Li Ruantang thought for a moment and added, “By the way, it turns out there is also a young man in his family, about the same age as you. With him to keep you company these next few days, I suppose you won’t be too bored.”
As she spoke, she tested the water temperature with her hand before signaling the young lord to come and wash up.
“What does Wifey think of that young man?”
The neatly groomed Meng Jun sat at the table, his fingers lightly tapping out a piece of face cream and sliding it across his palm, the faint scent of osmanthus fragrance soothing to the mind.
Since he was going to matchmake, he had to ask for Li Ruantang’s opinion.
There was no mirror in the room. The young lord carefully rubbed the melted face cream on his face. When he looked at Li Ruantang again, he suddenly remembered how she had applied the face cream for him last night.
His fair and handsome face turned red, and Meng Jun hurriedly lowered his head. If she were to be with the young man from the Hu family, would Li Ruantang also be so gentle…
As the young lord thought about it, he started to have an indescribable feeling. He let out a long sigh, but in the next moment, he slapped his own cheeks with exceptional force.
Tsk, what was he thinking about these things for? Anyway, he didn’t like Li Ruantang.
Even less was he her husband.
He eagerly looked out the window a few times, urging Li Ruantang to answer.
She had only met Hu Youning just now, so how could she say anything at this point? But the young lord asked seriously, and Li Ruantang estimated that he probably wanted to see if Hu Youning was easy to get along with and if they could chat to pass the time.
Therefore, after pondering for a long time, Li Ruantang said, “Young Master Hu has a straightforward temperament, and it would be much more relaxed to interact with him.”
“Does Wifey like this kind of temperament?”
Li Ruantang nodded. A candid and sincere personality could save a lot of trouble and make it easier to deal with. For example, a young lord like Jiu Jiu, whose thoughts were all written on his face, was very nice.
Hearing this, Meng Jun’s eyes lit up. When he sat at the Hu family’s square table, he also purposely observed Hu Youning carefully.
Hu Youning wasn’t idle either. His gaze also kept shifting between Li Ruantang and Meng Jun, inwardly muttering to himself. The wives and husbands of aristocratic families were so reserved with each other, not looking intimate at all, completely different from how his mother and father interacted.
No wonder all those storybooks wrote that entering a marquis’s household was like diving into a deep sea. This was simply like living with a wooden stake.
Hu Youning’s gaze was straightforward.
Seeing him constantly staring at Li Ruantang, the steamed bun in Meng Jun’s hand gradually lost its flavor.
He hadn’t even started matchmaking yet, but this young man’s gaze was too unrestrained!
The young lord silently drew a cross in his heart. No, such a frivolous young man was not worthy of Li Ruantang.
But…
He secretly glanced at Li Ruantang, who was busy peeling potato skins. She had also said she liked this kind of young man.
