The Gao family’s hospitality is quite comndable, with tea and pastries readily available.
On the way here, Dong Huiying heard from Shujun that the Gao family and Luo family originally lived in separate places. They only moved to Jun City recently, possibly because Jun City is more prosperous and better suited for business?
In any case, the two families have now bought residences in Jun City, not very far apart. Dong Huiying decided to visit the Gao family first because, according to Shujun, Luo Yang is more enigmatic, unlike Gao Jian who is easier to read.
She scrutinized Gao Jian, still rembering the last ti, about more than two years ago?
At that ti, Luo Yang and Gao Jian had just escaped from the He Mansion. Gao Jian was emaciated, nothing but skin and bones, covered in wounds, no longer the spirited young man he once was.
Now, it’s evident that the Gao family treats Gao Jian well. He’s gained so weight and at least doesn’t look as pitiful as before, resembling a normal person sowhat.
However, because Pei Yu gouged out his eyes, he cannot see, and is inconvenienced in life, needing servants to attend to him closely.
"Third Master Liang, may I ask the purpose of your visit to my Gao family today?"
Gao Jian, according to his sense, turned his face towards Liang Shujun.
Today’s Shujun is worthy of being called ’Third Master.’ He is now a man of wealth and status, with business extending beyond Pingchang Prefecture, and the influence of the Huizi Store growing ever larger, even the Prefectural Governor would greet him with respect and a friendly smile.
Life is full of opportunities, and comparing to the past, Liang Shujun has indeed experienced a reversal of fortune.
He looked to his wife, Dong Huiying, who gave a cough to clear her throat. She pondered over the naming issue. In the past, they addressed Gao Jian as Ga Cefu, but to call him that now would be akin to driving a nail into his heart.
"Young Master Gao?" She thought this address was safer: "I am Dong Huiying, the wife of the Liang family."
Gao Jian was taken aback for a mont and then gently nodded, as if to indicate he understood.
Dong Huiying said, "This ti, Shujun and I ca over together, actually for the matter of Hong Fei. Let’s not beat around the bush; what is Young Master Gao’s opinion on this matter?"
She fixed her gaze on Gao Jian, noticing a slight stiffening in his expression when she ntioned Hong Fei’s na.
He pressed his lips together, then turned his head aside, seemingly wanting to avoid sothing.
"Lady Dong, your Third Master has visited my Gao family before. If you two are here today to discuss a proposal, please return. I, Gao Mou, as a disabled man and a widower, am indeed unworthy of her."
Dong Huiying furrowed her brow slightly, "Is what Young Master Gao cares about your own physical shortcomings and the status of a widower? If Young Master Gao were whole and unmarried, would you be willing to marry Hong Fei as a husband?"
Gao Jian hesitated before hoarsely replying, "That is just a hypothesis. Moreover, if it were the forr , I might not have t Lady Hong, and even if I had, my arrogant and repulsive deanor might have made Lady Hong turn away from ." With his prideful nature at the ti, he probably wouldn’t have looked favorably upon Hong Fei either.
Everything is but fate.
Although Gao Jian did not directly answer Dong Huiying’s question, Dong Huiying understood.
It’s the suffering that has shaped who he is now, but his eyes were brutally gouged out by Pei Yu, and he will never see the light of day again in this life. Moreover, he is still a widower, his body not pure, these two points being his lowest.
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