Tea shop, accounting office.
Shen Zhiyi sat in front of a pile of ledgers, intently scanning the rows of numbers, her fingers flying across the abacus.
Qingyuan sat quietly beside her.
He was staring at her intently.
He wore a moon-white long robe, his silver-white hair shone faintly, loosely tied up with a jade hairpin, and his otherworldly and stunning face had calm eyes and brows, like distant mountains and pale jade, exuding an aura that was out of place with the rest of the accounting office.
Shen Zhiyi finished calculating the accounts and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
He sighed.
"I already said, I'm just here to check the accounts."
"Why didn't you stay in the cold spring inside? You insisted on coming along." She put down her abacus, turned her head, pinched his chin with her fingertips, and turned it from side to side, saying worriedly, "You're dehydrated now, your face is all pale."
"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked.
Qingyuan leaned against her shoulder, his lips pale, and said weakly, "I don't feel unwell."
“Being away from you is much harder than this.”
Shen Zhiyi was slightly taken aback.
Ever since Li Zhiyin visited the Shen residence, he has become unusually clingy.
They follow me everywhere I go.
Her heart softened, and she called out loudly, "Shopkeeper!"
The shopkeeper, who was waiting at the door, immediately pushed the door open and came in.
"Master, is there a problem with the accounts?" he asked nervously.
Shen Zhiyi shook her head.
"Go and fetch me a bucket of water."
"yes."
The shopkeeper was puzzled, but he did as instructed.
What does the landlord need water for?
He quickly fetched some water, put it down, and was about to leave when he saw Shen Zhiyi suddenly scoop up a spoonful of water and splash it on Qingyuan.
The shopkeeper was startled.
The Way of the Heart.
Could it be that the son-in-law has offended the employer?
He felt a pang of unease, as if he had witnessed something momentous, and immediately went out and closed the door.
In that brief moment when the door closed, Shen Zhiyi splashed water on Qingyuan twice more.
A spoonful of it was poured all over his face.
Water droplets rolled down the man's pale, handsome face.
It dampened his sideburns.
His long eyelashes were tightly closed, his face tilted back, letting her pour the water down his face.
He even let out a soft sigh.
"Did you enjoy it?" he heard Shen Zhiyi ask.
The shopkeeper's pupils contracted sharply.
He closed the door and looked around, still shaken.
Only after confirming that no one was around did he wipe the fine sweat from his forehead.
Being a live-in son-in-law in the Shen family is really not an easy job...
He just sat there obediently.
Ren Dongjia's nagging...
Inside the door.
Qingyuan opened her eyes a crack.
Amidst the trembling water droplets, I saw Shen Zhiyi's worried face.
My heart suddenly swelled up and overflowed.
"Qingqing, you've splashed me all over again..." He stared intently at her red, moist lips, his voice low and hoarse.
Shen Zhiyi immediately thought of some unspeakable scenes.
She blushed instantly.
He tossed the water ladle into the bucket, turned around, and said with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, "Water it yourself."
This person... can't be serious at all.
Qingyuan saw her blushing profile and his thin lips curved slightly.
He dipped both hands into the bucket.
The water inside instantly swirled and disappeared, with most of it gone.
Blue markings shimmered on his forehead.
Qingyuan retracted his arms, his spiritual energy circulated, and his body instantly became clean and tidy.
Not a single drop of water vapor can be seen.
Shen Zhiyi turned her head and saw that his lips had regained their color, so she was relieved and continued to check the accounts.
Not long after, there was a soft knock on the door.
“Miss Chen, it’s me, Qi Mo.”
She put down the ledger.
"Enter."
Qi Mo pushed open the door and entered, bringing with him a fragrant breeze.
A maid followed behind him.
"What brings you here, Mr. Qi?" Shen Zhiyi asked with a smile.
Qi Mo is the owner of the pastry shop next door.
Years ago, she funded his business, making her a kind of partner.
Even now, they can still collect some dividends from the shops.
Therefore, although he was somewhat erratic in his personal conduct, Shen Zhiyi always maintained a smiling and polite demeanor whenever she saw him.
Qi Mo took the lacquered red food box from the maid and placed it in front of her.
"I heard you came to check the accounts and sat for half a day. You must be tired, so I brought some pastries with me."
He looked at Shen Zhiyi with admiration in his eyes, "Try it and see if you like it."
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