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The drunken Yu Hongjin reached the door and faintly heard sobbing. Turning, she saw Sister Yun crying while hugging Chen Changsheng in the yard.
Instantly, she sobered up!
Yu Hongjin’s eyes widened. She rushed in.
“Let go! Let go! Drop your hands!”
She hurriedly pulled Sister Yun aside.
Yun Xiang paused, wiping her tears, though her puffy eyes showed she’d been crying.
Yu Hongjin shielded Yun Xiang behind her.
She pointed at Chen Changsheng. “Y-you… what were you doing! Don’t you know men and women shouldn’t touch?”
Chen Changsheng looked stunned by her fierce glare. Before he could speak, Yun Xiang reached out to stop Yu Hongjin.
Yun Xiang said, “Hong Jin, don’t be rude to Mr. Chen.”
Yu Hongjin lowered her hand, turning to Yun Xiang. “Sister, you were crying! Did he bully you? I’ll beat him up! I’ve long disliked him! No good guy at all.”
Yun Xiang sighed, crouching to hug her. “Mr. Chen didn’t bully me.”
Yu Hongjin shook her head. “I don’t believe it. You always suffer his bullying, again and again.”
She pushed Sister Yun’s hand away and stepped forward.
Reeking of alcohol, Yu Hongjin planted her hands on her hips. The wine had clearly given her the courage to confront Chen Changsheng.
“Listen up, Chen!”
She jabbed a finger at him. “My Sister Yun is… is already forty…”
She counted on her fingers, seeming to lose track.
Giving up, she declared, “My Sister Yun is over forty!”
“What woman could wait for you over a decade? Sister Yun doesn’t recognize you anymore! No more looking for her, or I’ll punch you!”
Without waiting for a reply, Yu Hongjin took Yun Xiang’s hand. “Sister Yun, let’s go home.”
Yun Xiang hesitated, glancing back at Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng met her gaze with a warm smile.
Yu Hongjin then dragged Yun Xiang back to the courtyard across the street.
Bang!
To vent her anger, Yu Hongjin slammed the door with heavy thuds.
She stared sternly at Sister Yun. “Didn’t you promise never to see him again?”
Yun Xiang crouched down, patting her head. “Hong Jin has grown up…”
Yu Hongjin swatted her hand away. “Don’t change the topic! Are you making excuses for him? I told you, that Chen guy is slimy and sneaky! Such a liar! You never listen!”
“But your Sister Yun…”
“I don’t wanna hear it! No more meetings!”
“Why not?”
“He’s no good! I don’t care, I don’t care…”
Yu Hongjin started yelling in the yard, even rolling on the ground.
Yun Xiang watched, both amused and helpless.
After all, Hong Jin was still a child. How could she understand such matters?
…
Standing in his yard, Chen Changsheng glanced at his damp shoulder stained by tears. He turned toward the courtyard across the alley and sighed deeply.
Sitting back down, he noticed the packet of Preserved Fruit on the table.
He unwrapped the oil paper and popped a piece of malt candy into his mouth.
The taste was exactly like years past.
Chen Changsheng exhaled, forgetting he usually disliked sweets.
‘All these years, I haven’t given Miss Yun any gifts.’
He pondered, then an idea struck.
Though he still needed materials.
No matter. He’d fetch them himself.
Rising, he exited his room. Securing the door, he headed for the Temple Fair.
Arriving at the Dragon King Temple, Chen Changsheng waited until the temple emptied.
He approached the Divine Statue of the Dragon Lord.
“Is the Dragon Lord available?”
Chen Changsheng called softly.
In the distant Dragon Palace of Tongtian River, Ying Zheng awoke.
A response echoed from the Divine Statue to Chen Changsheng.
“Mr. Chen, didn’t you go to the Cultivation World? Why return to Abyss River?”
“Matters to attend. Small talk later. Does the Dragon Lord possess these medicinal herbs…?”
Chen Changsheng listed the needed spiritual herbs.
After a brief silence, the statue replied.
“I knew it.”
The Old Dragon King knew Chen Changsheng too well.
This man only sought him out when needing favors.
“Well? Have them?” Chen Changsheng smiled.
“Yes. My Dragon Palace has plenty of these herbs. I’ll send Ying En to deliver them.”
“Many thanks, Dragon Lord.”
“Easy. But what exactly are you busy with?”
“You’ll see soon enough.”
“Hah…”
A chuckle faded as the statue’s connection severed.
The Old Dragon King had always been like this—not rude, but comfortable enough to skip formalities between them.
Chen Changsheng left the Dragon King Temple.
When he returned to his courtyard, a crowd blocked the entrance.
Each person held items: chairs, tables, screens, even new windows. The small alley was packed.
“Here, place it here…”
Ruyi bustled about, directing people where to set things.
Chen Changsheng entered, puzzled. “What is all this…?”
“When did Uncle Chen get back?”
Ruyi turned, explaining. “Oh, Manager Wang sent these. Said your furniture was too old. Time for replacements.”
“Where is Manager Wang?”
“Didn’t come. Probably fearing you’d refuse.”
Chen Changsheng spotted an exquisitely carved screen being carried in. “This cost plenty of silver?”
“Likely.” Ruyi shrugged. “Too late to refuse now. Manager Wang already paid.”
Chen Changsheng nodded. “He’s spent much.”
Ruyi said, “Just accept it, Uncle Chen. Otherwise Manager Wang’s family won’t rest easy.”
Chen Changsheng replied, “Fair enough.”
Ruyi resumed directing.
“Put that inside. Right.”
“That table goes in the Main Hall. A bit more to the left.”
Moving among the workers, she showed her skill as Steward of the Embroidery Workshop. Everything was organized efficiently—no mistakes.
Once everything was placed, a man stepped forward. “Master, all delivered. Nine large items, thirty-six small. Shall we recount?”
Ruyi confirmed, “Correct. Forty-five pieces total.”
“Good. Then we’ll take leave.”
The workers gradually departed.
The courtyard now looked entirely different. Extra benches had appeared, along with a tea table. A sweet osmanthus tree added color. More importantly, the Main Hall and inner rooms were transformed—even the bed was new.
Ruyi sat catching her breath.
She swept her eyes over the yard and nodded. “Nice. Very nice.”
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