Marrying Salted Fish

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Chapter 14

After Lin Qingyu obtained half of the housekeeper's power, people came to see him in an endless stream every day.

The news of Shaojun poisoning people spread in the mansion, and everyone understood what a "vicious beauty" was, and looked at Shaojun with awe. From the monthly allowance in the mansion to what flowers to plant in the yard, they had to report to Shaojun and did not dare to make decisions on their own.

Lin Qingyu was annoyed. He had never been interested in the affairs of the mansion. Small matters like what flowers to plant and what midnight snacks to prepare for each room could be left to Pan to decide. As for other important matters, it would be a good thing if he could handle them in his own hands.

Lin Qingyu found someone lying on a rocking chair, closing his eyes and listening to the rain, and ordered: "Find a few more trustworthy managers to handle the government affairs together."

Lu Wancheng opened his eyes and teased, "Oh? I remember you didn't seem to agree with this approach at first - 'You can't always rely on others for everything. When you are too lazy to eat, sleep, or get married and have children, do you also want others to take care of you?'"

Lin Qingyu paused and said calmly: "This is a different time.

Lu Wancheng smiled and said, "That's easy. I'll write another letter to my grandfather."

Lin Qingyu nodded: "Write."

"Then help me grind the ink."

Lu Wancheng made a joke, thinking that he would be rejected mercilessly by Lin Qingyu again. Unexpectedly, Lin Qingyu just hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."

Lu Wancheng was immediately flattered.

In the study, Lu Wancheng stood in front of the window sill, holding a pen in his hand; Lin Qingyu stood quietly on the side, grinding ink for him personally.

The scent of ink was strong, but Lu Wancheng could still detect the light medicinal scent on Lin Qingyu's body, and couldn't help wondering when his nose became so sensitive.

It rains a lot in spring, and it hasn't stopped raining for a few days. Outside the window, the spring rain is drizzling, drifting and misty, like a lingering thread of love.

Lu Wancheng wrote very slowly, and he didn't seem to write often, but his handwriting was very good. The letter was a private thing, so Lin Qingyu didn't read it deliberately, but just glanced at it casually.

It is said that a person's handwriting reflects his personality. Lu Wancheng's handwriting is vigorous, flowing like clouds and water, free and fluent, and it is hard to imagine that it was written by a person who has been ill for a long time.

After writing a few sentences, Lu Wancheng began to feel lazy: "Ah, my hands are so sore, I'm so tired."

Lin Qingyu said: "You can sit down and write."

"That won't do. There's nothing elegant about sitting down and writing."

Lin Qingyu: “…”

Huan Tong came in to deliver snacks. When he saw the young marquis writing, he was quite frightened by the scene of his young master "adding fragrance with clean sleeves". It took him a long time to remember what he came for: "Young master, a box of plum blossom cakes was delivered from the kitchen."

Lin Qingyu said: "Leave it alone."

Huan Tong put the plum blossom cake on the table and saw Lu Wancheng's handwriting. She was surprised and said, "Young Marquis is so lazy, but his handwriting is so beautiful!"