097, Feelings Begin to Stir

Watching Wei Xun drink glass after glass, Lin Mi couldn’t help but grow anxious. He was drinking far too fiercely. She knew they often had social engagements, so perhaps his tolerance was decent, but drinking so relentlessly—surely his stomach would suffer. Yet, with everyone so enthusiastically toasting him, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything that might dampen the mood. So, she silently picked out some food to help line his stomach and poured him a cup of warm tea, doing her best to take care of him.

There were many families aligned with the Clough family, but with her brother acting so recklessly, shouldn’t someone keep him in check?

“You really have no shame,” Xu Huanyan said, nearly exasperated by his shameless words.

As the rose bush grows too lush, its branches too dense, the scent will scatter when shaken, and petals will fall even without the wind. The spring chamber cannot remain quiet; opening the box reveals the beauty of Mingfei. The curved pool floats with gathered blossoms, the slanting bank lined with parting leaves. Sometimes, sweet melodies drift by; at times, birds return with mud in their beaks. Let us raise our clear cups and drink, leaving all else to fate.

There was no other way; their current production capacity was such that many clients’ orders had to be pushed well into next year.

Ai Wei was a trusted subordinate of An Lingchen, practically indispensable. No matter the time, Ai Wei maintained a calm composure; her emotional outbursts were so few they could be counted on one hand. Even when with Venus, Ai Wei never showed such excitement.

If not for the baby, she would have simply tasted the wine and spat it out, unafraid. But in the early stages of pregnancy, a new mother naturally grew anxious.

A tall figure dressed in black with a masked face appeared before him, accompanied by six soldiers clad in Imperial Guard uniforms.

Even the composed Ting Yan was infuriated by this shameless man’s conduct. Wasn’t this too much? They kept causing trouble themselves, yet now it sounded as if someone was deliberately oppressing her.

David was merely a subordinate, and the one truly commanding these actions was likely Sang Huilin. After all, Sang Huilin was David’s master.

Hearing this, Gu Yunzhong let out a bitter laugh before gently closing his eyes. Ye Fei gave a slight wave of his hand, and naturally, someone escorted Gu Yunzhong away.

At least this much Mo Yaxi had guessed right: the Lone Cloud of Dongling indeed held a favorable impression of her. He felt the virtuous consort understood the balance of advance and retreat. More importantly, in conversation, she was not blindly flattering but dared to speak honestly, which he admired most.

She looked at Bai Ranran with a heart full of sorrow. If her suspicions were true, Bai Ranran was destined to suffer harm.

Qiao An finally lost her patience. “Say one more word, and I’ll kill you.” The stout man immediately covered his mouth, struggling to keep quiet.

But the more they acted like this, the more Bai Zhen found it suspicious.I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.