Li Wuyu continued, "Also, don’t forget to send a cook and maidservants to the house; I need people to attend to me."
Wang Youbao: "...I’ll arrange it as soon as I return."
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Youbao asked, "Does Miss Li have any other matters?"
"Then I’ll take my leave," said Wang Youbao, as he turned to depart.
But Li Wuyu stared fixedly after him. Even though Wang Youbao had vanished at the doorway, and even though Xiao Changyi had shut the courtyard gate once more, she still stared relentlessly.
An Jing watched Li Wuyu with this expression and sighed, "Why torment yourself..."
Only then did Li Wuyu withdraw her fixed gaze and laughingly said, "Master, didn’t he say he would give whatever any girl asked of him? Then I will ask of him. I might as well bankrupt him!"
An Jing couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Have you turned bitter?"
"Bitter?" Li Wuyu didn’t understand the meaning of the word.
An Jing offered a simple explanation, "It means to turn love into hate."
Li Wuyu chuckled, "It’s not that serious; I’ve always known my feelings were unrequited. Even if he doesn’t like me, even if he despises me, I won’t hate him. It’s just that I feel so uncomfortable inside, I want to vent."
Once again, An Jing sighed, "I really think he likes you but is just unaware—"
Before An Jing could finish her sentence, Li Wuyu cut her off, "Master, let’s not talk about this anymore. You heard him today; he’s with other girls too."
An Jing instantly fell silent.
All of a sudden, Li Wuyu let out a long, heavy sigh, then turned to An Jing with a smile, "Master, I still like him."
"You..." An Jing was so flustered she didn’t know what to say, overcome with mixed emotions.
Li Wuyu continued to smile, even giving An Jing a playful wink, her tone unusually light, "I will keep clinging to him too. After all, I have nothing better to do, plenty of time, don’t you agree?"
Without waiting for An Jing to respond, Li Wuyu went on in an extremely relaxed manner, "Who knows, maybe after being pestered by me time and again, Wood will suddenly come to like me."
An Jing couldn’t bear to see Li Wuyu ; she would rather have Li Wuyu burst into tears than suffer in silence.
Li Wuyu stayed for lunch at An Jing’s before leaving, and with An Jing feeling somewhat tired, Xiao Changyi helped her to lie down on the bed.
"Husband, lie with me for a while," An Jing tugged at the hem of Xiao Changyi’s clothes, her request as lazy as that of a cat.
"Mm," Xiao Changyi nodded, then took off his shoes and outer robe, intending to lie behind An Jing and hold her, but in the end, he lay facing her instead.
"Husband, do you think Wuyu and—"
Before An Jing could finish, Xiao Changyi said, "You just need to focus on taking good care of the baby now, don’t think about anything else, nor interfere."
Upon hearing this, An Jing immediately broke into laughter, "You’re really autocratic."
"I am doing this for your own good," he paused, "and for my own as well."
"If I’m well, you’re well, right?"
An Jingxin felt incredibly sweet inside, watching her husband for a long moment before she slowly said, "Me too. If you’re well, I’m well."
Xiao Changyi didn’t speak, his face devoid of expression, but he leaned in toward An Jingxin and exchanged a shallow yet especially tender and affectionate kiss with her.
May both you and I be well.
With the arrival of March, Xiao Changyi planned to cultivate cotton seedlings under the guidance of An Jing, using what they called a Nutrition Bowl.
But before preparing the Nutrition Bowls, they needed to prepare a fertile seedbed so that the resulting cotton seedlings would be strong.