Overdo - Purple Lane and Green Gate

Purple Lane and Green Gate

The spring breeze still lingers, intentionally following the willows by the embankment. The touch of "moth-eyebrow" yellow is almost ready; it is the time of the Pure Brightness festival.

Last year, at the purple lane and green gate; tonight, my soul is like scattered clouds and rain. To squander a lifetime of heartbreak, only a few dusks are required.

Because of the Lunar New Year holiday, the Shuangqiao Mansion appeared even more tranquil than usual. Madame Murong had received a Western education since childhood and had spent many years abroad, so she held the Lunar New Year in very low regard. However, following the long-standing tradition of hosting a tea party at home after the New Year to entertain relatives and friends, she personally supervised the servants in decorating and cleaning. When Murong Qingyi returned home and saw the busyness everywhere, he followed the corridor to the door of the small west sitting room. Weiyi had already spotted him and called out, "Third Brother." She turned back to make a face at Susu, "Look, Third Brother has really turned over a new leaf. He used to be nowhere to be found all day, but now he's home before the sun sets." Susu stood up gracefully, smiling without a word. Weiyi had no choice but to stand up reluctantly and said, "Future Third Sister-in-law, you are truly just like Mother, always standing on ceremony. It's a pity Mother stayed abroad for so many years, yet she has become such a conservative in this regard." This remark made Susu’s face flush, and she said in a low voice, "Family rules are always necessary." Weiyi chirped, "Hmm, family rules, wonderful. Are you finally willing to admit that this is your home?" She had a lively disposition and had gradually become familiar with Susu; since the engagement, she had spent the most time with her, so she teased her without restraint. Seeing Susu blush, she simply beamed.

Murong Qingyi reached out and gently tapped Weiyi on the forehead, saying, "It’s one thing that you don’t stand up when you see me, but don’t get used to being lazy. You’d better not just lounge there when you see Mother later." Weiyi stuck her tongue out at him and said, "I’m going to practice the piano. I’ll leave this space to you two." She stood up and left like a gust of wind.

Only then did Susu look up and ask with a smile, "Why are you home so early today?" Murong Qingyi saw that she was wearing an autumn-colored brocade qipao, embroidered with tiny patterns in silver thread, which made her bright eyes and white teeth even more striking. Under his gaze, she slowly lowered her head again. He smiled and asked, "What have you been doing today?" She replied, "I studied English and French in the morning, and Chinese classics and etiquette in the afternoon." He chuckled softly and said, "Poor child." Susu said, "It is because I am too slow-witted that I cause Mother such worry." Murong Qingyi held her hand and said, "Those things are needed in daily life, which is why Mother has people teach you. Actually, as time goes by, you will naturally master them." He added, "Today is the Lantern Festival. Let’s go see the lanterns."

On the night of the Shangyuan Festival, the moon hangs above the willow branches, and people make appointments after dusk. Her heart felt a slight sweetness, but she shook her head gently, "I can’t. I have to learn dancing tonight." He said, "It’s just a fox-trot or a waltz; I’ll teach you later." As he spoke, he caught the faint, lingering fragrance from her neck—faint and ethereal, yet refusing to dissipate—and he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What perfume are you wearing?" She replied, "None." After thinking for a moment, she said, "There are sachets filled with clove flowers in the wardrobe; the clothes might have picked up the scent." He retorted, "That was in the wardrobe before. Why is it that I only notice the fragrance today?" He was too close; his warm breath brushed against the stray hair at her temple. Two flushes of red appeared on her face, like the sunset clouds by the river, spreading all the way to her ears. She said softly, "How would I know?"

After dinner, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he did indeed come upstairs. Although Susu had some reservations, seeing him dismiss the dance instructor with a few words, she had no choice but to let him have his way. The two of them slipped out of the house quietly, and he drove the car himself. Susu asked with concern, "Just running out like this, without taking a single person with us?" He smiled and said, "Why would we need to take them? Nothing will happen. We’ll just go quietly to see the sights and come right back."

The streets were indeed lively, with people watching the lanterns and watching each other. Huating Street was hung with countless colorful lanterns. Not to mention the shops on both sides, even the trees were fully draped with them. The crowd under the lights surged like a tide; the hustle and bustle of carriages like flowing water and horses like dragons was truly like the east wind blowing open a thousand trees of flowers, and the falling stars looking like rain. Outside the shops, people were competing to set off fireworks; in mid-air, a cluster appeared here, a glimmer there—a world of fire trees and silver flowers that knew no night. The flower market was even more crowded. Murong Qingyi held her hand, squeezing through the throng, finding it amusing. He warned her, "Don’t let go. If you get lost later, I won’t come looking for you." Susu smiled, "If we get separated, can’t I find my own way back?" Murong Qingyi gripped her hand tightly and said, "Not allowed. You must stay with me."

The two of them walked through the flower market and ended up sweating from the crowd. He, however, was in high spirits, "I never knew before that the New Year could be this lively." Susu said, "Today is the last of the festivities; tomorrow the New Year is officially over." He replied, "Look at you, always saying such dampen-the-spirit things."

Turning a corner, they saw someone selling wontons, and he asked her, "Are you hungry? I’m hungry." Susu heard him say this and knew he was mindful that she might not be used to the Western meal served that evening and was likely hungry. Her heart felt full, like a sail billowing in the wind, and she shook her head, "I’m not hungry." Yet, he had already sat down and ordered, "A bowl of wontons." He smiled at her, "Eat slowly, I’ll wait for you here. After the wedding, I’m afraid it won’t be so easy to sneak out to eat like this."

She said in a low voice, "If Mother knew we were sitting on the street eating, she would surely be angry." Murong Qingyi smiled, "Silly, how would she know? Just eat slowly."

The wontons were a bit salty, but she finished every bite. He sat there waiting for her, surrounded by the dazzling lights, and the silver fireworks blooming in the night sky made his face flicker in the light and shadow. Her heart, however, was bright and transparent, shining like crystal. He only saw her look up and smile; that smile was so dazzling that the fireworks in the sky behind her paled in comparison.

The magnolia flowers in the Shuangqiao Mansion were the first to bloom with the first touch of spring. The magnolia trees in front of and behind the house bloomed with countless white flowers, looking like cups of mutton-fat jade, brimming with infinite spring light. After the magnolias bloomed, it seemed only a matter of days before the crabapple blossoms under the eaves bloomed with the intensity of fire, until spring was as deep as the sea. Susu sat in a rattan chair, lost in thought. Weiyi snuck up from behind and patted her shoulder, "Third Sister-in-law!" It gave her quite a start. Weiyi asked with a grin, "Third Brother has only been gone a day, and you already miss him?" Susu turned her face away, stammering, "I was just wondering how one should say 'spring' in French." Weiyi let out an "Oh," then teasingly recited, "Suddenly seeing the color of the willows on the street—"

Nearby, Jinrui put down her magazine and laughed, "This little imp, she’s even learned to drop literary references. So bookish—it’s hard for her to recite, and I don't understand a word of it." She had also grown up abroad, and her Chinese was not as proficient as her Western languages. Susu had been cramming Chinese classics for months, so she naturally understood such simple verses. Her face instantly flushed, and she only said, "Don't listen to Fourth Sister's nonsense, Elder Sister."

