The Villain in the Quick Travel is My Wife

Chapter 7

Chapter 7.1.7

An Shuting was exhausted from the past few days, and he slept soundly that night, not even noticing when the monks got up and left. He opened the window to find that it had rained for most of the night, as if washing away the dust of the world. The cool air, infused with the freshness of grass and trees, instantly refreshed his mind.

He changed into the clothes laid out on the kang and silently thanked the little monk for his thoughtfulness.

After finishing his morning lessons, the little monk hurried back with a steamed bun clutched in his arms. He had met the donor earlier and felt a sense of responsibility towards him, thinking about him all morning.

When he opened the door and stepped inside, he saw An Shuting awake. The little monk scratched his head and pulled out three fist-sized steamed buns from his arms. "You're finally awake! Let's eat!"

An Shuting turned at the sound of his voice and found the little monk staring at him in disbelief.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room?"

"Huh? How can you not recognize me after just one night, little master?" An Shuting laughed lightly, pressing his forehead in mock exasperation while gesturing toward the bed.

The little monk's gaze shifted to An Shuting's black gown draped over the bedside. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing his slender, strong wrists. His delicate white fingertips cradled a small brown teacup on the table, giving him an inexplicably elegant and gentle demeanor.

"Are you a tall guy?" the little monk asked, touching his round head, slightly dizzy from the unexpected beauty before him. Is this what a tall guy looks like?

An Shuting was undeniably striking-more beautiful than any donor the little monk had ever seen.

If he remembered correctly, the black clothes were originally worn by an old man who sold gouache. After the donor left, he found it troublesome and discarded them in the temple's wing. His senior brother had originally planned to cut them into a few pairs of underwear for the monks. Yet, when the little monk saw An Shuting in that seemingly ordinary old garment, it suddenly felt valuable.

"Yes, it's me. Thank you, young master, for thinking of me," An Shuting said, a smile curling at the corners of his lips as he walked toward the table. His steps resembled the rustling wind, and his scholarly air was dignified and sharp. The loose gown added to his relaxed and unrestrained appearance.

"Oh, um, it's okay," the little monk stammered, still captivated by An Shuting's beauty.

An Shuting ruffled the little monk's bald head, his eyes brightening further. "Little Master, do you know if Mr. Sun has any close friends?"

The little monk, still somewhat dazed by An Shuting's presence, finally came to his senses as he watched him chew on the steamed bun. He thought for a moment but shook his head. "Aren't you Mr. Sun's friend? He usually keeps to himself or is writing poetry and painting with the adults." In reality, they were singing opera and reciting songs, but the master had instructed them to behave solemnly in the temple.

The little monk pouted slightly, his displeasure evident.

An Shuting understood, sensing the underlying feelings. There were certainly places where respectable people could enjoy opera and feasts, yet they had come to a temple. However, the monks in this temple were rather interesting; some made money by treating patients, while others provided leisure activities. It hardly felt like a conventional temple at all.

But looking at the little monk's chubby face and his eyes filled with innocence and kindness, An Shuting felt that this situation wasn't so bad after all.

An Shuting asked again, "Did you deliver medicine to Donor Sun yesterday?"

The little monk nodded eagerly. "Yes! I'll bring you some food first, and I'll send it back later." Then he looked a bit confused. "Do you also want to curry favor with Donor Sun?"

An Shuting tilted his head, perplexed. "???"

The little monk explained, "Those small merchants and scholars can't approach the adults directly, so they go to Mr. Sun indirectly, trying to please him or asking for introductions, or even inquiring about his preferences." He paused, looking at An Shuting. "But you seem different from those people-after all, you're so handsome."

A few days prior, some individuals had used various excuses to visit Mr. Sun. One of them had claimed he was delivering food, and the tall, handsome man had started his conversation in exactly the same way.

An Shuting pondered this revelation. It turned out that this method of approaching someone had already been tried by others. He felt a twinge of discomfort under the little monk's innocent gaze. Clearing his throat softly, he coughed into his fist. "I have something to ask Donor Sun."

The little monk sighed. "Okay then." He shook his head helplessly, his expression a mix of resignation and understanding.

An Shuting couldn't help but feel a mixture of amusement and sympathy at the little monk's helplessness. Just then, the little monk dashed out and quickly returned with a small food box, stuffing it into An Shuting's hands. "Big brother, go quickly! No one has come to see Donor Sun today. You're the first one."

Suddenly, An Shuting felt that his understanding of Sun Yuebai might have been wrong; perhaps he was still a sought-after figure after all.