Judging solely from Xu Qingsong’s attitude, it’s evident that Xu Buhui seemingly can’t accept this affair involving his wife.
Mao Qingzhu, too, is suspected of having an affair with someone from the Xu Family...
"I never expected that behind the brief mention of Qing Jun’s background in the game, there would be such a melodramatic story."
He sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, gazing at the koi leisurely swimming in the pond, lost in thought.
The lingering glow of the sunset cast a long shadow of his figure, tinged with a hint of desolation.
"Master."
A clear and crisp voice sounded from behind him.
Chen Ye turned around, only to see that at some unknown time, Zhiwei had quietly arrived behind him.
The young girl was slender and petite, with long black hair loosely tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, a few strands falling beside her fair cheeks.
Her features were delicate, with soft brows and eyes, and a pair of obsidian-like eyes that remained calm and unruffled.
Her cool aura made her resemble a snow lotus blooming quietly in the secluded valley, untouched by dust.
She silently walked to Chen Ye’s side, took a cushion from the Storage Bag, gently placed it on the stone bench beside her, then patted her lap naturally.
Chen Ye was stunned, somewhat puzzled.
Seeing that he didn’t move, Zhiwei repeated the gesture, her voice calm: "Master, lie down."
This... Chen Ye looked at the little disciple’s expressionless face and her legs, so slender they seemed they might break with a touch, feeling helpless amusement in his heart.
This girl, does she want him to rest his head on her lap?
He, a man over forty, resting on the lap of a seven or eight-year-old girl, what kind of situation is this?
But he understood, Zhiwei was also trying to care for him in her own way...
Listening to her, Chen Ye lay somewhat uneasily on the side of the stone bench, gently resting his head on Zhiwei’s lap.
Hmm... the little girl’s legs were slim and soft, rather comfortable to rest on.
Once he lay down, Zhiwei extended her small hands, gently placing them on his temples.
Her fingers were slender and white, slightly cool, yet their strength was surprisingly precise and gentle.
Once, then again.
The gentle pressure gradually eased Chen Ye’s tense nerves.
Strands of black hair brushed against his cheeks in the night breeze.
Zhiwei remained silent, wholly focused on massaging his head.
She lowered her brows and eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids, her expression focused and earnest.
The night light filtering through the pear tree leaves speckled her body with pear shadows, adding a touch of mystery to her cool little face.
"Master, what happened?"
Chen Ye murmured an acknowledgment, not withholding: "It’s about some matters concerning Qing Jun."
He briefly recounted what Xu Qingsong said today and his own concerns to Zhiwei.
After all, Zhiwei shared a deep sisterhood with Qing Jun; she had the right to know about Qing Jun’s matters too.
Zhiwei listened quietly, her hands never pausing.
After Chen Ye finished speaking, she furrowed her brows gently: "I’ve noticed something about Qing Jun’s constitution as well, but..."
The young girl suddenly realized that it was Qing Jun’s hidden illness.
But... she promised Qing Jun not to tell the master.
Zhiwei paused, then continued: "Master, the words from the Xu Family can’t be completely trusted, but also not completely disregarded. This matter requires careful consideration."
Chen Ye was slightly surprised, not expecting Zhiwei, at such a young age, to see things so clearly.
He opened his eyes, looking at the exquisite little face so close and those calm, unwavering dark eyes, feeling a hint of comfort in his heart.
"Zhiwei is right," Chen Ye sighed, "but Xu Qingsong spoke so convincingly, and master can’t help feeling uneasy."
The evening breeze gently caressed, carrying a faint scent of pear blossoms and the coolness of night dew, stirring Zhiwei’s long black hair.
"If the master is uneasy, Zhiwei will always stay with the master."
"Master, go to sleep... Today, Zhiwei will tell a story to master."
"Once upon a time..."