Jinrui said with a smile, "I truly don't know what they were thinking, arranging for Third Brother to go on a business trip during his honeymoon." Susu became even more embarrassed, "Is Elder Sister mocking me too?" Jinrui knew she was always shy, so she just smiled and let it pass. Weiyi pulled over a chair and sat down as well, saying, "The weather is so comfortable, let’s go out and have fun." Jinrui asked Susu, "Are you coming? Let’s go to Qiyu Mountain to see the cherry blossoms." Susu shook her head, "I won't go. I have a French lesson in the afternoon." Weiyi said, "Haste makes waste; I think you are being too serious." Susu replied, "Last time when I accompanied Mother to meet the Minister’s wife, I nearly embarrassed myself. I still feel very ashamed when I think about it." Weiyi stuck to Susu’s arm like a piece of taffy, "Third Sister-in-law, let’s go together. It’s only fun when there are many people. If you want to learn French, Elder Sister and I will teach you. At worst, starting today, we’ll only speak French when the three of us are together—I guarantee you’ll learn quickly." Jinrui also smiled, "Going out for a walk is better than being bored at home all the time."

Because Weiyi was the youngest, everyone in the family doted on her, and she even dared to act spoiled in front of Murong Feng. Susu knew she couldn't refuse her, and since Jinrui was the eldest sister and had already spoken, she went along with them.

During the cherry blossom season at Qiyu Mountain, a blockade was set up at the park entrance at the foot of the mountain, with signs prohibiting cars from entering. The three of them were in Li Boze’s car; the park recognized the license plate and naturally let them pass immediately. The car drove straight in like a gust of wind, all the way up the mountain. Susu hadn't been paying attention, and only after getting out of the car did she ask, "Didn't they say cars aren't allowed in here during the flower season every year?" Weiyi paused for a moment and asked, "Is there such a rule? I’ve been here twice in previous years and never heard of it." Jinrui smiled, "Of course they don't let other people's cars in. Don't let it slip in front of Father later, or the old man will make us copy the family precepts again."

The three of them walked along the stone-paved mountain road, winding their way up. Though attendants followed from a distance, they were still quite conspicuous. Susu was not used to wearing high heels on a mountain road, but fortunately, Jinrui and Weiyi were walking slowly. After walking for a while and seeing a pavilion ahead, Weiyi immediately cried out, "Let’s take a break." The attendants had already brought silk cushions to spread out, and Jinrui said with a laugh, "We are really pathetic. We insisted on coming out to climb the mountain, but we’ve only walked this little bit and already need a rest.”

Weiyi sat down and said, "I don’t know why, but as soon as I get home, I become lazy. The winter before last, when I was in Switzerland with my classmates, we went skiing every single day. Even when my legs felt stiff, I didn’t feel tired." Susu had broken into a light sweat, and the gentle breeze blowing against her face made her feel refreshed. All around her, cherry blossoms were drifting down in a scattered flurry, like rain. As they settled on the ground, they formed a thin layer of crimson snow; the scene was so beautiful that she couldn't help but sigh softly. Suddenly, she heard someone call her name: "Susu."

She turned her head, both surprised and delighted, "Mulan."

Mulan also wore a look of pleasant surprise and said, "So it really is you." Xu Changning, standing behind her, stepped forward and greeted them with a smile, "Eldest Miss, Third Young Mistress, Fourth Miss—the three of you have such elegant taste, out for a stroll today."

Jinrui smiled at him, "Changning, that matter you promised me last time when we were eating at Ruyilou, have you finished it?" Changning replied with a smile, "Since the Eldest Miss gave the order, how would I dare to delay? It was taken care of early this morning." He made no move to introduce Mulan, and neither Jinrui nor Weiyi asked. Instead, Susu said, "Eldest Sister, Fourth Younger Sister, this is my friend, Fang Mulan."

Jinrui and Weiyi both nodded and smiled at Mulan. Mulan said to Susu, "I saw the photos of your wedding in the newspaper; it was truly beautiful."

Susu didn’t know how to respond, so she smiled and asked, "How about you? When will you and Young Master Xu invite us to your wedding celebration?" No sooner had the words left her lips than Mulan looked toward Xu Changning, who cleared his throat and asked, "The Third Young Master left yesterday, didn't he?"

Susu deeply regretted her indiscretion and quickly replied, "He departed yesterday. By now, I expect he has already arrived." Just then, she heard Weiyi say she was hungry. An attendant opened the food basket, and Susu was surprised to see how thoughtful the preparations were. There were exquisite Western pastries, and when the coffee was poured from the thermal carafe, it was still piping hot. After the five of them finished their coffee, they walked down the mountain together. Seeing Jinrui and Weiyi walking ahead, Mulan whispered to Susu, "You’ve lost weight."

Susu replied, "Really? I don't feel like I have." Mulan said, "It’s just that since becoming the Third Young Master’s wife, you have become even more radiant. Just a moment ago, I almost didn’t recognize you." Susu smiled, "You only know how to tease me." Mulan noticed the string of beads on her wrist, wrapped into a uniquely styled triple-strand soft bracelet. Although the beads were not large, each was perfectly round. Most remarkably, they were uniform in size and possessed a soft luster, emitting a faint pearl-like glow under the sunlight. She couldn't help but remark, "This string of beads is truly wonderful; they must be Southern Pearls." Susu lowered her head to look and said, "I don’t know if they are Southern Pearls or not. They were a gift from Mother, so I wear them every day." Mulan said, "Since they were given by the Madam, they must be of the highest quality. They are undoubtedly Southern Pearls."

It was now nearly noon, and the number of tourists was thinning. Mulan glanced back at the attendants who were following from a distance and suddenly said, "Mr. Zhang invited everyone to dinner again last time." Susu hummed in acknowledgment and asked, "Has the dance troupe started rehearsing a new play? Is everyone doing well?" Mulan laughed, "When everyone mentioned you at the table, they were all filled with envy." She then asked, "The Murong family held a Western-style wedding. For such a major event, why wasn't there a grand banquet for relatives and friends?"

Susu said, "It was Father’s decision, and Mother agreed. Western-style weddings are simple; Father and Mother held a Western-style wedding when they married years ago. The elders' idea was that they didn't want to be extravagant. Who knew it would end up being published in the newspapers anyway?" Mulan smiled, "For an event of such importance, the newspapers naturally would make a big deal out of it." Talking as they went, the two reached the side of the mountain road. Jinrui and Weiyi were already waiting by the car. Feeling quite embarrassed, Susu hurried over, "I was so caught up in chatting that I walked far too slowly."

