Before the young gentleman could finish, she hurriedly nodded. “About what happened at noon today, I was ungrateful.”

Jiujiu wholeheartedly cared for her and had never suffered hardships. He couldn’t imagine the difficulties involved, which were commonplace.

Moreover, the young gentleman was thin-skinned and soft-hearted, and got along well with Ah Ning. What she said undoubtedly poured cold water on him. Although it made him sober, it also chilled his heart.

With the young gentleman protecting her like this, as the wife-master, she naturally had to cherish this intention.

Therefore, Li Ruantang’s apology was very natural, without the slightest difficulty.

“Wife-master…”

Meng Jun suspiciously rubbed his ears. Did he hear wrong? Li Ruantang was actually apologizing to him?!

The young gentleman widened his eyes in disbelief. He tiptoed and reached out to feel Li Ruantang’s forehead.

No fever.

Meng Jun was too stunned to react.

You should know, in the Great Jin, women were revered. Even his mother had never lowered herself to coax his father over a small matter of words.

He stared blankly at Li Ruantang handing over the flower wreath. Perhaps the night was too cold and the moonlight was sentimental.

Although the girl in front of him was still very pale, the young gentleman’s heart felt warm.

Those smiling apricot eyes were beautiful, the tall and straight nose was also beautiful, and…

His gaze fell on the corners of her lips. Meng Jun’s face burned and he lowered his head. In fact, Li Ruantang was not inferior to Sister Wei, and even a few points more beautiful than Sister Wei.

However, she was only a little bit prettier. And that was only when she wasn’t coldly expressionless.

Meng Jun turned his face away and secretly took a deep breath. This wasn’t him being fickle. If those young men in the capital saw Li Ruantang’s current expression, they would probably also be dazzled and have mixed feelings.

And she even made a flower wreath for him!

The young gentleman’s heart was in a mess, and he didn’t know what to say.

“Jiujiu.” Li Ruantang’s voice was gentle. “Let’s talk about the rest when we go back to the room later. Let’s go eat now, don’t keep people waiting.”

Hu Sanniang and Zhou Fulang had been working in the fields all day, so it wasn’t good to keep them waiting.

Meng Jun naturally understood this principle, but she wasn’t going to put the flower wreath on him?

The young gentleman pursed his lips and stole a glance at her. When they were about to enter the main hall, Meng Jun paused, took the flower wreath, and trotted back to their room.

These flowers, once separated from their roots, couldn’t stand the fumes of oil and smoke. He hadn’t even worn it yet, so he had to put it away carefully.

While eating with the Hu family, the young gentleman was a little absent-minded. Now, taking advantage of Li Ruantang being kept in the main hall by Hu Sanniang to talk.

Back in the room, Meng Jun first pushed open the window to take a look, then took out the small mirror he had asked Ah Ning for from his sleeve and placed it on the table. He carefully put the flower wreath on his head and happily looked at himself.

Mm, Li Ruantang’s taste was not bad. The flowers she chose complemented his complexion very well.

“Jiujiu.”

Ah Ning’s voice came from outside the window. “The water is boiled. You—”

Before he could finish, Hu Youning, who poked his head in to look, choked on the spot.

Jiujiu’s appearance was incomparable, but with the flower wreath on his hair, it was indeed a bit too bright, as if a dye shop had been brought over, with red, purple, yellow, and blue all in full force.

Hu Youning watched with a slightly twitching mouth corner. These colors, only Jiujiu’s fair skin could pull them off. If it were any other male concubine, who knows how many children would be scared to tears.

But the smiling young gentleman didn’t think so.

“Ah Ning, look!” Meng Jun’s mouth corners lifted high. “Doesn’t it suit me well?”

The joy between the young gentleman’s brows was full to the brim. How could Hu Youning speak the truth? He nodded dumbly.

Behind him, footsteps approached.

Hu Youning turned around respectfully and greeted, “Madam Li.”

“Does Young Master Hu have something to discuss with Jiujiu? Go inside and talk.” Li Ruantang, who came out from the main hall, smiled warmly and took a careful look at Hu Youning.

The person standing in the yard hurriedly shook his head. “It’s nothing special. The water is just boiled. I came to ask Jiujiu when he needs the water.”

He lowered his head, not daring to look at her. From the corner of his eye, he glanced inside the window and saw a bed made and two pillows placed together.

Hu Youning was slightly stunned.

But he still heard her gentle voice in his ear. “Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Hu. Since the water is boiled, I’ll go fetch it. Young Master Hu is also tired from the day, hurry back to your room and rest.”

Footsteps came and went in the yard.