Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

Su Fu

Qin Shi'an stood at the entrance of the Su residence, carrying a gift box, with a perfectly appropriate smile on his face.

Two jars of Daughter's Red wine, tied with red silk, were visible at the top of the gift box, and they looked quite expensive.

"Please inform Lord Su that Qin Shi'an of Qin's Grain Store has come to offer his congratulations."

He took out a ten-tael silver ingot and quietly slipped it to the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper accepted it with a broad smile, then jogged off to go inside and announce its arrival.

He soon returned and respectfully led Qin Shi'an inside.

"My husband is saying that we should invite Boss Qin over for a drink."

When Su Wenbin saw him in the flower hall, his eyes lit up when they fell on the two jars of Daughter's Red wine.

"Boss Qin is so thoughtful, I love this taste."

"Since you are a new official, it is only right that I show you respect."

Qin Shi'an put down the gift box and then took out a stack of silver notes and pushed them over.

"I hope you will take good care of me in the procurement of military rations in the future."

Su Wenbin squeezed the thickness of the banknote, his smile becoming even more amiable.

"No problem, no problem. We're all family, who else would we take care of if not you?"

In the past, Qin Shi'an would not have paid attention, but now, listening to him, he suddenly felt that there was something inexplicable in his words.

The servants quickly brought over several dishes of snacks to accompany the wine, and the maidservant filled the wine cups and then left.

Su Wenbin picked up the wine glass and shoved it into Qin Shi'an's hand.

"Come on, let's have a few drinks!"

The two clinked glasses and drank together. After a few rounds of drinks, Su Wenbin's tongue began to slur and he started talking more.

He kept repeating to himself, "With me here, the Qin family's business is bound to succeed."

Qin Shi'an smiled ingratiatingly, but he knew exactly what was going on in his mind.

On the rooftop, Xiao Fang listened intently to the commotion in the flower hall, and whispered to Yun Shuyao, who was clinging tightly to his sleeve beside him:

"They're having a great time drinking inside, let's go."

Yun Shuyao nodded, and he pulled her around the waist as they flew across the rooftop.

After landing, I tried to be as quiet as possible and followed him toward the study in the backyard.

Xiao Fang had excellent hearing and could tell from a distance that no one was around the study. He deliberately slowed down his movements when he opened the door, making almost no sound.

"Come in."

He stepped aside to let Yun Shuyao step in first, then closed the door behind him.

There were no lights in the study, only moonlight streaming in through the window, illuminating the shelves full of books and the account books on the desk.

Xiao Fang walked to the desk and ran his fingertips over the cover of the account book.

"You look at the accounts, I'll check the corners."

Yun Shuyao responded and picked up the top purchase record to look through it.

As each item was checked, the quantity, quality, and storage time of the military rations were clearly recorded, and no errors could be found.

"How is it?"

After checking the hidden compartment behind the bookshelf, Xiao Fang came over and asked.

"There's nothing wrong with the surface."

Yun Shuyao frowned, her fingertip pausing on the line "3,000 shi of new rice".

"This batch of grain should be supplied by my uncle."

Xiao Fang picked up another ledger, turned to the page on "Grain Purchases," and his gaze sharpened.

"Look at this."

Yun Shuyao leaned closer and saw that it read, "Three thousand bushels of aged rice, not yet stored."

The date was the same day the new grain was purchased.

"An equal amount of old rice..."

Her heart skipped a beat.

"It goes without saying why they bought so much old rice."

Xiao Fang didn't speak, his gaze falling on a discarded piece of letter paper on the corner of the desk.

There were a few lines of writing that Su Wenbin had casually scribbled on it. He stared at them for a moment, then silently looked away.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the courtyard, accompanied by a conversation between two servants.

"I think I heard some noise from the study just now?"

"You must have misheard. The adults are drinking in the main hall. Who would dare come here?"

"Let's take a look. The adults have instructed that no one should be allowed near the study."

The footsteps grew closer, and the door creaked open.

Two servants came in carrying lanterns, their light sweeping across the bookshelves and desks.

Xiao Fang had already pulled Yun Shuyao up onto the roof beam.

The roof beams were narrow and high, and Yun Shuyao didn't dare to look down at all.

She gripped Xiao Fang's clothes tightly with both hands, completely holding her breath.

The light from the lantern swept past their feet, and the two men on the beam were pressed completely together.

Yun Shuyao could clearly smell the faint scent of cypress on Xiao Fang's body, mixed with the man's warm breath, all spraying onto her neck.

"Nobody's here. I told you you must have misheard."