Jinrui said, "We only just arrived ourselves." The attendant had already opened the car door. Jinrui got in first and nodded toward Changning in the distance, "Come to the house for tea when you have time." Susu waited for Jinrui to board before getting in herself, with Weiyi following. She hurriedly bid Mulan farewell. The three of them got into the car, the attendants took the vehicle behind, and both cars sped down the mountain like a gust of wind.

Back at home, Weiyi complained of sore feet and curled up on the sofa the moment she entered the small living room. Jinrui laughed at her, "You're so young, yet so useless." A maid walked over and said to Susu, "Third Young Mistress, the Third Young Master has called several times." Susu was startled and asked, "Did he say anything about what was wrong?" The maid replied, "He didn't mention any business; he just said for you to call him as soon as you returned." Susu asked, "What is the number for where he is?" The maid paused, shook her head, and said, "The Third Young Master didn't say."

Jinrui laughed, "Where is the need for such trouble?" She reached out, picked up the phone, and said to the operator, "Connect to Pumen, find the Third Young Master." She then handed the receiver to Susu, "Look, you don’t need to know the number." The operator immediately connected the line to Pumen. When the operator there heard it was a call from the Shuangqiao Mansion, they immediately put it through to Murong Qingyi’s line.

Hearing him ask, "Susu?" she quickly replied, "It's me. You called a few times—is there something urgent?" He said, "Nothing urgent, I just arrived, so I called to tell you." Susu asked, "Was the journey all right?" He said, "It was fine. They told me you went out with Eldest Sister and Fourth Sister. Where did you go?" She replied, "We went to see the cherry blossoms." He then said, "You should go out to play often. Being cooped up at home isn't good for your health. You said you had a headache yesterday—did you have a doctor come to check on you?" Susu replied in a low voice, "I just caught a chill; I'm already better today."

On the other end of the sofa, Jinrui was already laughing, "I can't stand these two. I went to all this trouble only for them to talk about nothing. You two talk slowly; Weiyi, let’s go." Weiyi winked at Susu and said with a straight face, "Third Sister-in-law, if there’s anything intimate to say, absolutely don’t say it; the operators on both sides are listening."

Listening to their teasing, Susu felt quite shy, so she said to Murong Qingyi, "Is there anything else? If not, I’m hanging up." Murong Qingyi understood what she meant and said, "I’ll call you again tonight."

Susu hung up the phone and looked back to see that Jinrui and her sister had already left. She asked the maid, "Has the Madam returned?" The maid replied, "She has; she is in the greenhouse." Susu hurriedly said, "I will go see Mother." She walked into the greenhouse, where Madame Murong was entertaining female guests. From a distance, she could hear the sound of laughter and chatter. She walked in and called out, "Mother." Madame Murong nodded with a smile and asked, "I hear you went out to see the cherry blossoms? You should do that more often; young people ought to be a bit more lively." Susu replied, "Yes."

Madame Guo chimed in from the side, "The Madam loves her so much; she truly treats her as if she were her own." Madame Murong held Susu’s hand and smiled, "This child is the most lovable and obedient; she is better than my Third Son by who knows how many times over." Madame Kang laughed, "The Madam truly loves the house and its crows." Madame Murong replied, "I am not just saying polite things in front of people; that Third Son of mine is far less worry-free than Susu." Just then, Jinrui walked in and laughed, "Mother, that’s just 'valuing one's own broom,' as the saying goes—your own children and daughters-in-law are always the best." Madame Murong said, "I suppose I am biased; Madame Kang’s daughters-in-law are also quite outstanding."

Madame Kang laughed, "Compared to the Third Young Mistress, they are like heaven and earth, crows and phoenixes—how could they possibly be mentioned in the same breath?" Jinrui knew that Madame Kang held a grudge because of the Minxian affair, so she said to Susu, "Your French teacher has arrived and is waiting for you there." Hearing this, Susu said to Madame Murong, "Mother, I will go first then." Seeing Madame Murong nod, she said to the guests, "Ladies, please make yourselves comfortable." The guests all bowed slightly and said, "Third Young Mistress, please do as you wish."

After serving afternoon tea, the guests took their leave one by one. Jinrui and Madame Murong sat in the greenhouse talking. Jinrui said, "That Madame Kang is truly detestable, her words filled with hidden barbs." Madame Murong said, "It is, after all, because my Third Son hurt her face once." She added, "You keep accusing me of bias, but I think you are also biased. Everyone says that sisters-in-law are the most difficult to deal with, but that’s because they haven't met you and Weiyi. I know you sisters never liked to meddle, yet you protect Susu so much."

Jinrui said, "Susu is indeed sensible and obedient. I never imagined that someone with her background would have absolutely no trace of arrogance or recklessness. Third Brother chose the right person—I am mostly concerned for Third Brother. He is so infatuated with Susu that it’s almost worrying.”

Madame Murong said, "I can see that my Third Son has poured his entire heart into this." She sighed lightly, "I just feel the same worry as you. I fear that if he becomes too obsessed, it will lead to intolerance. It is said that 'deep love does not last long, and excessive intensity invites humiliation.'" Jinrui laughed, "It is truly my fault for provoking you to say such things. Is it not a good thing that Third Brother has changed his nature and become so devoted?" She paused and added, "Third Brother has always been a bit volatile, but there is a long road ahead. With Susu’s gentle and quiet temperament, there shouldn't be any major trouble."

Madame Murong said, "I feel Susu is simply too quiet. She never says a word to anyone even when she has been wronged. That is a virtue, but I fear it is also a weakness. With Third Brother’s explosive temper, he refuses to listen to anyone, let alone her, since she doesn't know how to speak up for herself. I fear that if a problem arises in the future, the two of them will only lock themselves into a hopeless stalemate."

Jinrui smiled, "A parent’s heart is always full of worry. Everything is peaceful and quiet, yet here Mother sits, worrying about the sky falling."

Madame Murong couldn't help but laugh, saying, "I would be relieved if this were truly just 'worrying about the sky falling.'"

Murong Qingyi had only been gone for four days, yet on the road home, his heart felt like an arrow flying toward its target. The moment he stepped out of the car, he asked, "Is the Madam at home?" The attendant who opened the door for him beamed and said, "The Madam has gone to Fenggang; the Third Young Mistress is in the small study." Having his secret thoughts laid bare by a single sentence, Murong Qingyi couldn't help but smile, "Talkative, did I ask you that?" The attendant, seeing the mirth in the corners of his eyes and knowing he was in a wonderful mood, replied, "You did not ask, Third Young Master, but the Third Young Mistress asked several times why you hadn't returned yet."

Murong Qingyi knew perfectly well that Susu wouldn't have asked such a thing, but the joy still spilled over from his heart. He walked upstairs with quick strides and found Susu sitting there studying vocabulary, her eyes fixed on the view outside the window. He tiptoed up behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Her body jolted, and when she turned her face and saw it was him, she let out a soft "Oh!" and said, "Why didn't I see your car pull in?"

