Who would force soone to write back?
Although she thought this way, Qu Fulan still willingly picked up the pen, but she looked at the content first before replying.
She thought it would be a family letter, but it turned out to be written just for her.
Qu Fulan was also a beauty in modern tis, receiving quite a few love letters from childhood to adulthood. Most of the boys’ love letters were rather awkward, the kind that made people want to curl their toes.
But there were also good ones, written with poetic imagery, though unfortunately she felt nothing for the sender, so it didn’t move her.
Now, with this letter in her hands, her heart began to race from the first word.
His handwriting was bold and powerful, with hints of sharpness concealed, understated even in parts where the strokes showed, just like his personality.
Qu Fulan had never known that seeing the writing of soone she liked could cause such a heart palpitation, not to ntion the content.
The letter’s content wasn’t particularly extravagant; it was mostly holy and instructive, advising her to eat and sleep on ti, and not to read ledgers too late, among other things.
Perhaps due to limited ti, he didn’t write much and ntioned that letters were also sent from the elderly lady and the wife, so she shouldn’t feel ntally burdened.
Even in a simple letter, he was thoughtful enough to care that she might face criticism, hence also taking the elderly lady and the first lady’s feelings into account.
In closing, he reminded her to wear a hat when going out and to rember to think of him.
Qu Fulan was initially unsure how to reply, as writing a sappy love letter wasn’t sothing she could do, so in the end, she relayed the situation at ho, saying everything was well and he didn’t need to worry, among other things.
This included her bedti, in response to his concerns.
Finally, she sealed the letter and sent it off.
Qu Fulan took out his letter to reread it several tis before cherishing it.
Before going to bed at night, she couldn’t resist taking another look for peace of mind.
You never really understand the feeling of longing until you experience love.
Qu Fulan was undoubtedly feeling it now.
A bit absent-minded yet sweetly content.
Qu Fulan didn’t lose herself to the point of neglecting her business; she still managed her affairs during the day and handled household matters in the afternoon, only occasionally getting distracted when reviewing ledgers at night.
The night’s darkness may foster feelings of longing and solitude.
And it was only the second day!
She couldn’t help but let her mind wander, worrying about this and that, fretful and uncertain.
How would the days ahead be?
On the third day, the elderly lady took the entire family to Hanshan Poem for a blessing trip, as they did yearly around this ti. With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, the elderly lady also took action.
But the ho couldn’t be left unattended; usually, the second lady stayed behind, but this year, having a daughter-in-law, she could join. Initially, they planned to leave Ren Hua to take care of the house, but Qu Fulan volunteered to stay, thinking it would be harder for Ren Hua to get a chance to go out than her, who could easily go out daily, so she gave Ren the opportunity.
Ren Hua was very grateful, saying she would get a charm for her.
Qu Fulan watched as the main group left; truthfully, she was tied up with business matters outside, with Hao Qiancheng just starting to manage, requiring supervision lest his youth lead him to overlook things.
More importantly, she worried Pei Ji’an might return while she was absent.
On her business outing, Qu Fulan still went to Li Niang’s for tofu skin buns.
Ti is always the best healing dicine, and within days, Li Niang had regained her forr state.
She specifically thanked Qu Fulan for her help; otherwise, she would have faced ridicule and disorder at her shop.
A woman in her thirties still dared to dream... Reflecting on those tis felt like a dream to Li Niang; so dreams are fine to have once.
Qu Fulan didn’t know how to comfort this proprietress; maybe she didn’t need comforting, standing here proved everything.
"Madam’s beauty and kindness are unmatched. Whenever you crave tofu skin buns, just send word, even in the middle of the night, Li Niang will get up to make them for you," Li Niang sincerely thanked Young Lady Pei.
When leaving, she even gave her an extra basket of tofu skin buns.
Qu Fulan accepted it but insisted on paying.
Standing behind, Li Niang felt that Young Lady Pei resembled soone she knew but unfortunately, that person didn’t share Young Lady Pei’s good fortune.
Indeed fortunate, to be loved by soone like the Heir Pei. What else could it be called?
What truly determined Li Niang’s decision was learning of Heir Pei and Young Lady Pei’s identity at the Zhang Family and witnessing Heir Pei’s devotion to his wife.
Heir Pei was renowned, even soone like Li Niang had heard of him; she knew his wife was an orphan without support, yet she received such deep affection from him.
As a woman, Li Niang naturally envied her. She never dared to dream she’d et soone like Heir Pei. She just hoped Zhang Fengsheng would persuade his parents to accept her, or resist for her. Then she’d willingly serve them all her life, working without complaint.
But he succumbed to pressure and married another; Li Niang didn’t bla him, for she had her choices too.
They were destined to have fate without relationship.
A woman past thirty still experiencing emotional impulse was worthwhile.
If not blessed like Young Lady Pei, at least there’s self-sufficiency, right? Certainly.
Qu Fulan didn’t know she beca an object of envy, a key to other’s resolutions. Even if she did, she couldn’t change anything.
It wasn’t her place to live well then stand at the peak of happiness, guiding others; she lacked such authority.
If Li Niang hadn’t seen Heir Pei’s couple’s affection, maybe she could convince herself to compromise as a concubine, but over ti, those feelings would assuredly change.
On this day, Qu Fulan sat in her room reviewing ledgers but felt restless and couldn’t focus, resting her cheek in her hand, daydreaming.
The four maidservants beside her joyfully joked, "Young Madam is daydreaming again. She does this several tis a day, nearly enchanted."
"Young Madam’s thoughts are with Young Master Pei. Maybe only his return can cure her condition."
"Gossiping about the master within earshot, are you mad?"
"Don’t worry. Young Madam’s heart and eyes are occupied with Young Master Pei; she can’t hear us."
As they spoke, soone outside said, "Young Madam, Young Master Pei has returned!"
Qu Fulan froze, then forgot to put on her shoes as she jumped off the couch, running outside in a hurry. Just steps from the door, she saw Pei Ji’an already entering the courtyard. They caught sight of each other, stopping in their tracks, eyes eting.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, leaving Qu Fulan filled with joy, unsure where to begin, only staring at him.
Pei Ji’an’s gaze also fell on her, examining closely. Though separated just a few days, she seed even more radiant. His eyes ultimately landed on her bare feet—a pair of delicate and alabaster-white ones, as dazzling and translucent as jade, making one want to bite.
Pei Ji’an’s Adam’s apple moved slightly before he took several strides forward, and under watchful eyes, he wrapped his arms around Qu Fulan’s waist, lifting her up and taking her inside.
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