Even now, Xiao Yishan still pined for her.
“Leave!” Xiao Qinghe said with a cold face, “Qingyue will not marry you.”
“Whether she marries me or not, you don’t get a say,” Li Gui looked around the Xiao Family’s courtyard.
The Xiao Family’s courtyard had once stood unfurnished after its construction, an empty space he had seen with his own eyes.
Seeing the furniture in the kitchen and living room now, it did seem much more impressive.
“Su Qingyue, are you there!” Li Gui called out when no one mentioned her whereabouts, having learned that Su Qingyue had not yet left the Xiao Family, he shouted again, “Su Qingyue, are you here or not?”
“Young Master Li, please stop shouting,” Li Rong’er, realizing the man before her was uninterested in her and determined to set her heart on Xiao Yishan, said, “The second young Master is still resting in the side room.”
Li Gui said mockingly, “The Xiao Family’s present state is all thanks to Su Qingyue. Now that she’s taken back the remaining taels, even with a hundred acres of farmland, what Xiao Yishan gets is only 33 acres, barely enough to make him a wealthy farmer, how does that qualify him as a young Master?”
Li Rong’er couldn’t refute, “In my heart, he is the second young Master.”
Xiao Yishan, his face pale, leaned on the doorframe as he came out, “Li Gui, what are you making a fuss about in my home!”
“Second young Master, why did you get up?” Li Rong’er hurried over to support him.
Xiao Yishan’s appreciation for Rong’er’s thoughtfulness grew stronger, “It’s also time for dinner, my injury isn’t too severe, so naturally, I had to get up.”
Li Gui saw his ashen face, imposing build, a bit frightening, and held back from calling further, “Xiao Yishan, call for Su Qingyue.”
“You think if you say ‘call’, I’ll just call? Who do you think you are?” he snorted coldly.
Li Gui wasn’t annoyed, “If she won’t come out, I’ll just wait for her in the yard.”
“Get out!” Xiao Yishan barked coldly.
Li Gui stood his ground in the yard.
Xiao Yishan meant to drive him away, reaching out to push him but suddenly pulled back in pain from his wound, causing Li Rong’er to rush over with a panicked expression to support him, “Second young Master, you’re injured, don’t get worked up…”
In one of the Xiao Family’s side rooms, Su Qingyue had just woken up to find Xiao Yuchuan’s hands wrapped around her waist and his bright eyes intently gazing at her face.
She looked deep into his luminous and dark eyes, noticing they were filled with profound indulgence and a love that seemed to melt her heart.
“Wife, are you awake?” His voice was slightly hoarse as he tightened his arms around her, pulling her closely into his embrace, “I’m glad you didn’t leave me. Otherwise, I’d die to show you.”
Her face fell, “A big man like you should stop resorting to death threats.”
“I don’t do that,” he protested sulkily.
“You must never drink poison or harm yourself in any way again. It’s a detestable act. If a person doesn’t cherish themselves, how can they expect others to cherish them?”
He nodded as if she made sense, “I understand.” In truth, he knew this well—it was one thing for his wife to want him dead, he accepted it without complaint. But the poison he had taken himself was indeed ‘problematic.’
Looking at her delicate features, he said earnestly, “Wife, you promised me, you won’t leave me anymore.”
He reached out and touched her little head, using his palm to nod her head for her, “You nodded, that means you agree.”
She rolled her eyes, “Childish.”
He hugged her tightly, delighted, “Anyway, my dear won’t leave me. Childishness doesn’t matter.” He buried his nose in the crook of her neck and inhaled lightly, “Wife, you smell so good… I really want to… with you.”