Houfu Key Class

Xu Wan stood there, looking at him from a distance.

She had never seen such a look before, always looking at her so intently, as if she was the only one left in his world with color, he could not see everything around him, only her.

She had never seen anyone like this, nor had anyone seen her like this before. For a moment, she felt that Zong Zhao had liked her for a long, long time, perhaps longer than she thought it was love at first sight, otherwise he could not bear such a strong emotion.

Even if he had never really confessed to her, his love was so full that it was about to overflow, and she could feel it even if she was an idiot. That unique preference made her not need to confirm with him again and again: whether he liked her or not.

Yan Suxue curved her lips and whispered, "I'll wait for you in the carriage."

Xu Wan blinked, feeling a little helpless for the first time.

Zong Zhao was already walking towards her, standing in front of her and saying, "I'm here to take you home."

"Oh... oh... OK." Xu Wan explained in a panic, "We were delayed with Madam Lu inside just now, so we came out late. Have you been waiting here? Don't you have something to do with Lord Lu?"

Zong Zhao replied, "I'm not familiar with him, I'm here to pick you up."

Xu Wan: "..."

Actually...actually they were right?

Zong Zhao really came to pick her up...

Xu Wan was at a loss: "But we called a carriage when we went out today, and Suxue is still in the carriage. It's not appropriate for you to get in, right?"

Zong Zhao said: "You sit down, I'll ride a horse."

Xu Wan said again: "Oh, okay, then you don't have to wait for us, you can go back to the mansion first."

Zong Zhao didn't reply, just said: "Get in the carriage, let's go home."

"Okay."

Xu Wan got on the carriage and saw Yan Suxue smiling at her: "Are we right?"

Xu Wan held back her laughter and replied: "Yes, you guessed right, how can you be so smart, my sister Suxue?"

Yan Suxue chuckled: "Sister-in-law, don't tease me, we are just outsiders who can see clearly, you are now in Mount Lu, but you don't know the true face."

"Mount Lu..." Xu Wan gently twisted the words in this poem, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

Arriving at the door of the house, Yan Suxue said to her as soon as she got out of the car: "Sister-in-law, I'll go back to the courtyard first."

"Ah? So urgent?" Xu Wan lifted the curtain and saw that Zong Zhao was still waiting for her. She instantly realized that Yan Suxue didn't want to be a light bulb, so she changed her words and said, "Okay, goodbye."

Yan Suxue covered her mouth and laughed secretly, entered the mansion and walked towards another courtyard.

Xu Wan said to Zong Zhao while entering the mansion: "You really rode a horse and walked all the way beside our carriage. Don't you think it's slow?"

Zong Zhao replied: "There's nothing urgent, no need to rush home."

Xu Wan was convinced: it makes sense.

The two walked side by side, still politely, and the old lady who was secretly peeping was so angry that she whispered: "This bastard has not made any progress. I talked to him so much in vain?"

The old marquis grinned and said: "He hasn't made any progress, why are you pinching me..."

The old lady let go of her hand and said in a deep voice: "If a son is not taught, it is the fault of the father."

The old marquis: "..." A huge black pot.

However, the two of them were whispering in secret, and Zong Zhao heard the sound. He stopped and turned his head to look. Sure enough, he saw his mother gesturing at him, saying something inaudible.

The old lady said anxiously: "Hold hands, hold hands, you are stupid!" But she had to control her voice so that Xu Wan would not hear it, and quickly pulled up the old marquis to demonstrate to her son, "Hold hands, hold hands."

The old couple held their breath and acted, hoping that their stupid son could understand, but fortunately, Zong Zhao really understood it, but he didn't move. His parents were still watching, and he was embarrassed.

In the eyes of the old lady, this was: It's over, stupid to the sky.

Wait until they entered their courtyard.

Zong Zhao quickly caught up with her, first walking side by side with her, then pretending to touch the back of her hand, and finally nervously holding her... finger edge.

Xu Wan stopped and turned to meet Zong Zhao's eyes again.

The heat from his fingers came from his thick, calloused hands. When she looked at him, Zong Zhao's hands shrank a little, but he mustered up the courage to grab them again.

Anyway, he was determined to hold hands.

"What's wrong with you?" Xu Wan didn't understand what he wanted to do.

In fact, Zong Zhao didn't think about what to say. He had been thinking about it all day, but he couldn't say a word when he came to his mouth. Every explanation that he had thought about for a long time became difficult to say in front of her.

But mother said that this couldn't go on.

He finally spoke: "What kind of person do you think my father is?"

Xu Wan was confused by his question with such a random question. She thought: "Very good, with a good temper, easy to get along with, and a perfect family member."

After all, he was his biological father, Xu Wan couldn't really analyze his father's character with him, but the old marquis was indeed rare in this era. Perfect, he revolved around this small family wholeheartedly.

Zong Zhao said, "He is not perfect. On the contrary, he has many shortcomings: he is not that smart, he can't speak, and he is inflexible. He can cut off all ties with people just by saying he won't associate with them. He has no friends, and my mother has the final say on all matters at home."

Xu Wan: "..."

He is indeed his own son, strangling his father's throat and constantly slandering him.

But who would have thought that Zong Zhao suddenly changed the subject and said, "But he is loyal, dedicated, loves his wife, loves his son, and cares about his family. He also has many qualities that ordinary people do not have."

Xu Wan agreed with this very much: "That's why I say he is a perfect family member."

Zong Zhao looked at her and said, "I also have many shortcomings. I have a bad temper and can't speak well. Maybe I can't change them in this life. But I also have many advantages. I can be like my father, not taking concubines or having a concubine. There is only you, and you belong to only one person, and no one can take you away."

Xu Wan was shocked.

This was more shocking than the letter of guarantee he wrote to her. Not hanging out with prostitutes only meant that he would be a self-disciplined person and would not go to those places of pleasure to make trouble. And not taking concubines or having a concubine would be equivalent to standing on the opposite side of all the powerful men in the capital and being the most incompatible person.

Every other family has it, but he doesn't. Over time, all kinds of unbearable rumors will spread everywhere, saying that he is inhumane, that he is a loner, and that he will probably become someone that no one in the capital wants to associate with, just like the old marquis.

But Zong Zhao didn't seem to care about these. He grabbed her fingers and raised them, asking devoutly and seriously: "Can you try to like me? The kind of love that makes you happy when you see me, miss me when you don't see me, and always cares about me in your heart, not just your nominal husband."