In her memory, she had been in contact with Zhao Wu from time to time about the business of the embroidery workshop and the silk and satin shop since her marriage.
It is not difficult for Yu Weiyin to take over Yuji Embroidery Workshop now.
In addition to innovating in attracting customers, she also designed several beautiful and special steps. In less than half a month, the embroidery shop had made a profit of thousands of taels.
Not only did everyone in the Yu family respect her, but the people in Tongcheng also praised her endlessly.
In the past, those who described her as arrogant, dull, and uneducated could no longer be found.
In addition to Yu Ji Embroidery Workshop, she is also learning about the business dealings of Yongxing Silk and Satin Mansion. Duan Lang will now visit Yu Mansion every few days and hand over the account books of the manor to her for review.
In Qifang Courtyard, golden chrysanthemums are in full bloom, their soft stamens quivering in the wind, sending bursts of fragrance.
The peach tree shrouded in green leaves has grown green and solid, its leaves rustle softly, and a ray of light like broken gold spills from the branches and falls on the stone table and chairs placed under the tree.
Beside the ivory white stone table, a beautiful woman in a rouge-colored fairy dress stared intently at the account book in her hand.
Her face is as delicate and smooth as jade, her phoenix eyes are lowered, covering a shimmering brilliance, her nose and lips are beautiful, her expression is peaceful and innately noble.
The man in green shirt sitting opposite him was clear and handsome, with gentle eyebrows. Even though she had been looking at him in silence for a long time, there was no sign of impatience on his face, he was just waiting for her to speak.
With a chance glance, he took in the woman's beautiful face.
But only for a moment, he secretly moved his eyes away, his heart was beating wildly, and he could not suppress the heat surging in his chest.
Miss Yinyin... was like a pleasing picture of a lady. With just one glance, it was deeply engraved in his mind and could not be removed for a long time.
Yu Weiyin was only concentrating on the account books and did not notice anything unusual about him, but Duan Lang's devastated look fell in the eyes of Shao Mo at the gate of the courtyard.
The man in black clothes and dark hair had eyes as dark as the vast ocean, with a faint flash of cold light. His hands pressing the sword became more powerful, and veins loomed on the back of his hands.
He pursed his thin lips tightly and caught a glimpse of Yao Xiang walking down the aisle, with an unknown smile in his eyes.
"The surnamed Duan asked me to give this to you."
He stopped Yao Xiang, who had a look of astonishment on the road, and handed her a wooden hairpin. Shao Mo crossed his arms with a cold expression.
Yao Xiang put down the sandalwood food box, holding the wooden hairpin in both hands, turning it over and over.
It is an ordinary peach wood hairpin, which must have been made by him himself. There are several freehand cloud patterns engraved on the hairpin, and the lines are smooth and meticulous, without any rough texture.
Yao Xiang's cheeks gradually turned red, and her bright eyes immediately filled with the sweetness of a drunken dream, sparkling with light, and asked with some surprise: "Did Duan Lang ask you to give it to me?"
Shao Mo's expression didn't change and he nodded indifferently, "Yeah."
He stole this from Duan Lang, but he didn't want to say more.
The man in green shirt held the wooden hairpin in his hand, holding it almost like a treasure. The look in his eyes made him extremely unhappy. Thinking of the person he wanted to see, he felt even more angry in his heart, so he used a trick to hide the hairpin in his sleeve.
, took it out.
"Alang... I really didn't expect that Alang would give me something..."
Yao Xiang was still dreaming, holding the wooden hairpin tightly to her chest, with a shy smile on her lips, "What a weirdo, rejecting someone, and then secretly giving someone the hairpin..."
A few days ago, she went out and told Duan Lang what Yu Weiyin said about the engagement.
Although I was shy, I mustered up the courage to ask his opinion.
She thought he would nod, but she didn't expect that the gentle man was silent for a long time. Just when she was almost embarrassed and wanted to run away, she heard him say softly: "It's too early to say this now."
Forget it, if it's just a matter of time, she can wait.
No matter how long it takes, she is willing to wait.
But when Duan Lang stared at her gently, he added another sentence, which made her feel as sharp as a thousand arrows piercing her heart.
He said: "Yao Xiang, you and I are like brothers and sisters."
With just such a sentence, Yao Xiang's eyes suddenly turned red. She didn't know how she got back to the Yu Mansion. She was listless for several days. She didn't dare to reply to the lady about Duan Lang's words, so she secretly wiped her tears.
Now looking at this hairpin... the sadness in my heart suddenly disappeared.
What kind of relationship is like brother and sister? Duan Lang must have some affection for her!
Thinking like this, Yao Xiang regained her former energy, and even made up her mind: no matter what Duan Lang said in the future, she would never believe it again, and she must impress him with her tenderness!
"Um...Shao Mo, Alang, did he say anything else?"
Yao Xianghong blushed and asked a little shyly. Shao Mo's mind went blank, but somehow he blurted out, "He said he likes you."
After saying that, he turned around and left, regardless of how happy and ecstatic the people behind him were.
His face was colder and harder than before, as heavy as a sword, but there was an awkward feeling in his heart.
He who never talks too much and never lies would actually tell a maid so many nonsense.
This is the first time. Could it be that there is something wrong with his brain?
But when he once again caught a glimpse of the green-shirted man in the courtyard looking at Yu Weiyin, all traces of guilt in his heart were swept away. When Yao Xiang arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, he couldn't help but urge, "Miss, you're hungry, come in quickly.
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Yao Xiang was so happy that she almost jumped up and down and ran in.
But when she approached the two people under the peach tree, she quickly slowed down her pace and whispered: "Miss, my slave has brought food."
Although she suppressed the joy in her heart, the joy slowly flowed out through her tone and rising tone.
"Okay, Alang, you can have some snacks before you go back."
Yu Weiyin raised her eyes and found that Yao Xiang's small face had already been covered with a few wisps of red clouds. He pulled her and said, "Yao Xiang, sit down and eat together."
Yao Xiang's face turned redder, she sat down obediently, opened the eight-compartment food box, took out the dessert plate from the box, and couldn't help but look at Duan Lang secretly.
"There's nothing wrong with the account books. I'm a little tired after sitting for too long and want to go out for a walk."
Yu Weiyin only tasted a small piece of goose fat roll, wiped his hands, and stood up.
Duan Lang also stood up hurriedly, "Miss Yinyin, do you want Alang to accompany you? Alang can..."
Yu Weiyin waved his hand and pushed him and Yao Xiang down, with a smile on his face, "No need, I just want to relax by myself. You haven't seen each other for a long time, so it's time to catch up on old times."
Duan Lang was about to speak, but Yao Xiang glanced at him shyly and whispered, "Alang, I have something to ask you."
She tilted her head slightly, and the cloud-patterned wooden hairpin fell into Duan Lang's eyes.
Shock suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his heart became tense. How could it be possible? How could that wooden hairpin be on Yao Xiang's head?
Obviously he was going to give it to...
"Since you have something to say, then you can say it slowly."
Yu Weiyin looked at Yao Xiang deeply with a smile, then looked at Duan Lang, and said sincerely, "Alang, you must cherish the people in front of you."
Cherish the people in front of you...
His eyes fell on the woman's gracefully turning back, and a trace of sadness inexplicably welled up in his heart.
At this point, he couldn't even ask Yao Xiang about the wooden hairpin on his head.
A cold smile overflowed from her lips, Miss Yinyin didn't care about him...