Even when she wore simple linen clothes, she looked like a supermodel.
Now, in fine clothes, her beauty was simply breathtaking.
’My wife doesn’t really like wearing jewelry, but it doesn’t matter. With a face like hers, she doesn’t need any.’
Seeing Song iqin, now changed, reach for her crutch, Lu Yuan imdiately stood up.
"No, no, the wheelchair is right by the door."
With that, Lu Yuan walked over to Song iqin. Amid her soft cry of surprise, he swept her up into his arms.
Zhao Qiao’Er, who was standing nearby, was also startled.
When she recovered, she couldn’t help but give Lu Yuan a light slap, chiding him playfully,
"You little rascal, you’re getting more and more forward with us two. Just grabbing people like that~"
Lu Yuan turned, raised an eyebrow at Aunt Zhao, and said with a teasing smile,
"What’s the matter, Auntie? You want to carry you too?"
Zhao Qiao’Er’s face flushed red as she glared at Lu Yuan.
"You’re getting more and more out of line!
What are you even doing?"
Lu Yuan didn’t say anything more. As he walked toward the door, he looked at his wife and said,
"Honey, get the door~"
...
It was a little past eight in the evening.
The group erged boisterously from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
"Yuan’Er, let’s walk ho. It’s not far, only about twenty minutes or so~"
Song iqin said from her wheelchair, her voice soft and a little playful, as if she were coaxing him.
Song iqin had been in high spirits ever since they left the Zhao Family’s ho today.
She was like a little girl with a new toy.
At first, she wouldn’t let anyone push her, insisting on wheeling herself.
But even though the wheelchair Lu Yuan had made had a gear-assisted chanism, the wheels and the uneven road made it difficult.
She tired out after a little while, so Zhao Qiao’Er had to take over pushing.
Lu Yuan nodded.
"Sounds good. It’ll help us digest our dinner."
With that, Lu Yuan took Su Liyan’s hand, and the two of them walked ahead.
Behind them, a smiling Zhao Qiao’Er pushed Song iqin.
Su Changliang was at the very rear, walking with a large group from the Zhao Family’s nursing ho.
"Just look at you~
What are you grinning so foolishly for? Look at that big smile on your face~
You like this chair that much?"
Zhao Qiao’Er said with a mischievous smile, pushing Song iqin from behind.
But Song iqin glanced back at Zhao Qiao’Er and snorted softly.
"What do you know!
It’s not just about the wheelchair. It’s just... every day lately, it really feels like I have a family.
Every day, we’re all together, chatting, eating, going for walks... it’s so lively~
It’s wonderful~"
Zhao Qiao’Er paused, then blinked and raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, what’s that supposed to an?
So all those tis I brought you to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, you didn’t think of as family?"
Song iqin couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
"You’re just determined to find fault with everything I say, aren’t you~"
...
「Nearing midnight.」
In the East Wing, a single Spiritual Lamp was still lit.
Just after he and his wife had finished their fun for the night, an idea suddenly struck him.
He had thrown on a pair of loose shorts and was now sitting shirtless at his desk, drawing up plans.
They were manufacturing blueprints for a future product.
"Dear~ why are you still up?~"
A gentle voice spoke up beside him, and a mont later, a cup of herbal tea was placed on the desk.
The Underground Heating System was wonderful, but it made the air incredibly dry, which could easily lead to irritation.
Northern winters were already dry, and the Underground Heating System only made it worse. You had to keep a basin of water by the bed at night while you slept.
Otherwise, you’d wake up the next morning with a dry nose and a sore throat.
You had to drink a lot of water in a room like this.
Lu Yuan turned and saw the look of concern in his wife’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but break into a grin.
He reached out, rubbing her cheek, and whispered,
"It’s nothing. Go on to bed. Don’t you have to get up early tomorrow to take Changliang to the Governnt Office for his first day?"
Su Liyan blinked. She didn’t say anything more, but her heart ached for her husband.
’These past few days, her husband had been leaving early every morning and only returning after dark.’
’His hands were always ice-cold when he got back, and she’d have to hold them against her chest for a long ti to warm them up.’
A few minutes later, there was a rustling sound.
Lu Yuan suddenly felt sothing wrap around his leg. He looked down. ’Huh?’
His gaze imdiately shot to the bed.
There, a stunningly bewitching woman was half-reclined against the headboard.
The woman’s cold, vertical pupils gave her exquisitely beautiful face an air of supre detachnt.
But within those icy eyes, a subtle flutter betrayed the shyness hidden beneath.
Su Liyan lifted her delicate chin slightly, looking irresistibly alluring.
She beckoned to her husband with a slender finger, her eyes sultry as she purred seductively:
"Co here~ be good now~
I’ll hold you while you sleep~"
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