Chapter 17 Still Don’t Wait For Him

“Why do you have to wait until you get back home?”

Gu Jinghui asked.

Qin Yuan smiled but said nothing.
Gu Jinghui stared at her bright red lips soaked in hot tea, his Adam’s apple rolling. Just as he was about to say something, Qin Yuan looked at the hourglass in the corner and said softly, “Calculate the time, it’s time for her to come.”

“what?”

Gu Jinghui asked curiously.

Qin Yuan changed the subject and said, “My Lord, tomorrow is the day to return to my parents’ home. Mother personally made a list of gifts for me to maintain my dignity. You and I are husband and wife…”

The implication couldn’t be more obvious.

Gu Jinghui took over the conversation before she finished speaking, saying sternly, “Yuan’er, I’ve kept this important matter in mind, you, you…”

His face flushed, and after a long pause he managed to say the rest of the words with difficulty: “You are my legitimate wife, and you will be the mother of my child in the future. Old Lord, you will be buried with me. I will give you all the respect you deserve, so just rest assured.”

It was as if he wanted to swear to the sky to show his sincerity.

The roots of the ears were red.

Qin Yuan was just reminding her, so she nodded and said, “That’s great. I will remember everything you say, my husband.”

The room suddenly became quiet.

Gu Jinghui hesitated to speak, just held the tea bowl and took a sip slowly.

The slightly bitter tea swirls between the lips and teeth, and in the end, it is actually a bit sweet.

At this time, a little maid outside called Hongye in a crisp voice, and Hongye went out.

Qin Yuan raised her eyelids and glanced at Gu Jinghui lightly.

Gu Jinghui felt a little panicked for some reason. Soon, the quick-talking Hongye came back with a sour face and said, “My Lord, my Madam, Madam Zhao sent someone to invite you again. She said that Yu Jieer went out to play with you today and got caught in the wind. She is crying and wants to see her father.”

“Oh?” Qin Yuan said.

Listening to Qin Yuan’s somewhat lingering ending tone, Gu Jinghui suddenly felt a little guilty for some reason.

“My Lord, would you like to change your clothes and come over to take a look?”

Qin Yuan turned around and asked, her tone and expression as calm as if she was asking him if he wanted tea or dinner, without any trace of emotion.

Gu Jinghui certainly didn’t want to see Qin Yuan get angry with him because of this, but he also didn’t want to see her like this.

Without waiting for his answer, Qin Yuan stopped talking and just sipped the tea in her hand.

Every move is leisurely and calm.

It seems that she doesn’t care about anything.

This included himself.

Gu Jinghui stood up suddenly and said, “Madam, I will be back as soon as possible. I have wronged you these past two days because of the children’s affairs. I will make it up to you later. You don’t have to worry about my return home tomorrow.”

Qin Yuan responded in a tepid voice, saying, “You and I are originally husband and wife, so there is no need to be so formal, I don’t mind. I will leave at 3:30 am tomorrow to return home, what do you think, husband?”

Gu Jinghui hurried out and nodded, “Okay, Madam, I’ll make the arrangements.”

After leaving the house, Gu Jinghui slowed down his pace. Gu Shiliu didn’t know why, so he also moved slowly.

Inside the house, Hongye said mockingly, “What will it be next time? The son is sick, the daughter is sick, and next time you’ll say that Lady Zhao is sick?”

Gu Jinghui paused, snorted barely audibly, and then heard Qin Yuan say indifferently: “Look, after so many times, you are too lazy to say sarcastic words in front of the Marquis. This is called getting used to it. After a while, will you still care about this?” Hongye muttered: “Miss, what are you talking about? Do I still need to use Madam Zhao’s family to cultivate my character?”

The flesh on Gu Jinghui’s right cheek couldn’t help but twitch.

He walked out of the courtyard with a gloomy face and in silence. Gu Shiliu followed him obediently without saying a word.

Outside the courtyard gate, the maid sent by Lady Zhao saw him and showed off to the two maids guarding the gate with a smile on her face: “I told you that the Marquis loves Sister Yu, and Lady Zhao was crying hard just now. You don’t have to worry about her now.”

Gu Jinghui didn’t bother to pay attention to her.

Gu Shiliu asked: “Why didn’t you go into the courtyard and call the Marquis this time?”

The old woman glanced at Gu Jinghui’s expression and complained, “Madam is very strict. Wutong Garden has replaced the old woman guarding the gate and is blocking people from entering.”

Gu Shiliu chuckled: “This place is different from Saibei. Every courtyard in the mansion has the same rules. Isn’t it the same every time you go to Madam Six’s courtyard?”

The old woman remained silent.

Gu Jinghui put his hands behind his back, his face as gloomy as water, and strode towards Fengxuan Pavilion with big strides. The old woman followed closely behind him, jogging and panting.

Qin Yuan was not idle either.

She called a few maids in the yard to come into the house and talk, “I still have a few vacancies for maids in my house. Who of you is willing to come in and serve, please talk to Cuiming before 3 p.m. tomorrow. But I’ll be frank with you, don’t think of becoming someone close to the Marquis. If you have this idea, you don’t have to come. It’s better to seek advancement elsewhere, so as not to be kicked out and lose the dignity accumulated in the Marquis’s mansion for generations.”

Once the people who are most familiar with each other start vying for favor, it is not as simple as being at odds with each other.

Qin Yuan likes to set the rules first.

Several maids became interested after hearing this. The marquis’s wife only brought two personal maids, and the other four younger maids were all relatively young, and the time was right when they were short of people. If they served well, maybe they could compete for the position of first-class maid.

After Cui Ming took the people away, Qin Yuan said to Hong Ye, “I looked at the booklet today. The Marquis’s wife has six first-class maids, with a monthly salary of three taels; twelve second-class maids, with a monthly salary of two taels; and twenty-four third-class maids, with a monthly salary of one tael.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hongye’s face was swept away with frustration, and she jumped up and down with a smile on her face. “I’m rich, I’m rich. I’m really successful. My monthly salary has increased to three taels.”

Cuiming came in, and Hongye threw herself on Cuiming again, giggling.

“Cui Ming, we have a monthly allowance of three taels of silver every month. The Marquis’s Mansion is really generous.”

Cui Ming also smiled foolishly.

Qin Yuan waited until they were happy enough before saying, “This is just the beginning. When our dowry shop makes a lot of money, I will give you a few hundred taels of silver as a reward, so that you can be richer than the wives of small officials.”

Hongye screamed, hugged Qin Yuan and asked, “Really? Really? My lady.”

Cui Ming frowned and said, “Young lady has been spending a lot in the Marquis’ Mansion. I see that everyone likes to give her tips. The monthly allowance alone is definitely not enough. I’m afraid that the dowry money will also be used. Young lady has never managed a shop before, so she’d better be careful.”

Qin Yuan nodded and said, “Cui Ming is right. It is always better to be cautious.”

These two personal maids who grew up with her suffered a lot in their previous lives, and Cui Ming even lost her life early. She will never let them suffer again in this life.

Living her life over again, could it be that she still cannot protect the people around her?

The three of them were busy for a while, and Qin Yuan was about to rest. Hong Ye asked in surprise: “Aren’t you going to wait for the Marquis to come back tonight?”

Qin Yuan shook his head and said, “No need to wait for him, you can just sleep on the footstool tonight.”

“But……”

Cui Ming said, “We have to go back home tomorrow, Miss, you should have a good rest.”

Hongye stopped talking, hugged the thin blanket and Cuiming and accompanied Qin Yuan to rest.

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