Cui Lingyao was curled up in a rocking chair, a thin blanket draped over her. Her hair was casually pinned up, and her face was free of powder and rouge, leaving her looking fair and pristine.
She was beautiful.
An understated and refined sort of beauty.
While reviewing his memorials, Xie Jinbai would occasionally glance up to look her way.
For a long time, the only sound in the study was the quiet rustle of turning pages.
That is, until Li Yong knocked on the door and presented an invitation from Chen Minrou.
Cui Lingyao had barely taken the invitation when Xie Jinbai set down his bamboo brush. "Don't you dare leave me behind to go see her."
"…" Cui Lingyao was at a loss for words. "If I don't go see her, can I invite her over instead?"
"No," Xie Jinbai said, looking at her. "You said you would treat me well. If so, then you should devote yourself wholeheartedly to me. Don't waste your energy on anyone else."
Cui Lingyao was speechless.
