Female Supreme: I have loved you for thousands of years

Every year around September 9th, Xijiao Horse Farm holds a chrysanthemum-viewing banquet, which attracts many people. The reason why the chrysanthemum-viewing banquet at Xijiao Horse Farm has been so popular for a long time is that the chrysanthemums here are blooming particularly gorgeously. Moreover, these chrysanthemums are blooming opposite the horse farm, so the scene is naturally self-evident.

After all, these men who have lived in seclusion for a long time have rarely seen women outside of their home, let alone galloping on the horse field. It is conceivable how great the impact of this powerful visual feast is on them.

I heard that many good stories were told at the chrysanthemum viewing banquet, such as: "I give you a chrysanthemum flower, and I will accompany you for the rest of your life"; "The horse treads on the flying sand, disturbing the flower fairy. To express my gratitude, I give you flowers and promise you a lifetime" and so on.

As time went by, it became a kind of blind date meeting in disguise. But the chrysanthemums were good chrysanthemums, and the horses in the horse farm were all good horses. If there was no intention, it would be natural.

After they returned home, they found that He's mother looked worried, so they went over to ask her.

"Oh, it's okay, but I think I should go out and find a job in the next few days. It's not good to be a rich man here."

"Mother-in-law, what problem have you encountered? Can you tell me about it? Maybe we can help, right, Qing?"

He Qing looked at his mother's worried expression and nodded anxiously: "Mom, are you having problems? Didn't we agree that we would do the carpentry work you are good at when we came to Kyoto?"

"Well, the woodworking products in Kyoto are actually very good. They can do what I can do, and they can do it better. If I want to do better and sell my products, I have to come up with new ideas, but such ideas cannot be thought of in a short time.

Besides, the cost of living in Kyoto is high. We need money for everything, and we don’t have a proper job. This is not a long-term solution, so I think I should go out and find a job first.”

Luo Shu had not expected this: "Mother-in-law, don't worry. My plan is already in preparation. I am still able to support you before it starts. You don't need to worry too much. Our family came to Kyoto to enjoy life. How can we let you go out to do manual labor? It's because I, your son-in-law, haven't done a good enough job. Don't worry, I will get our family back on track as soon as possible."

"Also, for woodworking, you can actually focus on some daily-use items and some accessories, and then add some nice meanings. As for the patterns, just leave it to me. I will give you some new patterns someday. Just follow this idea and I believe your business will definitely get better and better."

Mother He suddenly had an epiphany and regained her spirits: "Okay, I'll go back and think about it carefully."

"Mother, don't worry. Qing'er will work hard with my wife to make money. Our family will work hard together and things will definitely get better and better. Don't worry, you and dad."

Mother He patted the back of his hand and said, "Okay, my Qing'er has become more sensible and filial, but don't be too tired. Listen more to your wife."

He Qing nodded obediently: "Qing'er understands."

After Luo Shu returned to the room, she began to think about new designs. A few days ago, she and A Qing had already drawn several sets of new clothing patterns combining the characteristics of ancient and modern times, China and the West. There would be a chrysanthemum-viewing banquet in three days, which was a good opportunity to show them off. However, the ones she had drawn before were all casual clothes and fancy clothes, but no riding clothes, so she picked up her pen and began to conceive.

He Qing saw her frowning and thinking, and didn't say anything, but looked up at her from time to time with a bit of heartache.

Although Luo Shu was deep in thought, she could feel his concern, so she put down her pen and wanted to call him over. Unexpectedly, they had a telepathic connection, and before she could open her mouth, he walked towards her.

Luo Shu looked at him tenderly as he walked over, then stood behind her, and gently massaged her forehead with his slender jade fingers: "Wife, Qing'er doesn't want you to be too tired, and I don't want to see you frowning. Qing'er will feel distressed when he sees you."

Luo Shu pulled her into his arms from behind: "Okay~ I'll listen to Aqing. My wife is not tired, I was just thinking of new things just now, you see."

He Qing looked at the outline on the paper and asked in surprise: "Is this a riding suit?"

"That's right. I plan to take you to the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet in three days. This is also a good opportunity to make a name for your clothing store. If successful, we can spread the reputation without any effort. Then those ladies from famous families will come here and ask you to design clothes for them. At that time, we only need to design new clothes according to their requirements. This way, you will be freer and don't need to stay in the shop every day like those ready-made clothing stores."

"You will need to work hard in these three days to make this dress."

After listening to this, He Qing felt that this method was indeed good, but he was also a little worried. What if his reputation became known and he couldn't do well?

Luo Shu saw his worry, so he kissed his hand and comforted him: "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything, and I also believe that Aqing can do it, and will do it well."

He Qing thought that his wife had helped him so much, so he must do his best and not hold her back: "Well, don't worry, Qing'er will do a good job and won't let you down." He thought about the two sets of riding clothes that he and his father were rushing to make. If they were quick, three days would be enough.

Luo Shu patted his butt gently: "Silly boy, my wife will never be disappointed in Aqing, as long as Aqing likes it. If you do well, my wife will be happy and proud of you. If you don't do well, my wife will also be proud of Aqing, because my Aqing has made efforts for what he is good at, which is very brave. So my wife will not be disappointed, but will like you more and love you more."

He Qing didn't have time to feel shy as he was moved to tears by his wife's words. His wife treated him so well.

The slightly red look in his eyes made Luo Shu's eyes darken, but He Qing didn't notice.

Luo Shu hugged him and picked up the pen again: "Ah Qing, let's design our first riding suit together, okay?"

He Qing nodded with red eyes, and then the two began to discuss while drawing. However, when they were halfway through, He Qing realized something was wrong and looked back at her cautiously.

She smiled back at him, but upon closer inspection he could see the depth of her eyes, and the abnormality beneath him made him swallow.

She gently rubbed his head: "Focus more, you still have to tailor clothes tomorrow, I think it will be hard, so finish painting early and have a good rest."

He Qing didn't feel conflicted anymore. His wife loved him and thought she wouldn't want him today.

So he turned around and continued to talk about his thoughts with his wife. He didn't care about the abnormality below. After all, he was her husband, and there was nothing abnormal about it.

Before he knew it, the drawing was almost finished, but He Qing suddenly found that his belt had been thrown on the ground.

Also, when did his wife's hand reach into his clothes? When did the pen fall into his hand?

But the burning breath behind him made his head dizzy and he couldn't think. At this time, a low voice sounded in his ears: "A Qing, let's continue and complete the last step, coloring."

He Qing groaned, and the pen in his hand was shaking so much that he could hardly hold it, let alone write.

At this time, the seductive and deep voice sounded again: "Ah Qing, what's wrong? There is only one step left, and you can't let your hands tremble, otherwise you will have to start all over again."

He Qingnin began to color the hot and itchy feeling on his body, but when he was halfway through, he couldn't put the color down, and from time to time he made some ecstatic sounds, "Hmm~wife, wife~Qing'er, Qing'er, hmm~"

Luo Shu's gentle face smiled seductively: "Ah Qing, why don't you paint anymore? We can go to rest only after you finish. Don't you want to rest early, A Qing?"

He Qing bit his lip and shook his head. Luo Shu kissed his lips tenderly to make him loosen his teeth.