Chapter 32 Fan Ruoruo: This guy is so bad! Help him become famous!
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fan Ruoruo glared at him with red eyes, and his killing power was 30% to 40% less than usual.
"Have I not disciplined you enough recently?" she said coldly.
Fan Sizhe immediately became honest, but he couldn't help but weakly pointed at her eyes with his hands and asked, "Sister, what about you..."
"It's okay. I'm sick. Give it to me."
Fan Ruoruo stretched out her hand, and the hint of coldness in her tone made Fan Sizhe tremble, and he was a little confused again.
Are you sick? Are you okay?
"Sister, I'll leave first." He said as he handed the lunch box to Fan Ruoruo.
It was just sticky. He said let's go, but his feet felt like they were covered with paste. He was still quietly observing her expression.
Fan Ruoruo frowned. She was always very thoughtful and said immediately, "Wait a minute!"
A tentative call.
Sure enough, Fan Sizhe stopped, turned around and looked at her, as if he was prepared and had expected this.
Knowing what was going on, Fan Ruoruo asked directly, "Does he have anything to say to me?"
"Sister is really good at predicting things!" Fan Sizhe was almost hurt from holding back his anger. If Ye Zheng hadn't threatened him with a business deal, he would have told his sister everything and left quickly.
"He told me to do this. If I don't ask, then you won't tell me?" Fan Ruoruo asked again.
Seeing her expression, Fan Sizhe subconsciously stepped back, shrank his neck, and nodded, "Yeah."
bad!
Fan Ruoruo spat in her heart and asked, "What?"
"Brother-in-law said..."
"Ok?"
As soon as Fang opened his mouth, Fan Sizhe's remaining words were interrupted by Fan Ruoruo with a look.
He quickly changed the topic and said, "My brother asked me to tell you that happiness and sadness can actually be shared. If you share happiness with others, you can gain double the happiness. If you share sadness with others, you can gain countless happiness."
Fan Ruoruo understood immediately what this person meant.
How bad!
She spat again in her heart.
There was no more anger on his face, and no more sadness in his eyes.
Even the corners of her crystal-clear lips curled up, showing some joy and happiness.
"No, sister, what does this mean? How can you gain countless happiness by sharing your sadness with others?" Fan Sizhe scratched his head.
"You don't have to think about what business he is discussing with you?" Fan Ruoruo was in a good mood and smiled faintly.
Even though his eyes were red, Fan Sizhe was still a little scared when he saw it. "I can't tell you this. My sister...my brother said it's not good to tell outsiders casually."
"I am, an outsider?"
Fan Ruoruo's tone suddenly changed.
Fan Sizhe suddenly felt something was wrong, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Sister always taught me that a gentleman values trust, and he must keep his word and fulfill his promise. I will not tell you what I promised you."
When it comes to making money, he is more determined than ever.
Fan Ruoruo smiled.
Promises must be kept and action must be resolute.
I don’t know whether this person did it on purpose or not. How could she not know what kind of person her brother is?
Obviously, he also taught Fan Sizhe these words.
Use other people's mouths to compete with her in wits.
The corners of her lips curled up again.
"You can call him whatever you want, just go back." Fan Ruoruo picked up the lunch box and went back to the house.
Fan Sizhe was completely confused.
Clearly, he was not allowed to call him 'brother-in-law' just now, but now...
"Why are you so fickle? Is it because you are getting married soon? I wonder if my brother-in-law can bear it in the future?"
Thinking of Ye Zheng, he felt emotional. His sister's reaction was all within his brother-in-law's expectations. She handled it all as his brother-in-law taught her!
"My brother-in-law is truly a man of foresight!"
He walked briskly.
Halfway through the walk, he thought again, "My brother-in-law is so smart, so our business..."
"Get rich, get rich!"
Inside the house, Fan Ruoruo heard the sound and looked at the lattice door.
His eyes fell on the food box, with anticipation in his heart.
When I opened it, it was my favorite sauced chicken feet.
She quickly got up, washed her hands, picked up one happily, and took a bite of it, which was soft and tasty.
Thinking of the "miserable situation" of the daughters of officials and noble ladies in Kyoto City not long after, she giggled and tilted her head happily.
But when her eyes fell on the manuscript Ye Zheng handed her, her expression paused.
and many more!
If I copy it myself, I will suffer again.
Moreover, since she copied it, did the daughters of officials, princes and noble ladies think that it was written by her?
I heard that Commander Ye is now well-known in the government and the public, and his talent is also very famous, um...
Gradually, her brows relaxed.
Hmm.
……
The next day
The main gate of Si Nanbo Fan’s mansion was wide open.
Liu Ruyu had dressed up early and seeing that Fan Ruoruo had not come over, she went to her courtyard.
Brother Zheng will definitely come today, so we should welcome him.
