Xue Ran raised his hand to brush a falling leaf off Feng Guang’s head. She froze for a moment at his gesture. He smiled. “Miss Xia seems quite different from the rumors I’ve heard.”
“I know, they say I bully the common folk and am arrogant…”
“Well, thinking about it now, rumors are just rumors. They shouldn’t be believed entirely.”
Feng Guang looked at him with confusion, not understanding why he brought this up but decided not to press it. Then, in a sudden leap, she jumped onto him. Xue Ran instinctively caught her to keep her from falling.
His ears turned red. “Miss Xia…”
“Xue Ran, do you think I’ve lost weight?”
“…You’ve only been running for half an hour,” he said, though half of that time you were sitting on the ground resting.
Feng Guang thought for a moment. “True, it’s only been one day of running. You wouldn’t notice any difference. But it’s okay Xue Ran, remember my current weight. Tomorrow, I’ll run again and you can see if I’ve gotten thinner.”
Xue Ran nodded stiffly. “Mm…”
Ignoring his shy reaction, Feng Guang quickly got down from him, took his hand, and started walking back. “I’ve run long enough to give that little brat some face. I’m hungry, and it’s probably mealtime at Tangmen, so let’s go back and eat!”
“Mm…” He turned his face slightly to the side, too shy to look at her.
At Tangmen, all the guests stayed in a shared courtyard, so they also ate together. The elderly Lady Tang, not wanting to entertain guests at every meal, had reached a point in her life where she no longer felt the need to do so. After all, even the Wulin Alliance Leader had to address her respectfully as a senior.
At the dinner table, Guan Yueyue, in a very good mood, placed a piece of meat in Qingyu’s bowl. “Junior Brother, you did well this time. That Summer Fengguang, I’ve never liked her. Hmph, she even tried to seduce our master—she deserves to be taught a lesson!”
Qingyu remained silent.
Yi Wushang, sitting beside Guan Yueyue, spoke up. “I heard that she’s running around Tangmen.”
“Oh? Are you feeling sorry for her?” Guan Yueyue pouted. “Well, she is your fiancée, so it makes sense you’d feel that way.”
“Yueyue, you know that my engagement with her was just for mutual benefit,” Yi Wushang explained. When he was young, he needed strong support to become the Wulin Alliance Leader, and the Xia family needed a leader to boost their reputation. The engagement between Yi Wushang and Summer Fengguang was merely a strategic alliance.
Guan Yueyue’s expression softened slightly, but she still pretended to be dissatisfied. “What’s the point of explaining so much? Summer Fengguang is your fiancée, that’s the truth, right?”
“Yueyue…” If it had been Nangong Li, Yi Wushang would have already pinned her against the wall and kissed her into silence. But now, he was Yi Wushang, a quiet and straightforward man.
Seeing their playful banter, Qingyu suddenly felt irritated. He put down his chopsticks and stood up.
Guan Yueyue called out to him. “Junior Brother, where are you going?”
“I’m full,” Qingyu said, then stepped away.
Guan Yueyue shouted after him, excited. “Junior Brother, the trick I taught you to have Summer Fengguang run around Tangmen was a good one, wasn’t it? Next time she comes to see you, have her run from the bottom of the mountain to the top!”
Qingyu didn’t plan to respond, but as he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.
Outside, Feng Guang, who had been walking back with Xue Ran, was wearing a veil, so her expression couldn’t be seen, but her eyes, dark and shining, seemed to convey the realization of something.