"Maybe it's because you're too nervous... Let's go, let's go, let's rest after we finish this round."

The servants closed the door and left, their footsteps fading into the distance.

Xiao Fang waited for a while, listening to the footsteps getting farther and farther away, before he gently landed with Yun Shuyao in his arms.

Yun Shuyao felt her cheeks burning and took a step back, trying to create some distance.

But Xiao Fang suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.

"They've withdrawn."

Without saying much, he opened the study door and leaped onto the roof.

With a few leaps, he tumbled out of the Su residence.

Xiao Fang whistled, as if to inform Qin Shi'an.

Once on the street, he looked around.

"Walking on the main road at this time would be too conspicuous."

Before Yun Shuyao could react, he bent down, picked her up, and leaped onto the roof of the building next to him.

"you……"

Yun Shuyao was startled and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hurry up."

Xiao Fang's voice came from above, carrying an undeniable calmness.

His toes lightly touched the eaves repeatedly, his figure gliding across the rooftops like a bird, the wind whistling in his ears.

Yun Shuyao kept her head down, not daring to look at her feet, but she still felt that his embrace was very stable.

In a short while, they arrived at the backyard of the outer residence.

Xiao Fang landed gently, and when he released his grip, Yun Shuyao staggered before regaining her balance.

Thank you.

She whispered, avoiding his gaze.

As soon as Xiao Fang landed in the courtyard, he went into Yun Shuyao's bedroom as if he knew the way well.

Yun Shuyao didn't stand on ceremony and immediately followed them inside. The candlelight in the bedroom was relit, illuminating the solemn faces of the two of them.

"The military ration accounts are kept too clean."

Yun Shuyao spoke first, tapping her fingertips lightly on the table.

"The time of entry into the warehouse, the quality, the quantity, and even the signature of the inspector were all flawless, which clearly indicates that they were well prepared in advance."

She had managed the household affairs for many years and had seen at least eighty or a hundred false accounts.

But Su Wenbin's approach was so flawless that she couldn't find a single flaw, which was strange in itself.

Xiao Fang nodded, his face equally solemn.

"To make the accounts so perfectly legitimate, there must be someone guiding you behind the scenes."

Moreover, there's almost nowhere to start if you want to catch them in the act.

The room fell silent. After a moment of eye contact, the two uttered two words almost simultaneously.

"Old grain."

As soon as they finished speaking, they both laughed, a rare moment of relaxation after days of silence.

"Looks like we're thinking the same thing."

"Three thousand bushels of aged rice could not have vanished into thin air. Since it was not stored, it must be somewhere else."

Xiao Fang's tone was no longer so tense.

"I have a way to find this batch of grain."

Yun Shuyao's smile faded, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"I have several vacant shops under my name. Tomorrow, I'll have them converted into grain shops and spread the word that I'm buying up old grain."

She paused, then added.

"Every industry has its own ways of doing things, and news spreads very quickly."

Moreover, there are few shops that buy old grain. As long as we offer a high enough price, grain merchants who can sell large quantities of old rice will inevitably flock to us.

"I'll have someone cooperate with you."

Xiao Fang immediately responded.

"Once I get in touch with those suspicious grain merchants, I'll have people keep an eye on their movements and see who has dealings with the Su family."

With clear division of labor and a clear direction, the atmosphere in the bedroom finally became more relaxed.

As night deepened, Xiao Fang rose to take his leave.

As he walked to the window, he seemed to remember something, turned around, took out a plain cloth bag from his pocket, and gently placed it on the table.

"Here, take this."

Without saying much, he jumped out of the window as fast as the wind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yun Shuyao walked to the table and picked up the cloth bag. It was soft to the touch and still warm to the touch.

She untied the knot, revealing a dress underneath, made of the finest brocade, which shimmered in the candlelight, its color exactly the same as the first dress he had given her.

The style is just more streamlined, unlike the typical style for young ladies in their boudoirs; it seems to be designed for ease of movement.

Her fingertips brushed against the fabric, and her heart inexplicably quickened.

The image of him holding me as he flew away, his strong arms and steady, powerful heartbeat, kept flashing through my mind.

Zhenguo Duke's Mansion

After their lovemaking, Aunt Feng leaned softly against Yun Chongshan's chest.

She traced circles on his chest with her fingers and said in a coquettish tone:

"My lord, you must stand up for me! Today, as you instructed, I sent two old women to teach the young lady manners."

As a result, the person was beaten half to death and brought back.

"Young Miss, you're not just beating those two old women, you're slapping Master's face!"