He said, "I was afraid Father might be home, so I got out of the car in the front." He then began to look her over carefully. She felt shy under his gaze, lowered her head, and asked, "You've only been gone for a few days—have you forgotten what I look like?" He let out a thoughtful "Hmm" and said, "Only a few days, but it feels as though months have passed. How does that line from the Book of Songs go again?"

Susu had been working hard to catch up on her classical Chinese studies, so she reflexively recited, "One day without seeing you feels like three autumns." Seeing him wearing an expression of pure, beaming joy, she realized she had been tricked. Her face turned red, and she said, "You come home and start bullying people right away." He only laughed, "How is this bullying? These are your own words." He then asked her, "I called home this morning and they said you were out. Were you out on the town with Weiyi?"

Susu said, "No, Mulan invited me for tea." Upon hearing this, Murong Qingyi said, "You shouldn't associate with Mulan anymore, so as to avoid awkwardness for everyone in the future." Susu was startled and asked, "What happened?" Murong Qingyi said, "Changning is going to be engaged to Huo Shanyun. I think if you continue to see Mulan, others will inevitably start gossiping."

Susu remained dazed for a long time before saying, "How could that be? When I saw Mulan and Changning last time, they were still very intimate." Murong Qingyi replied, "Changning is not a fool. Huo Shanyun is a match in social status for him, and the Huo family is currently powerful. Both their families are happy to see this happen." Susu was simply stunned, and felt a pang of sadness. She asked blankly, "Then what about Mulan?" Murong Qingyi said, "Don't worry your head about her. I’ve asked the servants to draw a bath; let’s go wash up."

The last sentence made her face flush bright red, leaving her flustered and at a loss for what to do, until she finally pushed him out the door.

The weather was gradually turning warm. It was early afternoon, and when the wind passed, one could hear the faint sound of pine waves from the distant valleys, echoing like muffled thunder. The mansion was surrounded on all sides by ancient trees, casting dense shade over the ground, while the new cicadas hidden beneath the leaves screeched with all their might. A cool breeze drifted under the north corridor, which was quite pleasant. It was the time of day when the sun stretches long and people grow weary; Susu was reading a magazine, her hand gradually drooping as she nearly drifted off to sleep, when she heard footsteps. Turning to look, she saw it was Weiyi. She was wearing a tennis outfit and holding a racket, laughing, "Third Sister-in-law, I’ve made plans to play tennis with some friends, let’s go play together."

Susu smiled, "I don't know how to play that; you go ahead." Weiyi said, "It’s so quiet here at home, it’s terribly boring. Let’s go together."

Susu said, "I’ve made plans to have afternoon tea with a friend." Weiyi then said, "Oh, it's rare to see a friend of yours come to visit." Susu said, "We are meeting outside at a coffee shop." Weiyi stuck out her tongue and said, "Then I’ll be off."

Because they were meeting at a coffee shop, Susu changed into a Western-style dress before leaving. As soon as she entered, Mulan laughed, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and your aura has become even more dignified. With this outfit, you look just like a young lady who has returned from studying abroad."

Susu only smiled and said, "It is simply the rules of their household." The waiter came over and said with a smile, "It’s a rare pleasure to see the Third Young Mistress here. We have some excellent cherry ice cream today—would you like some?" He then added to Mulan, "The coconut cake that Miss Fang likes just came out of the oven."

Mulan let out an "Oh my," and said to Susu, "Look at that, this coffee shop is becoming just like an old Chinese restaurant."

This made the waiter feel quite embarrassed, and he quickly said, "Yes, my apologies, I spoke too much."

Susu couldn't bear to see him look so uncomfortable, so she quickly said, "We would like both the ice cream and the cake you mentioned. Please, go ahead." Turning back, she heard Mulan ask, "Is the Third Young Master not at home?"

A trace of sadness appeared on Susu's face as she said, "He has been very busy." Mulan let out a light laugh and said, "He is a man who does great things; it is only natural that he is busy."

Just then, the cake and ice cream were served. Mulan said, "The cakes here are getting worse and worse; even the presentation is poor." Susu tasted the ice cream and said, "I ordered this last time I came; it’s impressive that they still remember." Mulan said, "It wouldn't matter if they didn't remember others, but if they couldn't remember what the Third Young Mistress likes to eat, I’m afraid they wouldn't be in business much longer."

Susu could only smile and say, "They remembered the cake you like, didn't they?" Mulan replied, "Just old customers and old favors, that's all." As they were talking, Susu looked up and saw someone enter through the door; her expression shifted slightly. Mulan was someone who excelled at reading people’s faces and noticed it immediately, so she turned to look. It was Xu Changning. However, he was not alone; he had a female companion by his side. Susu recognized her immediately as the Fifth Miss of the Huo family. She felt an urgent anxiety, but there was nothing she could do. Since it was already a hot day, she felt the breeze from the electric fan clinging to her skin, making her clothes stick to her. She was both anxious and distressed, yet she noticed that Mulan showed absolutely no expression at all. Susu had never been quick-witted, and her heart felt more chaotic by the second. Xu Changning had also seen the two of them and slowed his pace. As luck would have it, Huo Shanyun also spotted them and walked over with a beaming smile to talk to Susu, "Third Young Mistress, what a coincidence today." Susu could only nod and ask with a smile, "Is Miss Huo here for coffee as well?"

Fortunately, Huo Shanyun did not recognize Mulan and continued to speak only to Susu: "When Changning and I got engaged last time, my family held a Shaoxing opera gathering. I remember the Third Young Mistress seemed to like it very much. The famous Shaoxing opera star Shen Yulan is coming to our house the day after tomorrow. I wonder if you would do us the honor of coming over for a simple meal?"

Hearing her speak so politely, Susu could only say, "I am a layman when it comes to Shaoxing opera; I just enjoy the spectacle."

Huo Shanyun beamed, "Third Young Mistress, you are being too modest. Everyone says that when it comes to art, only the Third Young Mistress is a true connoisseur." She added, "It is hot outside, and our family home is an old building, but it is quite cool. When I go back today, I will have an invitation sent to you."

Susu had no choice but to agree. Huo Shanyun turned to Xu Changning and said, "Remember to remind me later. I have been so reckless, it is already very rude of me." Xu Changning then asked, "Has the Third Young Master been very busy lately? I haven't seen him in a while."

Susu said, "Yes, he has had a lot of official business recently." She couldn't help but steal a glance at Mulan, who was eating her cake mouthful by mouthful, appearing as if nothing were the matter at all. Unfortunately, Huo Shanyun was extremely polite and continued talking for a long while before finally walking away with Xu Changning. As soon as they were gone, Susu said, "Let’s go; it’s strangely suffocating sitting here.”

