"You order a pot of tea and wait for me downstairs." After arriving at the teahouse, Mrs. Xu went upstairs and walked into the appointed private room without letting Aunt Guo follow her.
Zhao Haijun was already waiting for her in the private room.
After Mrs. Xu entered the door, she was stunned for a moment.
Perhaps because of the money he got from her before, Zhao Haijun today is completely different from the one he saw at Dongquan Temple.
Not only did he put on clothes that fit him well today, but he also looked completely new.
Although he still looks a bit older than his actual age, his youthful temperament seems to have been regained.
Mrs. Xu was stunned for only a moment, and quickly walked into the house and closed the door of the private room.
However, Zhao Haijun misunderstood her confusion and thought she was dissatisfied that this place was not good enough. He laughed at himself and said, "I thought this teahouse looked quite clean and high-end."
"Ah? Not bad." Mrs. Xu walked to the table and sat down, but failed to understand what Zhao Haijun meant. She responded casually, then took out the completed procedures, put them on the table and pushed them over, saying,
"Here are the house deeds and land deeds. They have been transferred to your name. You can move in at any time."
"Are you so anxious to let me go?" Looking at the address written on the property deed, Zhao Haijun frowned slightly.
Mrs. Xu was afraid of offending him, so she had to say against her will: "I didn't mean that. It's not because you are anxious to rush me, I just think you are anxious to move in!"
Zhao Haijun put the things aside and said with a smile: "There's no rush now."
"Ah? Why?" Xu had a bad feeling in her heart.
Zhao Haijun was not in a hurry. He called out to the waiter in the teahouse and ordered a pot of tea and several plates of refreshments.
Mrs. Xu didn't want to stay any longer. When she saw this, she stood up and said, "I've given you everything you asked for. I'll send someone to deliver next year's money to this house. I'll leave first. You can have tea!"
Zhao Haijun stood up suddenly and blocked Xu's way: "Yurou, do you have to be so heartless? Can't we even sit together and talk now?"
Hearing the sound of footsteps going upstairs, Mrs. Xu was worried that the waiter was delivering tea, so she didn't want to get entangled with Zhao Haijun, so she turned around and went back to sit down.
Sure enough, as soon as she sat down, there was a knock on the door of the private room.
The waiter carried the tray and placed the teapot, teacups and several small plates of refreshments on the table.
Seeing Ms. Xu wearing a curtain hat and covering her head tightly on a hot day, the waiter didn't show any strange expression.
Having worked in a teahouse for so long, he was already accustomed to customers doing sneaky things in private rooms.
The guy put his things away and turned to leave.
Zhao Haijun got up and locked the private room with the door bolt from the inside.
"What are you doing!" Xu became anxious immediately.
"What do you think I'm going to do?" Zhao Haijun sat back in his seat, "Look at you, you're like a frightened bird. I thought the weather was too hot, so I locked the door so you could take off your curtain hat to cool off.
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It was a simple sentence, and the tone was not very good, but it caused quite a stir in Xu's heart.
Although Xu and Zhao Haijun grew up as childhood sweethearts, she was very kind-hearted and never considered Zhao Haijun, whose family background was not as good as that of the Xu family, to be a good match.
The reason why he had an affair with Zhao Haijun after marriage was because of his meticulous care.
This is something that Xu has never realized in Shen Zhonglei.
Shen Zhonglei's thoughts were almost entirely devoted to studying. What little was left was to be distributed to his mother and children. By the time she got here, there was not much left.
In recent years, Shen Zhonglei has devoted most of his energy to official duties.
She could feel that even when the relationship between husband and wife was at its most harmonious, Shen Zhonglei was more polite to her than loving.
But Zhao Haijun was different. Xu still remembers the way he looked at her back then, as if there was a ball of beating fire in his eyes.
He would focus all his attention on Mrs. Xu, seeing her every smile, raising her eyebrows and blinking her eyes, and took them all into his heart.
Even though the words he just said were slightly sarcastic, they still allowed Xu to read the concern hidden beneath the sarcasm.
"Are you going to drink tea wearing a curtain hat?"
Zhao Haijun took out a clean handkerchief and placed it in front of Mrs. Xu. Then he began to pour tea and took a piece of snack and put it on the plate in front of her.
"You used to love Liu's store's Zaohua cakes the most. I found several teahouses in the past few days, and this one tastes the most similar to the old Liu's. You can try it."
Xu's heart softened at what he said. She finally took off her curtain hat, picked up the handkerchief he put on the table and wiped the sweat on her forehead. She looked at the jujube cakes on the plate and said with some emotion.
: "You still remember this."
Zhao Haijun sighed quietly and said: "I have lived for more than thirty years, and the time I spent with you is the only happy time. Do you think I can't remember it?"
As he said this, his eyes were fixed on Mrs. Xu, as focused as when he was young, as if she was the only one in his eyes and in his heart.
Mrs. Xu felt so sad when she saw this, she lowered her eyes and said, "What's the use of talking about this now!"
Zhao Haijun seemed to be stimulated. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Xu's hand, and spoke quickly and urgently: "Are you really happy to marry that man named Shen? Besides being richer and promising than me, what other benefits does he have?"
Is it okay for him to have me?"
Although there was no third person in the room, Mrs. Xu immediately retracted her hand. The hair on her back stood up in shock. She looked around subconsciously, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm going to leave if you keep doing this!" Mrs. Xu said lightly as a threat, but her butt|buttocks were still firmly sitting on the stool and did not move.
Zhao Haijun noticed that her attitude had softened and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I was too excited. I promise not to do anything again. You can try the jujube cake first to see if it tastes good."
Mrs. Xu took a bite of it obediently, but she could no longer remember what the Zaohua cake tasted like when she was young.
However, the Zaohua Crispy made here is really good, not to mention that there is Zhao Haijun across the street eagerly waiting for her evaluation.
Mrs. Xu ate half a piece of jujube cake, took a sip of tea, then pursed her lips and said with a smile: "It does have a taste of childhood. I'm sorry you still remember this, and you went to each store to find it."
When Zhao Haijun heard this, he immediately followed suit and smiled: "It doesn't take any effort, just like it. I'll invite you over for tea and snacks when I have time."
When Mrs. Xu heard this, an alarm bell rang in her heart.
She raised her head, looked at Zhao Haijun warily, and said innocently: "It's a pity that when you move into the house, we won't be in the same place, so it won't be easy to meet again."
I heard Zhao Haijun say in a cheerful tone: "It's okay, I have rented a house in Yongzhou Mansion to live in."