Contentment with modest wealth

Chapter 128 Miss Lu
This was the first time Shen Qingzhou had seen Lu Jia so anxious.

She seemed so casual; if I didn't like it, it wouldn't make any difference to her, right?

Her mind was consumed by revenge; even if it wasn't herself, it would most likely be someone else.

However, whatever she thinks is her business; as far as Shen Qingzhou is concerned, he has never been unhappy about it from beginning to end.

He was Shen Qingzhou, who, since the age of eight, after his mother was indirectly killed, had been dragging his ailing body and gritting his teeth to support the vast Shen family.

No one can force him.

He said, "I do."

Lu Jia's tense body instantly relaxed.

She smiled again: "That's good. That's good."

Whether it was just comforting herself or not—it must be—he's always been so good to her, he probably didn't want her to feel uneasy, so he was just trying to reassure her. Anyway, whether it was true or not, she'd just assume it was.

She curled her fingers slightly, then suddenly raised them quickly, hooked them around his neck, hugged him, and then released him in the blink of an eye.

"Thank you very much."

After saying that, she didn't linger. With her flushed face, she turned around and went back to the bedside. She quickly took off her cloak and lay down in bed fully clothed.

Even though she had known Qin Zhou for so long, she had never thought about the strict separation between men and women, but she still maintained a sense of propriety and did not overstep any boundaries.

Her turbulent emotions had made her forget etiquette and how frivolous her behavior had been.

The pounding in my chest had long since suppressed the rules, and the rest of my strength was used to restrain myself and maintain a semblance of decorum.

She didn't want him to think she was a clingy person, and she also hoped that she could appear more carefree.

She quietly returned to normal, but Shen Qingzhou was already engulfed in flames.

The moment she pressed against him, his blood froze. She moved so fast and retreated so fast that he had no time to react. He only remembered that in that brief instant, her cheek hurriedly touched his, and it was like a spark falling into a pot of boiling oil, instantly setting him ablaze.

Shen Qingzhou had encountered many dangerous situations and had his life hanging by a thread several times, but none were as uncontrollable as this moment.

No matter how composed he appeared, he still turned into a rock in place, thanks to the backlight.

His backlit position prevented him from revealing his predicament, but it also allowed him to see all of Lu Jia's actions.

She was covered with a blanket, her face slightly turned to this side, her eyes reflecting the light, as docile as a quiet cat.

A surge of emotions welled up in his chest, propelling Shen Qingzhou forward. A thousand voices in his heart were urging him to "leave," but he only stopped when he reached the bedside.

He can't leave.

How could he possibly leave after he's like this?

He swallowed hard and sat down on the edge of the bed.

As he approached, Lu Jia's body tensed up involuntarily.

The light illuminated his profile, making his high nose bridge and sharp eyebrows even more prominent.

After spending several months in Shawan, not only was his face no longer too thin, but his body also became stronger.

She gently pulled up the silk quilt to cover the burning lower half of her face.

But the eyes that are exposed look more like ripples on water.

Shen Qingzhou took her outermost hand; her soft palm was only slightly larger than his. He squeezed it gently, then quickly placed it under the silk quilt, tucked it in, and stood up.

"Go to sleep."

He turned around and walked out.

A gust of cold wind rushed in as the door opened, like a peeping tom caught red-handed. He turned and closed the door, and everything fell silent again.

Lu Jia gazed at the lights that had returned to calm, let out a silent sigh, then pressed her palms to her cheeks, turned over, and closed her eyes.

Shen Qingzhou stopped under the eaves, looked at the moon in the sky, and sat down against a pillar.

It was cold, but not that cold.

……

The Yan family moved very quickly. In just half a month, the marriage proposal was made, the betrothal gifts were exchanged, the engagement was settled, and the wedding date was set. Next, everyone started preparing.

Lu Ying noticed that Jiang Shi, who had previously opposed the marriage, had become quiet. In fact, one could say her attitude had completely changed.

Because she not only cooperated fully with every aspect of the wedding arrangements, but also had the leisure to host banquets for the wives and daughters of officials, she seemed to have become someone who had approved of the marriage from beginning to end overnight.

In the afternoon, Madam Jiang came to check on the progress of the embroidery of the wedding dress. Lu Ying glanced at her several times and said, "Mother has been in a good mood lately. But has she given up on other ideas because she knows there's no other way?"

Jiang casually inspected the embroidery: "How do you know I have no other ideas?"

Lu Ying smiled and continued to use the needle.

After watching her intently embroidering for a moment, Madam Jiang lowered her veil and went out. Just then, Granny Du, who was waiting outside, came to greet her. Madam Jiang said, "Send someone to Jizhou to urge them on. Guo Lu has been gone for some time now, and he should have sent a letter back by now. Once he arrives, we'll need to train him for a while."

“Madam is being too hasty,” Du Mama said, lowering her voice just right. “The eldest young lady has been away from the manor for over ten years, so it would be easy to train her. This old servant thinks it is more important to find a suitable person.”

Jiang did not comment.

Looking up, she saw Lu Jie and Yang Bonong hurrying through the front corridor toward the study. Just as she was about to follow them, a servant came in with a letter from the other side of the courtyard: "Madam, someone has delivered a letter and asked me to present it to you."

Granny Du reached out and took it, tore it open, and handed it to Madam Jiang.

Jiang glanced at it twice, and her tense expression immediately melted away: "They're from Jizhou."

Upon hearing this, Granny Du was also moved: "Then it seems to be good news."

Jiang's thin lips curled up: "Over the years, in the search for her, the manor has discovered quite a few people who seem to be the same but are not."

“We know where these people are. If we go and find them now, wouldn't that be a piece of cake?”

At this point, she frowned again.

"But this handwriting doesn't look like Guo Lu's."

After reading it several times, she called back the servant who had delivered the letter: "Who sent this? Where is he?"

"Reporting to Madam, it was delivered by the post station staff."

When Jiang looked at the envelope again, he indeed saw a stamp.

Granny Du said, "This matter is so confidential that even Ying'er hasn't been told by Madam. There can't be anything suspicious, right? Could it be that Young Master asked someone to write it for him at the last minute?"

Chiang Kai-shek was well aware of the situation; such confidential information could not possibly be leaked.

With that, she relaxed, put the letter away, and said, "As soon as she arrives, take her over and give her an explanation."

"One month later, we will welcome back the missing Miss Lu."

Towards the end, a hint of sarcasm appeared on her face.

"Madam is brilliant." Du Mama raised her cloudy eyes. "She has found the eldest daughter who has been missing for ten years for the master. The master should also remember Madam's kindness."

Jiang stopped under the osmanthus tree, sighed deeply, and raised an eyebrow: "Isn't that how it should be?"

The title seems to be a duplicate of a previous one, but I can't change it now ≧≦