The Marquis's line has ended? The pregnant maid is pregnant again!

"Madam, the sun is really strong. Why don't you... go back and rest?"

While fanning the old lady, Granny Kang tried to persuade her.

The old lady's gaze fell on Shen Qinghe behind the jade beaded curtain: "Go, add a copper fan for Qinghe, so she can stay cool and not suffer like this girl."

"Yes, the old lady treats her very well. No wonder this girl is so devoted to the old lady that she has even neglected the young marquis."

As she gave instructions to the maids, Kang Mama spoke.

The old lady smiled and shook her head. This girl is quite shrewd; who knows who might overlook whom?

"Madam, this milk, grape, and coconut sugar syrup is indeed excellent. Would you like someone to send some to the young marquis?"

"Granny Kang asked."

"No need, he's probably already eaten."

Just as the old lady finished speaking, a servant ran in to report, "Old Madam, the young marquis has arrived and is heading towards Yuhe Hall!"

The old lady raised her eyebrows in surprise. She knew that Shen Qinghe was playing hard to get, but she didn't expect her grandson to arrive so quickly.

The old lady was just the right amount of tired: "Alright, since Jihan is here, then... let Jihan teach Qinghe, I'm exhausted too."

After saying that, she let Granny Kang help her into the back room to rest.

When Lu Jihan entered, only Shen Qinghe, who was copying Buddhist scriptures, remained in the front hall of Yuhe Hall.

He had been watching from a distance for a long time and found that Shen Qinghe seemed to be engrossed in copying Buddhist scriptures, completely unaware of his arrival.

Lu Jihan flicked his sleeve and walked over, his footsteps making a lot of noise.

Soon, Shen Qinghe looked up and noticed his arrival. She stood up and bowed, saying, "Young Marquis."

Lu Jihan covered his mouth and coughed lightly, pretending to ask something else, while his gaze fell elsewhere:

"Where is Grandma?"

"This servant does not know. The old lady must have been tired and went to rest in the inner room."

After Shen Qinghe finished speaking, she looked at him with her big eyes and asked, "Is there anything else, Young Master Marquis?"

Lu Jihan was speechless at the question, unsure of what to say. He opened his mouth and stammered, "It's nothing, you can keep copying."

"Ah, okay."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe sat down again to copy the Buddhist scriptures, not even sparing Lu Jihan a glance.

Lu Jihan was left standing there, so embarrassed that he covered his mouth and coughed.

One, two, three… When she heard Lu Jihan cough for the third time, Shen Qinghe barely managed to suppress her laughter. As if she had finally remembered that there was still him, she stood up and looked at him, asking:

"This servant doesn't know how to write several characters. Young Marquis, would you be so kind as to teach me?"

When the little girl spoke, her big eyes blinked like stars, full of earnestness.

"This..." Lu Jihan paused deliberately for a moment, then saw Shen Qinghe lower her head in disappointment, looking as if she was about to cry, and immediately agreed:

"Alright, alright, I'll teach you."

Lu Jihan strode up behind Shen Qinghe, took a sheep-hair brush from the brush holder, and placed it in Shen Qinghe's hand, his own hand holding it above hers.

"Don't cry, anything is fine."

As he spoke, Lu Jihan picked up a pen and was about to guide Shen Qinghe's hand to write.

Unexpectedly, the person in my arms moved.

Shen Qinghe grabbed his arm and gently pulled her close from behind, then proactively placed her warm, soft hand into his.

Lu Jihan's broad and tall frame completely covered Shen Qinghe in his arms, making her appear slender and petite, as if he completely possessed her from behind.

She tilted her head, her voice soft and alluring: "If you're going to teach, you should at least look like you're teaching well, don't you think?"

The girl's warm breath brushed against Lu Jihan's neck, sending a tingling, ticklish sensation through him. He felt his throat go dry and, as if possessed, didn't let go of her hand.

Shen Qinghe noticed the man's stiff body behind her and knew she had achieved her goal. Just as she was feeling smug, she heard the man's low, husky, and magnetic voice in her ear—

"Then you should study hard. I never teach stupid students."

His voice was so pleasant to hear, and he was so close to her ear that Shen Qinghe couldn't help but flinch when his hot breath hit her.

As Lu Jihan wrote, his calloused fingertips would intentionally or unintentionally rub against the back of her hand, causing a slight itch.

Looking down, one could see his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles, and slightly protruding veins beneath the thin skin.

Shen Qinghe couldn't help but swallow, feeling a little tempted by him.

Tsk.

This man is really something else.

Just wait a few more days, and she'll be able to eat something hot again.

For a full hour, Shen Qinghe's mind was not on her writing, nor was Lu Jihan's mind on teaching her students.

It was only after Lin Feng barged in and reminded Lu Jihan that he had official business to attend to and should leave that Lu Jihan took the initiative to leave.

This situation lasted for more than ten days.

Lately, Shen Qinghe has been preparing food, sending one portion to Lu Jihan through the kitchen staff, and taking the other portion to the old lady's courtyard to copy Buddhist scriptures.

After lunch, Lu Jihan would always visit the old lady at Yuhe Hall during his lunch break.

Sometimes the old lady was already resting, and sometimes she was about to rest. In the end, only Lu Jihan and Shen Qinghe were left.

Shen Qinghe would occasionally deliberately find a few complicated words so that Lu Jihan could come and teach them.

Sometimes Shen Qinghe would remain silent, quietly copying Buddhist scriptures, while Lu Jihan would also find a book and lean against the couch to read it.

No one spoke, yet they could stay together for an hour or two.

Until this day, half a month later, Qing'er woke Shen Qinghe up early in the morning with breakfast:

"Sister! The kitchen said they received some fresh watermelon and lots of other good ingredients today. They're asking what you're going to cook?"

"Go tell the kitchen that I'm not feeling well today and won't be making any food."

Shen Qinghe was eating breakfast when she started lying as soon as she opened her eyes.

"Ah...what about the young marquis?" Qing'er asked worriedly, "What if he..."

"Sometimes seeing each other too much can get tiresome," Shen Qinghe said calmly. "It's actually more effective to avoid each other occasionally."

It's impossible for Lu Jihan to truly like her in just over ten days. Shen Qinghe is betting on two words—habit.

Habits become second nature, and when those habits are suddenly broken, everyone will feel uncomfortable.

Shen Qinghe rested for two days in a row, without cooking or going to the old lady's courtyard, and there was no movement from Lu Jihan's side.

Until the night of the third day.

Just as Shen Qinghe sat down on the bed, a strange noise suddenly came from the courtyard, as if someone was kicking the door.

Startled, she sat up straight, quickly recovered, and stood up. In her haste, she grabbed the candlestick on the table and carefully walked to the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door was opened from the outside.

In the darkness, a handsome face stained with blood appeared before her.

Shen Qinghe froze in shock, exclaiming, "Young Master Marquis?!"