Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

Old Ye came to tell the siblings that a school had been found and they could go to complete the enrollment procedures tomorrow.

Upon hearing this news, Lu Mingshi, feeling as if he had suffered from intermittent mental illness, writhed on the bed like a maggot making its last struggle, as if he had lost his freedom.

That wasn't enough; it then ran out and crawled in the shadows on the grass in the flower garden.

He really doesn't like going to school.

But for their grand plan to make money, they have no choice but to go to school.

Let him have his moment of madness.

Anyway, he didn't have many opportunities to go crazy after that.

Lu Luozhi smiled, humming a little tune, and carrying her only backpack, followed by Lao Ye into Ying Yuchuan's place.

That courtyard called Tingyunju

The design is a blend of Chinese and modern styles, with a spacious and bright interior. Upon entering, you'll find a small living room with a modern design. There's a full-length window facing the courtyard, and once you open that window, you can see all the green plants, flowers, and trees in the yard, creating a very comfortable and pleasant atmosphere.

To the left of the living room are the bedroom, study, walk-in closet, and other spaces arranged rationally and with everything you need, in a quiet environment undisturbed by others.

Ying Yuchuan's room was as serious and composed as he was.

The design is predominantly dark, and the overall style is simple and easy to understand.

It's less simple and more boring.

Before she came in, Old Ye specifically told her not to touch or leave anything lying around. Ying Yuchuan was the kind of person who... well, how should I put it, he would notice even the slightest movement of a pen, and he was extremely meticulous and fussy.

His gaze swept over the two-meter-long bed covered with dark gray sheets, and then over the few furnishings in the room.

She couldn't help but click her tongue inwardly.

It really is.

Everything in his house was arranged neatly and orderly, so much so that it was monotonous and uninteresting.

Like stagnant water that never ripples.

Push open the wooden window next to the desk.

Hey.

The view outside the window surprised her; she realized that he had been sitting in this very spot last night, watching them through the stained-glass window.

Wow, the view from this spot is amazing! No wonder this young master is sitting here. If it were her, she would like it too.

If I sit down in a chair, they probably won't notice.

She shifted her position carefully and sat down in the leather office chair behind the desk.

Tragedy struck at that moment.

Just as she sat down in the office chair, her right hand accidentally bumped into the thermos on the desk.

The lid wasn't screwed on tightly, and there was still some water inside.

Her touch caused the thermos to tip over.

With a clatter, water spilled from the rim of the cup and began to spread across the table.

She was both surprised and anxious.

He hurriedly reached for the box of tissues on the table, grabbed a few sheets, and hastily wiped away the puddle of water.

But it was still too late.

The water stains soaked the bottom book of the stacked books.

She pulled out the book and frantically tried to dry it with a tissue.

But she tragically discovered that the book was mostly soaked.

That's it, that's it.

He clearly told me not to touch anything of his.

Now she not only touched it, but also got his book wet.

Will he get so angry that he throws her out the door?

Lu Luozhi patted her head in self-reproach.

stupid.

Why did you touch other people's things? Now look what happened.

Now that you've gotten it wet, let's see how you explain yourself and how you compensate us.

Looking at the book cover, the title made her gasp in surprise.

Sahara desert

Author: Sanmao

He actually reads Sanmao's books?

This discovery surprised her somewhat.

She flipped through two pages to see if the pages were wet.

As you flip through it, a beautiful little bookmark drifts down onto the table.

I picked it up out of curiosity.

There was a line of neat, girlish handwriting written on it.

Every time I think of you, a grain of sand falls from the sky, and that's how the Sahara came to be. -- A gift to Yuchuan

The signature is: Wan

As if she had discovered his great secret, Lu Luozhi was first shocked, and then hurriedly stuffed the bookmark back into the book.

My heart was pounding.

It was so wild and unrestrained that it sounded like tiny people were drumming inside.

Actually, Ying Yuchuan has someone he likes, right?

But why didn't he say so, and instead wanted to get a marriage certificate with her?

Scratching her head, Lu Luozhi dared not touch anything of his again, quickly closed the window, and left his room.

She held the novel in her hand, intending to dry it with a hairdryer later.

She discovered that the book was a rare, out-of-print copy published twenty years ago, and was difficult to buy even with money.

Squatting under the eaves, she rested her face on her hands in distress.

How should I explain this to Ying Yuchuan?