Something's Wrong With My Wife

Chapter 54: Young and Beautiful Woman 3

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The room fell silent.

No one spoke again. They could only hear each other’s breathing.

In the end, the old nanny at the door could not help but say with red eyes, “Sir, since Miss likes it, let her be. It’s rare for Miss to go out and even rarer for her to be happy. Even if it’s a little unreasonable, we should try our best to go along with her. I’ll explain to Madam.”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and then at the pale and sickly girl in front of him. He sighed inwardly and stopped hesitating. He walked to the desk and sat down.

A gentle smile appeared on Qin Weimo’s face. She walked over and reached out her fair hand to gently pick up the ink stick.

Xiao Die quickly came over and added some water to the ink stone.

Qin Weimo placed the end of the ink stick on the grinding surface of the ink stone and started to gradually ground it. She said gently, “Actually, I often stay in the house alone and grind the ink myself. I feel that doing this calms me and

I can have peace of mind. Moreover, I like the smell of the ink.”

Luo Qingzhou sat at the table and held a calligraphy brush. He looked at her slender wrist and remained silent. “Brother-in-law…”

Qin Weimo reminded him gently.

Luo Qingzhou came back to his senses and spread out the rice paper. He dipped his brush in ink and pondered for a moment before writing on the paper.

There was an oil lamp on the table.

Xiao Die lit another one and held it in her hand, standing on the other side.

As Qin Weimo gently ground the ink, she looked at the beautiful words outlined on the paper.

The first song was a poem, “Plum and Snow”.

“The plum blossoms and snow vie approaching spring; A poet knows not in whose praises he should sing. The plum blossoms are not so white as winter snow; In fragrance, snow can’t match plum blossoms when the wind blows.” When Qin Weimo saw the last two sentences, her hand trembled slightly.

Luo Qingzhou took the paper away, spread out the second paper, and started on the second poem. He dipped the brush into the ink and set the brush down without hesitation.

Qin Weimo gradually stopped grinding ink. Her gaze was fixed on the tip of the brush and the words it had written. She wanted to hold her breath, but her breathing quickened unconsciously.

Luo Qingzhou did it in one go.

After writing the last word, he put down his brush, picked up the rice paper, blew on it to make it dry faster, and handed it to Xiao Die.

Xiao Die put down the lamp, carefully took the paper from him, and brought it out of the room.

Qin Weimo was still standing by the table with the ink stick in her hand. Her eyes were dazed, and she seemed to be in a trance. She muttered, “As blossoms fall to the ground and turn into dust, there leaves only fragrances that don’t change…’

“Miss…’

Zhu’er called out softly.

Hearing her voice, Qin Weimo snapped back to reality. Under the light, she looked at the young man who stood up from the table with a gentle gaze. Just as she was about to speak, Su Qingwan’s surprised voice suddenly came from outside the window. “Good poem! Good lyrics! What an unintentional love story!”

Then, she said excitedly, “Young Master Luo, sorry to disturb you tonight. I will come back to thank you in a few days. Now, I’m going to look for Aunt and show them these two poems so that they won’t suspect you and slander you again. Your talent is indeed peerless. I am impressed!”

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he hurriedly pushed open the window and said, “Miss Su, didn’t you say that you wouldn’t tell anyone about what happened tonight?”

Su Qingwan was already holding the poem and running excitedly to the entrance of the small courtyard. When she heard this, she turned around and laughed. “Young Master Luo, don’t worry. I’ll tell Aunt and the others not to tell anyone. You can rest assured about that!”

With that, she ran out the door and disappeared into the night.

Luo Qingzhou was speechless.

The small courtyard immediately fell silent.

The room was equally silent.

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze from the window and looked at the girl in the house. Just as he was about to speak, a familiar voice suddenly came from the door of the small courtyard. “Sir, are you awake? Why do I hear a commotion here?”

Under the moonlight, Bai Ling—who was wearing a pink dress—walked in from the entrance of the small courtyard with a puzzled expression..

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