I bring bad luck to my husband, you bring bad luck to your wife.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Xuebao calmed down and sat down opposite Fang Shuqi.

"Why didn't you reply to my letter?" Fang Shuqi even had the mood to pour Chengxue a cup of tea.

"I've returned it; I personally handed it to the servant." Although I didn't write it myself.

"That wasn't written by you."

How did you know?

"I was fortunate enough to read Ye Tan Jun's first draft of the story, so I naturally recognize your handwriting."

In the past few days, Fang Shuqi has read Yang Chengxue's storybook over and over again.

"What did you say?"

"If we say it's not true now, it would be a lie. It's just writing a storybook, nothing shameful, there's no need to hide it."

Olaf felt a suffocating sensation, as if a snake were strangling him.

"You still haven't told me what you wanted to tell me after all this trouble today?" Xuebao wasn't being led by the nose by Fang Shuqi.

He understood very well that running away was unrealistic and he definitely couldn't escape.

It would be better to lay everything out in the open and explain things clearly to prevent future troubles.

"You're not young anymore, your younger brother is about to get married, you should..." Fang Shuqi found what he thought was a gentler angle to approach the topic.

"What's it to you?" Xuebao's hair stood on end; he had a bad feeling about it.

"I'd like to propose marriage to you?"

Fang Shuqi summed up the key points in one breath.

"Propose marriage? Me!" Xuebao checked again to make sure she hadn't misheard.

"Yes. It's you."

"I won't marry him." Xuebao refused without even thinking.

Why?

Fang Shuqi was not surprised to hear this answer.

I don't like you.

It's so strange that she wants to marry Fang Shuqi.

Olaf wasn't interested.

"Do you have someone you like?" Fang Shuqi's questions progressed step by step.

"No." Xuebao was no match for Fang Shuqi at all.

I got caught up in that conversation again in just a few words.

"Then you can try liking me, I'm pretty good."

Fang Shuqi genuinely felt that he was quite good, even though he was an illegitimate son.

"I don't want to." Xuebao regretted it; he shouldn't have gone out today.

"You'll like it in the future," Fang Shuqi said calmly, a smile even playing on his lips.

"Fang Shuqi, are you out of your mind? I've been putting up with you because you're Shuhuan's older brother. Don't push your luck."

This was the first time Xuebao had addressed Fang Shuqi by his full name.

"What do you mean by pushing your luck? I'm not married, and you're not married either. We can talk things over."

"I won't marry you, don't do anything reckless."

"So, who do you want to marry?"

"I don't want to marry anyone. Father said he'll keep me here for a few more years."

"How many years? Three, five, or ten? Yang Chengxue, you're a smart person, why do you have to deceive yourself on such an important matter as marriage?"

"Ha, if you were really as good as you say, the Fang family would have gone to the Yang family to propose marriage long ago. Why would you have to devise such a scheme?"

"If you're willing, my stepmother can go to the Yang family to propose marriage the day after tomorrow."

"Madam Fang knows about this."

"My father, my stepmother, my aunt, and Shuhuan all know. Shuhuan just found out."

Olaf was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

The entire Fang family knows about this.

Fang Shuqi is no joke.

Upon realizing this, Olaf broke out in a cold sweat.

"Yang Chengxue, what are you afraid of?"

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When Xiao Feng woke up, he found himself lying on the daybed in this room.

Xuebao sat at the table, staring blankly at a cup of cold tea.

"How did I fall asleep?" After Fang Shuqi left, Xiao Feng was carried back.

"You're not asleep, you're just dizzy. The doctor examined you and said you should change your habit of skipping breakfast, go to bed early and get up early, and exercise more." Xuebao looked at Xiaofeng with a look of disappointment and disdain.

"Why does my neck hurt so much?"

"He bumped into the door frame." Xuebao didn't want Xiaofeng to get involved in this; he admired Fang Shuqi too much.

Why didn't you help me up?

"It's too late." Xuebao was telling the truth; he really didn't have time.

Fang Shuqi left after saying his last words. He told Xuebao to think it over carefully, and if she came to terms with it and was willing, he would send someone to the bookstore to buy a calligraphy brush called "Wuyuan".

Wuyuan, my wish.

If she still doesn't want to marry him, he won't force her; he'll just pretend nothing ever happened.

On the way back, Olaf kept getting distracted, and even took the wrong turn when he should have.

"What's wrong with you? You seem distracted."

"What will it feel like to get married?" Xuebao couldn't imagine what her future husband would be like.

"Can you smell something?"

"The jujube cakes from the street vendors are fresh out of the oven, they're very sweet." The aroma of jujubes filled the air as the cakes were just baked.

"Yes, it's very sweet, like the feeling of sweetness in the air." Xiao Feng has already received Jin Shu's letter, and they will be setting off next month.

The wedding procession traveled a thousand miles, and his future father-in-law even hired a security escort agency.

Xiao Feng feels like he's walking on cotton every day.

"I shouldn't have asked you that question," Xuebao regretted.

"You're just jealous of me." Xiao Feng proudly raised her chin.

"Yes, I'm jealous of you. What am I jealous of?"

"You're jealous that I found someone to share a bed with."

I'll beat you to death.

The two bickered and argued their way home, unaware that someone was following them from the shadows.

This was left by Fang Shuqi, specifically for monitoring the Yang family's movements.

After returning home, Xuebao kept thinking about Fang Shuqi's words.

What kind of person will I marry in the future?

Coincidentally, Xiangxi asked Xuebao to come and pick out fabric so that the whole family could have new clothes to wear on Xiaofeng's wedding day.

"How about this piece?" Xiangxi held up the fabric against Xuebao's body, feeling that it was quite nice.

"Father, how did you end up marrying me?"

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

"Just curious."

"It was a matchmaker who brought them together."

"So you married Father because you liked him?"

Xuebao's question stunned Xiangxi.

Before they got married, he had only met Yang Tongchuan a few times, so it would be a lie to say he loved him that much.

But if given another chance, he would still marry Yang Tongchuan.

"I married him because I wanted to marry him." Xiangxi would not lie to her child.

"Isn't it because you like it?"

"I did like it a little, but as the days went by, that liking slowly settled and became more than just liking."

"What is that?"

"If there is an afterlife, I would still want to spend my life with him."

Xuebao doesn't understand the relationship between his parents, but he wants to find a husband like his father.

Is Fang Shuqi really that kind of person?

Not like.

At the same time, in a private room of a restaurant.

Yang Tongchuan and Fang Shuqi sat facing each other on opposite sides of the dining table.

Neither of them touched the food on the table.

"This is the shop's signboard. Yang Yucheng, try it and see if it sounds right."

"I dare not accept such an honor. Commandant Fang has invited me to a banquet. May I ask what brings you here?" Yang Tongchuan did not drink the wine in front of him.

"This junior simply wanted to ask, what's your current thought about the matter that Prison Magistrate Yang mentioned in his previous reply, which was pending?"