Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*

Chapter 24

Yue Tongzhou turned around, met Yan Cheng's confused eyes, smiled, and the crane at the end of his eyes seemed to come alive, spreading its wings to fly.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone at the table was spoiled drunk. Yan Cheng supported by the young couple to stand up, staggered and almost fell to the ground and a hand stretched out to support him.

Sandalwood blossomed at the tip of his nose, Yan Cheng felt the soft touch on his arm and took a step back without any trace.

Yue Tongzhou stared blankly at Yan Cheng's leaving hand, lowered his eyes, and smiled, softly told Yan Cheng to be careful on the way back to the mansion, then turned and left the hall to return to his room.

Yan Cheng shook his swollen head, walked out of Yue's mansion, and got into the carriage with the support of the steward behind him.

"Second Master, have some hangover tea."

There was tea on the small table in the carriage, the tea was prepared to be brought from Yan Mansion, half an hour's drive from Yan Mansion to Yue Mansion, the wall of the pot was still warm, and the steward felt that Yan Cheng had married a good wife.

"Um."

Yan Cheng took the teacup from the steward, kissed the rim of the cup with his thin lips, and poured the light blue tea into his mouth.

The tea had a bitter taste of licorice, Yan Cheng raised his head and drank it down in one gulp, rubbing his fingertips lightly on the side of the cup, as if touching the smooth back of Song Jinshu's hand.

"Let's go."

There was a reply from outside the carriage, followed by the sharp sound of the whip whipping through the sky and the frightened neighing of the horse.

Song Jinshu was so sleepy that he fell asleep lying on the bed with all the layers of clothes on, with a warm yellow light between his brows.

Yan Cheng closed the door softly, the wind following through the crack of the door caused the candle to shake, and the shadow on the window also fluttered.

Yan Cheng crept onto the bed and hugged him into his arms.

A good night's sleep.

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The first half of the year's income was earned by Bu Zhuang's order from Mr. Yue. Yan Cheng simply took a leave of absence and stayed at home with Song Jinshu for a few days. The two worked together to plant a sycamore tree in the yard, waiting for the sprouts to sprout in the next spring.

When Yan Cheng was free, a bunch of socialite friends came to the door, all of them sitting in with ivory fans in their hands.

Song Jinshu timidly poured tea for them, and Tao Xueye's inquiring eyes kept on him, Song Jinshu's face turned pale, and he fled back into the room.

When some saw them, they clapped their hands and laughed, and the hall was filled with smog for a while.

Yan Cheng walked in from the side hall frowning, with a sullen expression on his face but not to get angry easily. These people are regular customers of Buzhuang, and several thousand taels of silver a year are entered into their account from these rich young masters, and they can be regarded as the God of Wealth of Buzhuang.

"Second Master Yan has become majestic, he doesn't even remember to come out for a get-together with his brothers after the Chinese New Year."

The young master in the purple robe on the left closed the fan, and tapped the ivory-white fan bones on the palm of his hand a few times, teasing Yan Cheng without malice.