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

Olaf was startled when he got into the carriage.

"Why is your face so pale?" Xuebao noticed that Fang Shuqi's complexion was very bad.

"I drank a bit too much yesterday, and I'm still not sober this morning." This time, Fang Shuqi wasn't faking it; his face was genuinely pale from the alcohol.

"My dad said that alcohol is something to be consumed in moderation. You can't overindulge, or it will harm your health. You should be careful too," Xuebao kindly reminded her.

"Okay, I'll try to drink less in the future."

Fang Shuqi thought to himself that this was not a matter he could decide.

"Have you written any new stories lately?" Fang Shuqi sat in the innermost part of the carriage, finding a comfortable spot to lean back.

"No, the whole family has been busy with Xiaofeng's wedding lately, and I can't concentrate at all." After Xuebao finished speaking, she saw Fang Shuqi's brows furrow, and he looked very uncomfortable.

"Are you feeling unwell? How about we go another day? You should go back and rest first." Although Xuebao wanted to go out and have fun, she didn't need Fang Shuqi to risk his life to accompany her like this.

"I'm not feeling unwell, I just haven't recovered yet, it's okay."

"Why do you always say it's okay, as if nothing is a problem for you?"

"Are you feeling sorry for me?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I just think you don't need to do this." Xuebao couldn't understand Fang Shuqi.

"Yang Yucheng and your husband have taken good care of you. They've never made you fight for what you wanted since you were little. So it's normal that you don't understand, and that's good. You don't need to understand in the future." Fang Shuqi was willing to take over this task from Yang Tongchuan and continue to protect Xuebao.

Olaf was truly a child who grew up in a sweet environment; his eyes were clear and innocent.

Just like when Fang Shuqi first saw Xuebao as a child, he knew that this little guy was different from them.

Xuebao is like a piece of candied fruit that you hold in your mouth after drinking Chinese medicine. Fang Shuqi would repeatedly break his own rules for that sweetness.

"Some people are born different from others. You're lucky." Fang Shuqi took a booklet from the carriage to a small box.

"This is the list of stories to be told today. See which one you'd like to hear, and the storyteller will tell it first." This was prepared in advance by Fang Shuqi. With a generous tip, you can hear whatever you want.

Olaf took the book list from the folded booklet, but did not open it.

"Are you trying to say that I'm naive and don't understand human relationships? Then why do you still want to marry me? You know perfectly well that I'm not suitable for you, not suitable for the Fang family, and can't help you at all. Your legal wife should have a better background or a smarter mind."

"Do you all think I should marry a high-ranking concubine's daughter from a family of equal social standing, or just a lucky older legitimate daughter from a powerful family? Yang Chengxue, you want to marry someone you like, and I want to marry someone I like too. Don't forget, I'm a living, breathing person too." Fang Shuqi said helplessly. Everyone around him seemed to understand him well and thought he was an ambitious concubine's son.

They're not wrong, but they're not entirely right either.

"Marry me, and your life won't change much. My stepmother comes from a prestigious family and is extremely strict in managing her household. She disdains setting rules for the younger generation. My aunt is a smart woman and certainly won't be naive. Shuhuan is marrying into a higher social class, and I'm not bad either. Our courtyard is clean and tidy, with nothing messy. Most importantly, I love you."

The last sentence startled Xuebao so much that he leaned back and hit the back of his head on the bike frame with a loud bang.

"Brother Xue, is there something you need from me?" Brother Rui's voice came from outside.

Xuebao took Ruige with her when she went out today.

"It's nothing, I just bumped into it accidentally." Xuebao straightened her posture.

"I had the servant prepare a study for you in the courtyard, right next to mine. The wall between the two rooms has been removed and replaced with a wooden partition. Several large bookshelves have also been installed, so you can put all your favorite stories and books on them." Fang Shuqi talked to himself about the changes in his courtyard, as if Xuebao would be moving in tomorrow.

Xuebao didn't speak to Fang Shuqi again until the carriage stopped.

We arrived at the place where we listened to the storytelling.

Fang Shuqi got off the carriage first and turned to help Xuebao.

Rui didn't give him that chance; he caught Xuebao first.

This store is quite spacious.

Elegant, quiet, even with incense burning.

The two arrived at the first row, which had been reserved in advance, where fruit platters and pastries had already been laid out.

Xuebao glanced at them, and unsurprisingly, they were all things she liked.

Fang Shuqi dismissed the servant and personally poured Xuebao a cup of warm tea.

Have you decided which book to listen to?

"You choose?" Xuebao noticed that quite a few people came to listen to the story today, and some even knew Fang Shuqi and came over to say hello.

When they run into close friends, they'll greet Xuebao.

"How do they know me?" Xuebao asked Fang Shuqi only after the people had gone far away.

"Maybe it's because I know Prisoner Yang," Fang Shuqi lied through his teeth.

In fact, ever since Fang Shuqi was injured last time, and the two of them rode back from the camp together in a carriage, they were seen by the roughnecks in the military camp. Many rumors had already started circulating.

Xuebao is probably the only one unaware that, in the eyes of outsiders, she has already been tacitly chosen by the Fang family.

Xuebao knew Fang Shuqi was joking, but couldn't get any information out of him, so she angrily turned her attention back to the stage.

The story was chosen for him by Fang Shuqi, who selected an old story about chivalrous heroes in the martial arts world.

The storyteller's tales of swords clashing and chivalry unfolded with dramatic flair.

When talking about the thrilling parts, Xuebao unconsciously frowned slightly; when she heard that the hero had escaped danger, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her eyes.

Fang Shuqi peeked from the side, feeling that his hangover was already gone.

After a passage was finished, the gavel struck again, its lingering sound echoing through the hall.

Olaf felt like he hadn't heard enough.

Fang Shuqi asked him softly, "Do you like it?"

"Yes, what the master said is very good."

What would you like to hear next?

"Can we order more?"

"Of course." Fang Shuqi handed the folded book to Xuebao.

The storyteller had gone down to rest, and during the break, a little girl came up to sing and play an instrument.

The folk song was quite good, and some customers had already given tips as a reward.

Seeing that Xuebao had chosen the next storybook, Fang Shuqi took a piece of silver and placed it in front of him.

"Throw it onto the stage."

"It's inappropriate for me to use your money to tip you."

"If I throw it up, it'll be misunderstood; you're the most suitable one to throw it."

"Commander Fang is quite concerned about his reputation." Xuebao picked up the silver ingot and threw it onto the stage with a forceful throw.

With a ding-dong sound.

The woman saw it and bowed her head to express her gratitude to Xuebao and Fang Shuqi's table.

The two ate lunch on the second floor of the restaurant. After lunch, they listened to audiobooks for the entire afternoon, and Xuebao finally had her fill.

On the way back, Fang Shuqi casually asked if they wanted to go somewhere else.

Olaf opened the carriage window and saw that the carriage had just stopped in front of the bookstore.

"You've already parked the car, isn't it a bit fake to ask me these questions now?"

"Wait for me in the car." Fang Shuqi didn't let Xuebao get out of the car; instead, he got out himself and went to the shop.

Soon, the carriage door opened, and Fang Shuqi handed a pencil case to Xuebao.

"I got it back for you, here you go." Fang Shuqi smiled and handed the item over.

Xuebao reached out and took "Wuyuan".

"I'll go back and have my stepmother prepare some gifts and pay her a visit." Fang Shuqi's voice was much lighter, and he sounded a bit like a young man.