Mulan tossed the small silver spoon in her hand onto the saucer with a soft "clink." Susu paid the bill, and the two walked out. Mulan remained silent, not saying a word even after getting into the car. Worried for her, Susu said to the driver, "Go to Wuchi Lake Park."

The car drove all the way to Wuchi Lake. Once they arrived at the park, Susu accompanied Mulan, slowly walking along the long corridor bordering the lake. The weather was sweltering, and within moments, both of them were drenched in sweat. The lotus flowers in the lake were just beginning to bloom; their emerald leaves stood tall, setting off a few pristine white lotus blossoms that looked like fairies skimming the water. The breeze carried a cool, watery mist. A large-eyed dragonfly hummed silently past them, its wings flashing like silver in the sunlight before it circled back.

Afraid that Mulan was suffering in her heart, Susu tried hard to find something to say. After a moment of thought, she asked, "Has the dance troupe started rehearsing a new play?" Mulan let out a long sigh and said, "I don’t know. I haven't been there for a month." Susu was puzzled. Mulan suddenly stopped in her tracks, startling Susu into stopping as well. She saw two lines of tears slowly falling down Mulan’s face. Susu had never seen her cry before and felt completely helpless. Mulan’s weeping was merely a soft, stifled sound, clearly an effort to suppress her sobs, which only made Susu feel even more distressed. She called out softly, "Mulan."

Mulan’s voice was choked with emotion, "What should I do? What am I supposed to do..."

Susu had no ideas to offer, and hearing this, she could only remain silent. Beyond the veranda was a vast expanse of green waves and lush lotus leaves. Occasionally, a breeze would flip the emerald canopy, revealing the dark green water beneath. The humid air blowing against them was still hot, and the sound of cicadas grew loud all around.

Susu went home feeling heavy-hearted. Because Madame Murong had gone to the Fenggang Mansion to escape the summer heat, the house was quiet. Weiyi, as usual, had gone out and wouldn't be back for dinner, leaving Susu to dine alone. The kitchen staff was very attentive, and besides the standard dishes, they had specially prepared the bamboo shoot and ham soup she liked. With her mind troubled and the heat oppressive, she only ate half a bowl of rice and tasted a few sips of the soup. She returned to the study upstairs and found a book to read. By now, the sky had turned dark, and she was too lazy to turn on the lights; she tossed the book aside and walked to the window.

The streetlamps in the courtyard were lit, attracting countless tiny insects that circled the bulbs in endless, dark loops. There was no one moving about in the courtyard; the vastness of the house only made the silence feel deeper. Her chest felt heavy, as if a stone were pressing against it. After pacing the room twice, she finally had to sit down. On the low table, a stick of sandalwood incense burned with a tiny, red spark. The air seemed as still and stagnant as a pool of water. The faint scent of sandalwood felt like a fish, slipping through the fabric of her sleeves.

She turned on the light and read for a while, but she still felt unwell. Her stomach churned as if it were churning with rough waves, and she finally had to go downstairs. She happened to run into the maid, Sister Yun, and said apologetically, "Sister Yun, could you please check if the kitchen prepared any late-night snacks? My stomach hasn't been feeling well."

Because Susu had always been kind to the servants and rarely asked the kitchen for anything, Sister Yun promised to see to it immediately. After a moment, she returned with a small bowl on a lacquer tray and said, "It’s rose-flavored glutinous rice balls. I remembered you liked them, Third Young Mistress, so I had them make these."

Susu felt a bit nauseous, as if she were suffering from indigestion, and seeing the snack, she didn't want to eat it. However, not wanting to slight Sister Yun’s kindness, she ate two of the rice balls, but her stomach felt even worse, so she had to stop. Just as she walked back upstairs, a wave of nausea hit her. She hurried into the bathroom and, in the end, wretched everything up. Only then did she feel slightly better.

She drifted in and out of sleep until midnight, when she heard someone walking softly. The lights were dimmed to the lowest setting. She sat up quickly and asked, "You're back? Why didn't you wake me?" Murong Qingyi had not intended to disturb her and said, "Keep sleeping, don't get up." He then asked, "Are you not feeling well? You look a bit pale."

Susu said, "It must be the light making my face look yellow—why are you back so late?"

Murong Qingyi said, "I wanted to get home as early as possible, so I traveled through the night. This way, I can free up tomorrow to spend the day here with you." The light from the lamp was extremely dim, and Susu felt self-conscious under his gaze, slowly starting to lower her head. He wouldn't allow it, reaching out to lift her chin. A lingering kiss felt like a spring breeze blowing across a field of blooming flowers.

Susu’s face was slightly damp with sweat. She was exhausted and dazed with sleep, but her neck felt a bit itchy. Susu had always been ticklish and couldn't help but smile, reaching out to push his face away, "Stop it." He let out a "Hmm," and she pressed her finger gently against the stubble on his chin. He asked, "I can't be with you often; do you feel bored being at home alone?" She said, "Mother, Eldest Sister, and Fourth Sister all treat me very well; how could I be bored?" He paused for a moment and then asked, "They treat you well—is it that I don't treat you well?" Being naturally shy, she turned her face away. Beside the bed was a sandalwood screen with Suzhou embroidery, featuring a magnificent crabapple tree. The flowers were clustered together in a complex, flowing design across six panels. She said, "You treat me very well." Yet, she couldn't help but let out a faint, melancholy sigh. He asked, "Then why are you unhappy?" She said softly, "I’m just thinking of that child; if only we could find him..."

Murong Qingyi had a hidden worry, and hearing her say this, his expression shifted slightly. He stroked her hair and said, "I have already sent people to continue the search. Don't keep dwelling on it." Seeing the change in his expression, Susu only said, "How can you expect me not to dwell on it?" Tears welled up in her eyes. He sighed deeply and pulled her into his arms.

It was a rare day off for him, so he didn't rise until the sun was high the next morning. Since he got up so late, he decided to skip breakfast. He went to the study, where Susu was sitting. Although a book was spread out before her, her eyes were fixed elsewhere, as if she were preoccupied. He said, "I didn't even know when you got up."

Susu was lost in thought, and hearing him speak startled her. He was puzzled. She hadn't heard his words clearly and simply asked with a smile, "You're up?" He gave a noncommittal "Hmm" and said, "It’s still most comfortable at home." He noticed the words written on a piece of white paper by her hand and asked, "Practicing calligraphy? Let me see." Before she could reply, he pulled it over to look. It was a few scattered lines of poetry: "The Han is wide; one cannot swim across it. The Jiang is long; one cannot navigate it." Another line read: "Only now do I realize the mistakes of the past; my heart is filled with sorrow, and red tears fall in secret, as I look upon the spring breeze and lament that everything has changed." Although he had received a Western education, he had been tutored in classical studies from a young age and was quite proficient in them. He recognized the source of these lines at a glance, and suspicion immediately arose in his heart, though his face remained perfectly calm.

