After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Lin Ling was very unaccustomed to suddenly having such a conspicuous follower behind her.

But this man hid himself very well, only appearing when he was alone.

The key point is that this man is a relative of Zhao Duo's brother-in-law. Knowing this, Lin Ling couldn't say anything harsh to him.

Since he didn't do anything to harm himself anymore, Lin Ling let it go.

Early in the morning, after having breakfast, Lin Ling went to the shop with her small cloth bag on her back.

With fewer orders lately, Lin Ling has had some free time, so she embroiders some of her favorite patterns and puts them in the shop, giving customers more options to choose from.

He had just set up the embroidery frame when a scholar came in.

The scholar was about twenty years old, with a scholarly air about him, and looked very refined.

When Lin Ling saw him, her eyes lit up, and the young man's youthful face flushed slightly.

"Brother Yun, what brings you here today? Don't you need to study?" Lin Ling asked softly.

Fang Yun took out a scroll of painting from his sleeve. "Young Master Lin, this is a new flower painting I painted."

He seemed quite embarrassed, saying, "I am not very talented, and my painting skills are not excellent. Please do not find them lacking."

Lin Ling took the drawing paper, unfolded it, and a cluster of vibrant chrysanthemums appeared vividly on the paper.

If such masterpieces are considered "not exquisite in painting," then there are very few people in this world who can be called exquisite.

Refined people have a fondness for plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums. If these patterns were embroidered on handkerchiefs, they would surely be very popular with young men.

Lin Ling was immediately delighted when she saw the flower painting.

However, he somewhat disagreed, saying, "Brother Yun, you have to go to Beijing for the college entrance examination next year, it's really not appropriate for you to waste your time painting for me."

Fang Yun said, "I am grateful that Young Master Lin has not rejected this painting. It is a blessing that this painting has caught your eye."

He paused, then continued, "It's also my good fortune."

Lin Ling's cheeks flushed red, and she felt like she couldn't speak. "Then, thank you very much, Brother Yun."

Fang Yun smiled at him, the young man's eyes filled with tender affection.

Lin Ling seemed to remember something and hurriedly took a five-tael silver ingot from the counter, intending to hand it to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun retreated repeatedly, saying, "Young Master Lin, I painted for you not for money."

Lin Ling held the silver ingot, feeling ashamed, as if she had insulted the pride of a scholar.

Fang Yun came from a poor family, and studying was already difficult enough, not to mention that he also had to support his sick father.

Life was tough, and they couldn't even afford to buy writing materials.

He not only had to study and learn to write, but also had to do odd jobs everywhere in order to support himself and his stepfather.

This chrysanthemum painting, with its rich colors and bold strokes, clearly shows the effort put into its creation.

Lin Ling knew his situation and usually forced money into his hand, and today was no exception.

"Brother Yun, please take it," Lin Ling said. "Otherwise, I'd really be embarrassed to accept this painting."

Before Fang Yun could say anything, Lin Ling had already stuffed the silver ingot into his hand.

Fang Yun sighed, but did not refuse further. He said, "Young Master Lin, you always treat me with such formality."

Lin Ling suddenly remembered that today was the fifth day of the lunar new year, and Fang Yun's stepfather should have gone to buy medicine.

As he was pondering whether to give more money, he heard Fang Yun say, "Young Master Lin, I still need to go to work at the restaurant, otherwise my father's medicine money... I'll take my leave now."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ling quickly took out another silver ingot from the money box. "Brother Yun, your most important task right now is to study hard for the exam. Take this money and go get your father's medicine quickly."

Fang Yun waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, Young Master Lin, how can this be!"

"I'm just worried about my uncle. This money is for his medical treatment, so you can't refuse."

Fang Yun was deeply moved. After accepting the silver ingot, he cupped his hands to Lin Ling and said, "Young Master Lin, I will never forget your great kindness."

Lin Ling waved her hand, "It's nothing."

He has no trouble selling his embroidery now and has long since achieved financial freedom.

In addition, his father and others were very supportive of him opening the shop, and he could distribute the money he earned as he pleased, so they often helped Fang Yun.

However, Fang Yun was a scholar with strong principles, and even if he encountered any difficulties, he was unwilling to ask him for money.

Lin Ling is soft-hearted; she either secretly sends him money and food, or she forcibly stuffs money into his hands like she is now.

As Fang Yun was leaving, he gave Lin Ling a look that was both restrained and affectionate.

Lin Ling blushed bright red at that glance.

Wu Ren only jumped off the roof beam after Fang Yun had gone far away.

"He says he doesn't want your money, but he's faster than anyone else at taking it." Wu Ren completely looked down on this kind of useless man, so his tone was full of disdain.

Lin Ling explained patiently, "It was something I gave willingly, and he was selling me the painting; it was a transaction."

Wu Ren snatched the drawing from Lin Ling's hand, glanced at it, and sneered, "It's not very well drawn either."

This person didn't look like a meticulous person at all. Lin Ling was afraid that he would ruin the painting. "Give the painting back to me quickly."

Seeing how much he valued the painting, Wu Ren didn't make things difficult for him. "I'm not going to take it from you, here you go."

Lin Ling took the painting back and carefully laid the paper flat.

He couldn't paint, but he could draw simple outlines and transfer flower patterns onto brocade.

Then, following the brushstrokes in the painting, and with Lin Ling's skill, the painting can be embroidered completely.

Seeing that he was serious, Wu Ren didn't disturb him. Instead, he dragged out a wide stool and sat at the door like a door god.

Lin Ling hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

But he didn't dare say anything more, and could only think to himself: This bad guy is blocking his door, which is making the other guys afraid to come in.

As it turns out, Lin Ling was mistaken.

Today was supposed to be a quiet and chilly day, but because the white-haired guy was sitting at the door, more young men came in than usual.

These days, it's nothing new for guys to show their faces in public, and it's not unusual for them to approach a handsome young man and strike up a conversation.

However, Wu Ren was very aloof. No matter what the distinguished customer asked, he would just give a few perfunctory "uh-huh" or "okay".

Those who dare to talk to him are all lively young men who won't get angry even if they lose face.

The young men joked and played around, pushing and shoving each other to decide who would speak to Wu Ren next.

Wu Ren was already quite handsome, with deep-set eyes and brows, making him a dashing young man.

Although he had a full head of white hair, it didn't scare the young men away.

On the contrary, it was precisely because of its uniqueness that it attracted the attention of the young men.

Lin Ling, for one, simply doesn't understand this aesthetic.

Lin Ling didn't know if it was because of her bad first impression, but she always felt that Wu Ren was a bad guy.

Even if peeping at him while he was showering was unintentional, it's a foregone conclusion that he put a knife to his neck, right?

Lin Ling pretended not to hear the cheerful laughter and chatter in the shop, and quietly worked on matching wires and making samples. She was very busy.

His shop was decorated with pearl designs, and a small room was partitioned off behind the counter.

Besides storing things like embroidery thread and fabric, there was also a soft little bed.

If I'm too busy at noon, I can close the door and take a nap.