A Maid's Survival Story in a Noble Family Mansion? Rich Landlords Are More Appealing.

Chen Wanxing didn't deny it, but when she recalled Wang Yanning's stunned look when they first met, the corners of her mouth curved up again.

"So what kind of person is he?" Amber pressed. "Is he good-tempered? Does he study hard? How is he to you?"

"Temperament..." Chen Wanxing thought for a moment, "Very gentle and steady, not talkative, but knows what he's doing."

Young Master Wang passed the imperial examination at the young age of eighteen, which shows he has been a diligent student. As for me…

She paused, lowered her eyes, and unconsciously twirled the bracelet on her wrist.

"fine."

Amber, with her sharp eyes, grabbed her wrist: "I've never seen you wear this bracelet before, did he give it to you?"

Chen Wanxing withdrew her hand, her ear tips slightly red, but her expression remained calm: "Mm."

Upon closer inspection, the amber, illuminated by the dim light, revealed subtle, flowing gold flecks within the bracelet, indicating its excellent quality.

She clicked her tongue: "This bracelet is so smooth and translucent, it must be expensive. Is he rich?"

"It's not bad, after all, they own quite a lot of land, and the shop business is pretty good." Chen Wanxing paused for a moment, "But this bracelet doesn't belong to the family; it was left to him by his birth mother."

Amber paused for a moment, then nodded, not asking any further questions, only saying, "Didn't his stepmother say anything?"

"His stepmother treated him like her own son." Chen Wanxing glanced at her. "She was the one who arranged our engagement."

Amber finally felt relieved, leaned closer to the headboard, and said in a more relaxed tone, "That's good. I was just worried that you'd run into a complicated mother-in-law and that your life wouldn't be easy."

Chen Wanxing didn't reply, but just smiled.

Amber seemed to remember something and moved closer to her: "What about the other three? I see two young ones and one older one. Who are they?"

"The older one is called Lin Lang, he's Lin Wei's brother. I told you in my letter that Lin Wei is the girl who partnered with me to open the shop."

The other two, the one in the apricot-yellow clothes is Zhou Wenbo, the son of the magistrate of Ruyang County. He grew up with Lin Wei and Lin Lang and have a deep friendship. I got to know Lin Wei first, and then I got to know them.

There was another man wearing a blue robe named Qian Wenbai, the young owner of the biggest restaurant in our county. He was a friend of Yan Ning, and Yan Ning said he had helped him a lot.

He just failed the exam this year, so he's come to the prefectural school with them to continue his studies.

Amber nodded, going over the names in her mind. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she smiled and asked:

"Why is that young master Zhou dressed in such a bright color? I saw him from afar. He stands out among your group, like a flower."

Chen Wanxing laughed too: "He's a bit flamboyant, so he likes to wear these kinds of clothes."

Amber then asked a few more trivial questions, before pausing, her tone tinged with doubt: "That Young Master Qian..."

Chen Wanxing glanced at her: "What?"

"It's nothing." Amber shook her head, somewhat puzzled. "I just feel like he's acting strange. Sometimes he's quiet, and other times he talks a lot."

With his restless nature, can he really manage the family business?

Chen Wanxing's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't show it on her face, only saying calmly, "Is that so? I didn't notice, then I don't know either."

Amber didn't say anything more, stretched, and moved to the inside of the bed: "Alright, go to sleep first. We can talk about it tomorrow. You've traveled for so long, you should get some sleep."

Chen Wanxing responded and blew out the light.

As she lay down, Amber spoke again in the darkness: "Evening Star."

"Um?"

"I trust the person you chose. I hope you'll be happy in the future!"

Chen Wanxing didn't speak, but simply curved the corners of her lips into a smile in the darkness.

Moonlight streamed through the window paper, casting a small patch of silvery white light on the ground. In the distance, the faint sound of the night watchman's clapper could be heard—once, twice, three times.

It's past midnight.