TFWYH – Chapter 157 Ziqing’s Thoughts

That look in his eyes was all too familiar.

Yuan Yuan pressed her lips together and smiled.

Her mother had said that this Young Master Yu didn’t like Sister Wan at all — he treated her like a servant, ordering her around all day long.

But now… it didn’t seem that way at all!

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At Drunken Immortal Tavern (Zui Xian Lou)

The shopkeeper had noticed lately that his young master was always wandering over to the accounting room.

After paying closer attention, he realized every time the young master went there, it was to chat with the accountant named Ling Canghe.

Not only that, but his attitude toward the man was incredibly polite — even friendly — with not a trace of arrogance.

The shopkeeper: “…”

He was deeply worried!

Ever since the young master had met Madam Ling, he hadn’t been normal.

He’d often drift off into a daze, smiling like a fool, and sometimes even hugged his money jar, counting coins with a blissful expression.

Was he planning to prepare a betrothal gift?!

Σ（д；）！

The shopkeeper was frightened by his own thought.

And that Ling Canghe, as he’d heard, was Madam Ling’s husband’s uncle.

So what exactly was the young master thinking?

Madam Ling was already married! To be infatuated with another man’s wife, and even go chat up her husband’s uncle — what was he trying to do?

But it wasn’t just the shopkeeper — Ling Canghe himself was depressed!

At first, he didn’t think much of it and was even flattered by Yu Ziqing’s enthusiasm.

But soon, he went through a full emotional journey: from shocked → speechless → numb.

For instance, right now — Young Master Yu had come to the accounting room again, asked a few token work questions, and quickly steered the conversation toward Tang Wan.

“You mentioned before that Madam Ling’s husband broke his leg — what happened afterward?”

Ling Canghe took a deep breath and smiled.

“Afterward, Madam Wan stayed by his side and took care of him devotedly. Anyone could see how truly she loves Yu’er.”

So — give it up already. That woman loves my nephew to death. No matter how rich or handsome you are, she’s not going to look your way.

Besides, that Wan girl’s as round as a ball — are your tastes a bit off?

Yu Ziqing frowned.

“Think carefully again — doesn’t she have any special qualities?”

“…”
Special? You mean especially fat and especially strong? Ling Canghe felt utterly drained, nearly ready to quit his job.

“Master, Madam Wan loves Yu’er deeply. She went through all sorts of trouble to marry him. Even when he had nothing, she refused to wed anyone else. You come from wealth and power, elegant and refined — surely there are plenty of other fine women out there!”

Yu Ziqing froze for several seconds before he realized what Ling was implying. His face turned all sorts of colors.

He pointed at Ling Canghe, trembling with rage, unable to even form words.

Ling’s heart skipped a beat — he hurriedly stood and bowed.

“Master, I meant no offense! It’s just that Madam Wan truly—”

“Shut up!” Yu Ziqing’s old face flushed red as he cut him off furiously.
“I just noticed Madam Ling has lost a lot of weight. I wanted to know if she’s using some quick slimming remedy, so I could discuss a business partnership! You— you’re talking nonsense! Aren’t you afraid of tarnishing her reputation?”

Sure, he had once lamented that such a beauty was already married — but he wasn’t that tasteless!

He was a merchant. He loved money more than women. All he wanted was profit, profit, profit!

Ling Canghe: “?”

Ling Canghe: “……”

If you wanted to do business, you could’ve just said so!
Why act all mysterious and make me nearly lose my hair with worry these past few days?!

Ling Canghe quickly apologized.

Yu Ziqing snorted, unwilling to forgive him just yet.

So Ling Canghe hastily changed the subject:

“Master, I haven’t been back home for a while — has Madam Wan really lost that much weight?”