Susu had written them as a reflection of her feelings for Mulan. Seeing him pick them up, she felt a bit guilty. She heard him ask, "You said you went out to have afternoon tea with a friend yesterday—who was it?" Because he had previously instructed her not to associate closely with Mulan, she feared his displeasure if she told the truth. She hesitated for a moment and said, "It was an old classmate whom you don't know." This was her first time lying to him; she dared not look him in the eye, and her ears felt burning hot, fearing that her face was red enough to catch fire. He gave an "Hmm," and at that moment, a call came for him. He walked away to answer the phone, and only then did she let out a sigh of relief.

After he finished the call, he had to go out again. Watching him, Susu saw that his expression was not very good. However, one could never question his official business, so she simply saw him out and watched until he got into the car before returning inside.

His outing led to dinner at Ruyilou that evening. The table was filled with sons of prominent families, interspersed with several movie stars; naturally, it was very lively. As soon as he entered, Huo Zongqi was the first to laugh, "The Third Young Master is here, over here, over here." He arranged his seat next to the movie star Yuan Chengyu. Yuan Chengyu was an old acquaintance and smiled, "Third Young Master, it’s been so long." Murong Qingyi smiled, "I haven't gone to support Miss Yuan’s recent new film; I truly deserve to be punished." Once Huo Zongqi heard this, he was not about to let him off lightly. He said, "A drinking penalty doesn't count; it’s too common. Since your tolerance is high, today we shall make the punishment a bit more... amorous." The people at the table cheered in agreement. Xu Changning asked, "How so? Everyone needs to think carefully." Huo Zongqi declared, "Our punishment for the Third Young Master is to receive a fragrant kiss from Miss Yuan." Yuan Chengyu was already laughing so hard she was leaning backward, and she cried out, "That won't do! That won't do!" Xu Changning added, "Exactly. Clearly it’s the Third Young Master being punished, how could he end up being the one to gain an advantage?" Huo Zongqi laughed, "On the surface, he is gaining an advantage, but there is a rule: the lipstick mark must not be wiped off. Everyone, think about it—how will he explain this to his Young Mistress when he goes home tonight?" The group clapped and laughed, calling it a brilliant idea. He Zhongze, fearing nothing, added, "Kiss him right on the collar so it’s not easily wiped off!" Yuan Chengyu refused, and Murong Qingyi laughed, "Don't go too far, everyone." But the group was used to horseplay. Two or three people rushed up and pinned Murong Qingyi down, while Huo Zongqi pushed and shoved Yuan Chengyu over. They were used to such rowdy behavior, and only after seeing a very bright, distinct red mark on Murong Qingyi’s collar did they let him go and burst into laughter.

Murong Qingyi had an excellent tolerance for alcohol, but the drinks that night had been particularly heavy. By the time the banquet ended, his heart was thumping violently. As Huo Zongqi arranged for cars to send the guests off, he gave Murong a mischievous wink and said, "Third Young Master, I leave Miss Yuan in your capable hands." Yuan Chengyu arched her brows and remarked, "Young Master Huo, you really won't spare us tonight, will you?" Huo Zongqi gave a playful exclamation of surprise and laughed, "Us? How could I ever dare not to spare you?" Although Murong Qingyi was intoxicated, he knew that if he let Huo catch him on a sore spot, the teasing would never end. The only way was to be magnanimous, which would make Huo lose interest in tormenting him. So, he said to Yuan Chengyu, "Don’t pay him any mind; let’s go." Sure enough, seeing his casual reaction, Huo Zongqi genuinely believed they were turning a charade into reality and watched them leave with a laugh.

Murong Qingyi had the driver take Yuan Chengyu home first. Just as he was about to head back to his own residence, Lei Shaogong, who was always meticulous, reminded him, "Sir is at home today, and it is quite late now." Murong felt the alcohol rising to his head and took a moment to process this, "If Father sees me drunk like this in the dead of night, and knowing the fleet business was pushed aside and left undone, he will surely be furious. Let’s go to Duanshan; we’ll head back tomorrow after Father departs."

Because Susu disliked the electric fan, she lay on the bed with a handheld fan, waving it listlessly. The air was stifling, as if the cover had been taken off a jar of glue; it seemed like water at first, then gradually congealed, making even breathing feel like a struggle. She was drifting in and out of sleep when a sudden jolt of alarm woke her. A flash of light streaked across the night sky outside the window, followed by a gust of wind that caused an unlatched window downstairs to bang rhythmically. There was a chill in the wind, signaling that rain was on its way.

Muffled thunder rolled in the distance, and immediately after, an arc of lightning illuminated the vast room. The curtains and heavy drapes were blown by the wind, fluttering as if they might take flight. Then, the sound of rain began to rustle, dense and urgent. Listening to the torrential downpour, which sounded as if it were right at her ears, she drifted back into a hazy slumber.

Murong Qingyi returned early in the morning. Susu had not yet risen. Seeing him in a rush, she asked, "Are you going out again?"

He gave an "Mm" and said, "I'm going to Wanshan, so I came back to change." As he spoke, he was undoing his buttons, but halfway through, he seemed to recall something. His hands paused, and he glanced at Susu before proceeding to strip off his clothes to bathe. Susu quickly got up and saw his discarded clothes thrown carelessly on the fainting couch. She picked them up one by one, intending to have them washed. When she turned over the last white shirt, she saw a smudge of red on the collar—the exact shade of "apricot red" that was all the rage in Paris this season. She stood there like a fool, clutching the shirt so tightly that her palms were slick with sweat. Her heart felt hollow, as if drained of all strength. The morning should have been cool and refreshing, yet sweat was beading on her forehead. Outside the window, among the trees, a bird chirped with a crisp, melodic, and incessant sound that made her ears ring.

He had already emerged. Because he had washed his hair, it was half-dry, appearing even darker for being damp and soft. He said, "I won't be eating breakfast at home. I probably won't be back until tomorrow." His gaze lingered on her eyes, as if he intended to see right through her. She felt only a hollow sadness. She suppressed the thin veil of moisture in her eyes with all her might, fearing he would notice, and lowered her head. Her voice was barely a whisper as she replied, "Yes."

Hearing her tone remain flat and normal, he seemed displeased, "What is wrong with you? Your voice sounds just like theirs. You aren't an attendant; you must know your own status. When speaking in front of others, don't be so awkward." She could only give a soft acknowledgement. He continued, "Looking at you like this, I fear you won't be able to say a word when you see guests later." Sensing his dissatisfaction, she fell silent and forced a smile, "Mother isn't home, so there are fewer guests." He looked at her and said, "I'm leaving. Don't bother seeing me out."

