Hearing the commotion, the young gentleman in the room hastily took off the flower wreath on his head and deliberately sat further away.

But from the moment the wooden door was pushed open until the steam from the bath dissipated, Li Ruantang didn’t mention the flower wreath again.

Meng Jun secretly glanced at the person wringing out water droplets with a towel. While her back was turned, he put the flower wreath on the table in an even more conspicuous place – on Li Ruantang’s pillow.

He lay in the covers, listening to the rustling of clothes behind the bamboo rack. Those beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, smiling like a little fox that had gotten a treat.

“Jiujiu.” Li Ruantang lowered her eyes as she stood by the bed, softly calling out.

The young gentleman, who should have been sleepily confused, immediately turned his head. His eyes sparkled brightly. “Wife-master called for me?”

“Mm.”

Tonight’s Jiujiu seemed especially spirited, no longer listless. Li Ruantang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She handed him the medicine and said with a light laugh, “I’ll have to trouble husband to apply the medicine for me again today.”

“Huh?”

The young gentleman blinked, slightly disappointed. Seeing Li Ruantang move the flower wreath from the pillow to the table, his brows drooped a few more degrees.

It seemed Li Ruantang truly wasn’t like other male concubines. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so dumbfounded. Only knowing to give a flower wreath, but not understanding to help put it on.

Meng Jun sighed softly. While applying medicine to her back, he deliberately hinted, “Didn’t wife-master say there was something else to tell me?”

Something to say?

Li Ruantang was stunned for a moment. She raised her brows at the young gentleman who had returned from washing his hands and lowered her voice. “Indeed, there is one thing. When I went to pick flowers today, I happened to run into Sanniang returning home from farming. She asked me to help find Young Master Hu a good family after returning to the capital.”

“I know you get along well with Young Master Hu, so I agreed to this matter.”

“Oh.” The young gentleman responded without much fluctuation, glancing over from the table. “Is this all wife-master wanted to tell me?”

Li Ruantang nodded honestly.

Meng Jun’s heart sank. Sigh, it seemed if he wanted to matchmake Li Ruantang, he still needed to teach her how to coax a male concubine. Otherwise, with her temperament, it would be difficult!

After blowing out the lamp and Li Ruantang laying down beside him, he turned his back to her gloomily.

In a daze, Li Ruantang’s voice came low.

“Jiujiu, you looked very good wearing that flower wreath.”

She had seen it just now. The young gentleman’s appearance wearing the flower wreath, although only for a brief moment, his beauty was stunning. How could such a dazzling glimpse be easily forgotten?

But her young husband hurriedly took it off as soon as he heard her voice. Li Ruantang sighed inwardly. Since he didn’t want her to see, she could only swallow back the words of praise in her throat.

Only after the young gentleman’s breathing became steady in deep sleep did she softly say it.

The moonlight coming through the window was gentle.

The young gentleman, awakened by her whisper, silently curved his lips. Forget it, forget it. At least Li Ruantang still knew to say a few words of praise.

He very magnanimously sat up and looked at the “sleeping” girl, propping himself up on an elbow. His fingertips paused and quietly poked her cheek, tentatively calling out to her. “Tangtang?”