life."
"I……"
Jiang Wuyou stared blankly as He Yunxiao in her eyes gradually grew larger.
"Paying back the money for a lifetime" is an even more ruthless form of usury than loan sharking. But Jiang Wuyou had no intention of resisting it whatsoever.
He was unreasonable, but she was willing to accept it.
...
Following the pink peony handkerchief and the spring orchid handkerchief, He Yunxiao received a third handkerchief tonight: a newly dyed begonia handkerchief.
...
He Yunxiao had been to Yanyang City once, so naturally he wouldn't only think about the other female leads and forget Sister Jiang. Oh no, he wouldn't forget Youbao.
Tonight, in Jiang Wuyou's little house, the red brocade quilt that He Yunxiao had just bought was churning and surging like the sea during a storm.
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