She had been holding back her sorrow with great effort. Watching him walk away, she finally couldn't hold it back any longer. Tears, cold and sharp, fell onto her lips, tasting as bitter as coptis. Unexpectedly, he turned around at the doorway. She hurriedly lowered her head, but he had seen them after all. He laughed, walked back, and asked, "What's the matter?" She didn't answer, busying herself by wiping away the tears. He took her hand and said softly, "Silly! Regarding yesterday—it was a joke. They insisted on smearing lipstick on my collar. Do you believe me?"

She looked up at him. Though his eyes held a smile, they were clear and serene, like an autumn sea—so deep and tranquil that she felt herself sinking into them involuntarily. She breathed a quiet, peaceful sigh of relief. She—naturally, she ought to believe him, and naturally, she did.

Because of the heavy rain overnight, the leaves on the trees were lush and dripping with green, and the air had become crisp. Susu had ordered a new gown at a foreign-style boutique, and Weiyi had gone with her to try it on. The shop staff were extremely meticulous, using pins to adjust the ill-fitting areas and marking them for alteration. Weiyi laughed, "Third Sister-in-law, you rarely wear Western evening gowns, but you actually look quite beautiful in them." Susu replied, "There’s a ball at home, which is why I ordered this. Everyday clothes are more convenient." Weiyi, with her childish temperament, was delighted by the new clothes. The manager brought out several catalogs for her to look at, and since Susu disliked being fussed over by clerks, she went in alone to change.

The walls of the dressing room were thin partitions covered in lotus-colored, cloud-patterned wallpaper, resembling the faint, hazy mist after sunset; the color was very beautiful. Because the walls were thin, she could hear rustling sounds from the next room, where someone else was changing. She heard a light, coy laugh: "This dress wasn't cheap. Be honest, who paid the bill for you?" Another female voice replied, "What do you mean, 'who paid'? When I buy clothes, I pay for them myself, of course."

Susu had no desire to eavesdrop on others, but the gown was difficult to remove. After finally getting into her qipao, she reached to fasten the buttons under her arm, only to hear the first, soft voice retort: "You can lie to others, but what could you possibly hide from me? Tell me the truth. I heard that you left with the Third Young Master last night—and you didn't go home for the night. This dress today, I imagine he paid for it, didn't he?"

Susu’s hand slipped, and the button fell from her fingertips. She felt intensely lightheaded; her palms were sweaty, and the tiny, flower-shaped knotted buttons of the qipao seemed impossible to catch. The voices next door remained faint and indistinct, but she heard a giggling sound: "You sly thing! Who has such a long tongue? How did you hear about last night so quickly?" The laughter was light and sweet, but a chill crept through Susu’s heart, and her mouth felt as bitter as if she were holding coptis. The conversation on the other side grew quiet, devolving into whispers that were no longer audible. Feeling unsteady on her feet, she walked out to meet Weiyi. Weiyi exclaimed, "Third Sister-in-law, what's the matter? In just a moment, you’ve become so pale!"

Susu said, "It must be the heat." Seeing the two women who had just come out of the dressing room, she glanced at them as if by accident. The woman in front was tall, and her vibrant face still held a lingering, smug smile. She looked somewhat familiar. Seeing Susu looking, Weiyi said, "That's Yuan Chengyu. Several of her new films are currently quite popular." Susu only stared at the dazzling luster on her lips—the exact, breathtaking shade of apricot red. It felt as if she had been struck by a whip, the pain surging up intensely. Yuan Chengyu, unaware, chatted and laughed with her companion, calling the clerk to bring another outfit for inspection. Susu said to Weiyi, "Let’s go." Noticing her terrible complexion and fearing she might be suffering from heatstroke, Weiyi suggested, "It’s so hot. Let’s go sit in the park and have some ice cream; the lake breeze is cool there." Susu, in a daze, merely gave a faint "Mm."

The Western-style restaurant in the park faced Wuchi Lake, and the breeze blowing off the water was very pleasant. Weiyi ordered ice cream, while Susu only asked for a cup of milk tea. Weiyi remarked, "Everything at home is wonderful, except for the lack of a lake breeze like this, which is why Mother loves going to Fenggang every year to escape the heat." Susu forced herself to perk up, "Actually, the house is surrounded by trees, so it’s quite quiet and secluded." After finishing their snacks, the two walked along the veranda. With the dense shade on one side and the emerald waves and lotus fragrance on the other, Susu gradually began to calm down. As they rounded a corner of the veranda, they happened to meet a couple walking hand-in-hand. They met head-on, and the encounter was clear as day. Susu had not yet realized who it was, but the other person froze. It was only then that she recognized Zhuang Chengzhi. He had never expected to run into her; he subconsciously let go of his companion’s hand and hesitated as he greeted her: "Su... Third Young Mistress, hello.”

Susu harbored no resentment and simply said, "It has been a long time, Mr. Zhuang." She then introduced him to Weiyi: "This is Mr. Zhuang, a former colleague of mine." Having grown up with a Western education, Weiyi was very gracious in her conduct. Moreover, out of respect for her sister-in-law, she was always very polite to Susu's friends. After a few more polite exchanges, Susu and Weiyi left the park to go home.

Murong Qingyi returned from Wanshan to find that dinner had already been served at home, so he instructed the servants, "Tell the kitchen to send the meal to my room." As he spoke, he headed upstairs. Susu was staring out the window, lost in thought, and did not notice him enter. He tiptoed up behind her, about to pull her into an embrace, when he noticed tears still lingering at the corners of her eyes. She looked as if she had been crying, and he froze. When Susu saw it was him, she looked as if she had been startled and stood up quickly. He asked, "You were fine just a moment ago; what is the matter?"

She felt a sharp pain in her heart, but she tried her best to appear indifferent. "Nothing. It's just the heat; I'm suffering a bit from the summer malaise." Seeing her eyes dim with sorrow, she lowered her head as if subconsciously trying to avoid his gaze. He asked, "What is really wrong?" She offered a forced smile. "Nothing, truly, nothing at all."

After he finished his meal and went downstairs, he happened to run into Weiyi, who was carrying a cat out of the small sitting room. He asked, "Weiyi, has your Third Sister-in-law been at home all day today?" Weiyi replied, "This afternoon, she and I went to try on clothes and took a stroll in the park." Murong Qingyi asked, "Just the two of you went out? No other friends?" Weiyi said, "Just the two of us." She added casually, "We ran into an old colleague of Third Sister-in-law's in the park. We spoke for a few moments and then came home; we didn't go anywhere else."

Murong Qingyi asked, "An old colleague?" Weiyi, unaware of any underlying issues, said, "It seemed his surname was Zhuang. I heard Third Sister-in-law introduce him as a colleague from the dance troupe." This sentence made his heart tighten—a stinging wound he could not stop. So that is how it is, he thought. So that is how it is.

She had not forgotten. The moment they met, she was this devastated; she had not forgotten at all. He had forcibly taken her person, but he could never win her heart. She wept in secret and forced a smile, all for someone else.

