Azhao mentioned the seventh young lord on several occasions, intentionally or unintentionally. Therefore, Mo Qianxue gradually knew his feelings towards her. Whether she thought too much or not, it'd be better to keep a proper distance.
The seventh young lord was an unconventional handsome guy who never stuck to traditional courtesy and formalities. He must have in his house numerous concubines and lovers. She, as a married village woman, should stay away from him and try to avoid conversations with him that were irrelevant to their business.
Thinking of this, Mo Qianxue replied, "Take your time, lord. I'll take a look at the street scenery."
At the window, after her speech, she stood up and walked to the window which enjoyed a panoramic view of the whole street.
The seventh young lord Su (Su Qi) was surprised at her expression which seemed to push him to thousands of miles away.
He couldn't figure it out, so he closed his pretty peach-blossom eyes and take a nap.
To be frank, he couldn't fully understand this woman.
Since his birth, Su Qi had never been neglected like this. Wherever he went, there would be loads of ladies who came to please him or wanted to marry him. Young madams wished to build connections with his family and girls wanted to climb onto his bed...
However, be it a pretty girl or a noble lady, he always treated them in a teasing or fun-making way and never gave them a friendly look.
Because he already saw clearly their fake love and true purpose, so he never let any of this kind of women get close to him...
It was noon already. Out there on the street, people came and go. Judging only from the flow of visitors, obviously the business of Yingkexuan was less prosperous than that of Baiyunju.
Thinking about it for a while, Mo Qianxue's expression changed slightly. Unexpectedly, within half a month since she came here, the situation had undergone such dramatic change. This seventh yound lord was really a capable person.
She shouldn't look down upon him!
Outside the restaurant, a luxurious carriage stopped by. Out came a young lord in white holding a flute followed by Gao Lang who had argued with her the other day.
It seemed that this young lord must be Xin Yiming. Mo Qianxue's lips moved slightly and sat back to her chair.
Xin Yiming walked in the door and found that there were two of them, shocked indiscernibly, lifting up arms to greet Su Qi, "Lord Su must be in a good mood that you show up here and wait for me. You could just send a message to me."
Su Qi gave him a small smile, "Don't be too polite with me. Don't you remember the other day you invited me to appreciate a sculpture piece that is more breath-taking than those produced by the wooden pieces store? What? You don't welcome me or fear that I can't appreciate it?"
Su Qi displayed a laughing face, but Xin Yiming was a bit stunned. On that day, he had made a preservation here and talked with Su Qi about the sculpture casually. And by then Su Qi just smiled and didn't set an official appointment with him.
Xin Yiming wore a white simple gown, but it was edged with flowery inconspicuous patterns, which made it both expensive and elegant. His manners also suggested his high-ranking family background.
However, though carrying such powerful existence, compared with Su Qi, he was somehow less domineering.
The two men continued to exchange greetings before looking to Mo Qianxue.
Mo Qianxue briefly introduced herself. Su Qi, out of purpose she didn't know, should pretend that he didn't know her and bowed like they met for the first time.
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The Lady's Sickly Husband
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