"Ruoruo, you, even if the relationship between brother and sister is very good, you shouldn't cry like this, right?" Liu Ruyu looked at Fan Ruoruo's two peach-like eyes and was speechless for a moment. She said to the maid beside her, "Hurry, help the girl put more powder on. Zheng'er is fine. I wonder if your Aunt Cui will come? Don't be impolite." Hearing her mention Ye Zheng, Fan Ruoruo twisted the handkerchief in her hand again.
I felt a little regretful.
She knew very well the harm of the book written by that person, and also thought that it would be a bad idea to greet her brother with a "miserable situation" when he returned home tomorrow, but... she still couldn't help but read the rest of the book.
It hurts her heart.
She kept spitting at Ye Zheng, saying that he was bad. She kept spitting and looking at him. She kept looking at him and spitting until she felt so uncomfortable that she fell asleep.
It's better now.
It's her own fault for not being able to control herself.
Not angry.
It is not time for 'reckoning' yet.
"I will do it myself."
She took the silk cloth and applied powder to cover it up.
At this moment, the front yard
"Hey, watch your step."
"This one is lighter. There's a bottle inside."
"Too heavy, isn't it? Come, let me give you a hand."
"... "
When Liu Ruyu, Fan Ruoruo and Fan Sizhe arrived at the flower hall, they were all stunned.
Fortunately, the last load carried in was only six loads.
With such a small betrothal gift, the Ye family might go bankrupt tomorrow.
Even so, Liu Ruyu was still a little jealous. She took the gift list from Ye Zheng, glanced at it, and felt a little uncomfortable, "Zheng'er, you don't need such a generous gift."
"Aunt Liu." He bowed and then said in a strong voice, "I heard from my uncle that Ruoruo had been recuperating in Danzhou for a while. At that time, her health was not very good. It was thanks to my brother that he took care of her. I should thank him generously."
After saying this, his eyes deliberately met the young lady's.
I'm afraid there's more to it than just this reason?
Fan Ruoruo responded with a faint smile.
Ye Zheng was a little surprised.
Is this, the anger has subsided?
Without thinking too much, he whispered to Liu Ruyu, "Aunt Liu, I made a deal with Sizhe yesterday. From now on, I can't say I will make a fortune, but it won't be far from it."
Liu Ruyu's depression suddenly disappeared. She glanced at her silly son, took out the money from the mistress of the Fan Mansion, and said to the servants who were sweeping the floor, "I'm back home today, so be careful."
"Yes, ma'am."
Liu Ruyu led Ye Zheng to the flower hall, "You two can talk first, I'll go to the kitchen to take a look."
Since Liu Ruyu asked Fan Jian to take over, her tolerance has become much better than before.
He didn't attach much importance to welcoming Fan Xian back home today, nor did he want to ask anyone to choose a gift.
Only Ye Zheng, Fan Ruoruo and Fan Sizhe were left in the hall.
Although Fan Sizhe was a bit rough, he gradually realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Look at my sister, then look at my brother-in-law, he is drinking tea cup after cup.
"Sizhe, the tea is gone." Fan Ruoruo suddenly said.
Fan Sizhe was stunned for a moment, then understood what was going on. He gave Ye Zheng a helpless look, then immediately picked up the half-empty teapot and said, "Okay, sister."
He slipped away very quickly, and in an instant, Ye Zheng and Fan Ruoruo were the only ones left in the hall.
Of course, there were two maids waiting outside the open door.
The young lady's beautiful eyes were red and her gaze was indifferent. She didn't say a word, just stared at him. There was no sign of anger or other emotions on her face, but there was a kind of miserable beauty that seemed to be about to cry.
I think he must have cried a lot.
"Ruoruo..."
"Ok?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the young lady interrupted him.
But Ye Zheng is not Fan Sizhe.
"Ruoruo, it's my fault. You are kind-hearted and you would not bear to see the people in the book suffer and feel sad for them. Blame me, blame me."
"Why do you say that, Third Young Master?" Fan Ruoruo smiled softly, with a broken beauty in her eyes that had been crying.
The key point is the tone, it doesn’t matter.
Ye Zheng was puzzled.
Are you too angry?
Or was it that he gave the order to Fan Sizhe yesterday, but the latter failed to carry it out?
"Ruoruo, I..."
"The Third Young Master is a man of talent. I am very pleased with his work. I have been reading it day and night. The wonderful parts are so exciting that I can't fall asleep. As you said, it's not good for me to enjoy such a masterpiece all by myself."
Well, this is not implemented very well.
It's just... that's a bit too much praise.
Ye Zheng raised his eyebrows.
Seeing him relax, Fan Ruoruo smiled and continued, "Tomorrow, I want to invite the wives of officials from all the prefectures in Kyoto. I think with the Third Young Master's reputation and talent, they will not refuse to come and copy your masterpiece."
Ye Zheng blinked, his throat felt a little dry. This... was just shooting himself in the foot?
(End of this chapter)