As Weiyi walked further away, he heard the cat in her arms let out a "meow," a sound like feathers lightly sweeping against the inner turmoil in his heart. He paced back and forth in the corridor, filled with resentment—her heart belonged to another, and her tears were shed for another. What made him even more uncontrollable with rage was his own preoccupation; he was actually jealous... she kept her heart for someone else, and he was the one who cared and grew jealous.

The house was very large, and it seemed all the quieter after nightfall. Susu listened to the ticking of the antique clock, which sounded like the "cold water clock" described in books—drip by drip, it seemed to drip directly into one's heart, chilling it to the bone. Wearing soft satin shoes, she walked silently. As she reached the door of the study, which was half-ajar, she heard Murong Qingyi speaking on the phone: "You go ahead first; I’ll be there in a moment." His tone was incredibly gentle. She hurriedly retreated two steps and walked slowly back to her room. After a while, he did indeed come in to change his clothes. She hadn't intended to ask, but a last shred of hope remained. "It’s so late; are you going out again?"

He said, "I have official business." He added, "You go to sleep first. I won’t be back tonight."

She lowered her head. His light, airy sentence had decided everything. Whether he returned or not, his heart was already gone—what difference did it make? She had known all along that happiness would not belong to her; she did not have such luck. Heaven had only played a trick on her, letting her think she once possessed it, only to stingily snatch it all back. He had given her the greatest happiness, only to destroy it with ease. Physical betrayal was merely the beginning of the betrayal of the heart. To him, she was perhaps just a humble object; because of her beauty, he liked her, collected her, grew bored of her, and abandoned her. The days to come would be a vast, endless darkness—a darkness in which she could never hope for light.

The fan still lay on the bedside table, its soft tassels resting on the pillow. Embroidered on the pillow were twin lotus flowers on a single stalk; the pink blossoms were tightly furled around the lotus heart, a beautiful omen of "harmony for a hundred years." A hundred years was so long—it was truly a fantasy, an unreachable luxury. Before the autumn, the moon-white fan has already turned old and desolate.

A beam of light flashed past the window, and she pressed her head against the window frame. The cold, iron grill etched against her forehead was the sight of his car turning around and driving away.

Huo Zongqi hung up the phone and hurried to Duanshan. Lei Shaogong was resting, so Cong Shao-xian was on duty. Seeing Cong standing in the corridor, Huo Zongqi asked, "Have they all arrived?" Cong Shao-xian nodded, and Huo Zongqi walked in to see Murong Qingyi sitting there with a Western jigsaw puzzle spread out before him. Murong was simply clutching the pieces in his hand, throwing them down with a "clatter," before grabbing another handful. Opposite him sat Li Jieyan and Qin Liangxi. Seeing him enter, Murong Qingyi stood up and said, "Let’s go to the card room." They were old partners, knowing each other’s strengths and weaknesses. After a few rounds, Murong Qingyi had lost the most. Li Jieyan, who was on a winning streak, laughed, "It looks like the Third Young Master won't be able to win back his losses today." Murong Qingyi said, "It’s only three o’clock; don't be so certain." Huo Zongqi laughed, "With such success in love, Third Young Master, don't think you can expect the gambling table to be kind to you too." Murong Qingyi said, "You two just love to use your sharp tongues. What success have I had?"

Qin Liangxi chuckled and said, "Miss Yuan is quite beautiful, isn't she?" Murong Qingyi said, "The more you try to paint it, the darker it gets. I won't fall for your tricks." Huo Zongqi remarked, "Today’s events are quite peculiar. Just yesterday the two of you left together in the same car, yet on such a beautiful, moonlit night, you are here playing cards with us. Could it be that Miss Yuan was not to your liking last night? No wonder you seem a bit unhappy—it turns out it wasn't because of the money you lost."

Hearing his suggestive tone, Murong Qingyi couldn't help but laugh, "Nonsense!" Qin and Li could no longer contain themselves and burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, Weiyi thought of something and asked, "Third Brother, what have you been busy with lately? You used to come home at every opportunity, but lately, I haven't seen you."

Susu gave a forced smile. "He must be busy."

Weiyi said, "Third Sister-in-law, your complexion has been terrible lately. Let’s have a doctor come and take a look." Susu’s face flushed slightly. "No need. It’s just the heat; I have no appetite, that’s all."

Jinrui walked over and said, "Fourth Younger Sister, you don’t know yet, but you are going to be an aunt."

Weiyi let out an "Oh!" and laughed, "How could you hide such a thing from me?" Susu hung her head. Weiyi said, "What about Third Brother? He must be overjoyed when he hears. Third Sister-in-law, what did he say?"

Susu whispered, "He is naturally happy." It was rare that he came home for dinner, so she told him the news. At first, he did indeed look very pleased. But seeing her hang her head, the smile on his face vanished in an instant. He asked her, "Why aren't you smiling? Are you not happy?" She could only force a smile and say, "Of course I am happy." But even she could hear how dry and insincere her tone was. His voice deepened, "I understand."

She did not know what he understood, nor did she grasp the meaning behind his words. He turned away coldly. She looked at him with panicked, urgent eyes; whenever he revealed displeasure, she instinctively wanted to retreat. She did not understand what she had done wrong again. She had worked so hard, trying so hard to be a good wife to him, yet in these few short months, her efforts had already been a total failure. He had begun to tire of her, and this weariness filled her with despair and panic. She did her best to endure, never asking about his whereabouts. He came home less and less, and even when he did, he never had a kind or happy word for her. She had nothing, save for him—and he no longer wanted her.

Murong Qingyi had not intended to return, but after dinner, he received a call from Weiyi: "Third Brother, no matter how busy you are, you must come home. Third Sister-in-law is unwell today; she hasn't even eaten." He thought he could remain indifferent, but in the end, he felt troubled. Avoiding her seemed like a way to forget, but the moment he was startled awake, his mind was still filled with her image.

He didn't arrive home until after midnight, and Susu was already asleep. It was rare for her to sleep so soundly that she didn't even wake when he entered the room. A dim lamp was lit in the bedroom; her face was cast in shadow, and she was frowning even in her sleep. He stood there, watching her from a distance. Her unhappiness was entirely because of him. In truth, he had known all along that she had not wanted to marry him, but she had no choice and was resigned to her fate. That was why, in unguarded moments, she would drift off into melancholy. She did not care for him, not in the slightest. He had deliberately tested her by cold-shouldering her, but he had never heard a single word of grievance—she did not love him, so she did not care about his indifference at all. A pain akin to numbness gripped his heart; he had never felt so powerless. She did not want his love, so she did not value him as a person.

Even with the child, she wore only a faint expression of sorrow. She was unhappy, and that expression drove him to madness. Every night, snake-like thoughts gnawed at his heart. She did not love him after all. He loved her so much, yet she did not love him. He had lost everything, ruined completely, and could only instinctively grasp at his own pride. He thought he could easily ignore her, but the moment he returned home and her face appeared before him, this self-deception was shattered into pieces.