May this scumbag husband, who favored his concubine over his wife, rest in peace.

"You're being targeted?" Wen Yuanshu's tone was a little strange.

Lu Chengyuan may have a handsome face, but with his fearsome demeanor outside, how could anyone dare to have designs on him?

Lu Chengyuan then lifted his eyelids and glanced at her: "Not now, but that may not be the case in the long run."

The one who has feelings for him is Wen Yuanshu's cousin. If Wen Yuanshu finds out, wouldn't she be caught in the middle and in a difficult position?

"Alright," Lu Chengyuan turned over, his grip still firmly on her hand, "Go to sleep."

-

For two days in a row, Lu Chengyuan stayed with Wen Yuanshu, never leaving the house.

These past two days, Wen Siyu has been visiting her courtyard very frequently, almost making three trips a day.

"Cousin, these are some pastries I made especially for you. Would you like to try them?" Wen Siyu smiled as she placed a plate of freshly baked pastries next to Wen Yuanshu. "I wonder what your taste is like, cousin? They're not too sweet. Would you like to try them?"

The pastry was exquisite, and it had a delicate sweetness when you tasted it.

But while eating it, there was always a sense of familiarity.

Wen Yuanshu ate one and then stopped: "It tastes very good."

Wen Siyu nodded, then pushed the pastries toward Lu Chengyuan, saying in a forced tone, "Since my cousin isn't eating them, then Mr. Lu, why don't you try some?"

She knew that a man of Lu Chengyuan's stature had probably never encountered a woman who treated him like she did, and that her actions would surely leave a deep impression on him.

Wen Qinglan's pastry-making skills are superb; she is confident that Lu Chengyuan will like it as long as he eats it.

If you can win Lu Chengyuan's heart through his stomach, how far are you from winning his heart?

Her mind was racing with calculations, but Lu Chengyuan only glanced at her and said indifferently, "I just ate with your cousin, I'm not hungry."

Wen Siyu was taken aback, then quickly said, "I made this pastry myself, it's very delicious, I brought it here especially for you and my cousin to try!"

“Hmm,” Lu Chengyuan nodded slightly, “It’s enough that your cousin has tried it.”

Such a casual remark shut Wen Siyu up.

She opened her mouth, and after a long while said, "Well, alright then, if you don't want to eat it, then forget it."

As she spoke, she put the pastries away again, and a smile returned to her face: "Cousin, just tell me whenever you want some, and I'll make more and bring them to you."

Wen Yuanshu smiled and nodded.

Seeing that Lu Chengyuan's gaze had never been on her, and that chatting with Wen Yuanshu was a waste of time, Wen Siyu became restless.

"Cousin, I came here to bring you some snacks, so I'll head back now," Wen Siyu said.

Wen Yuanshu's smile remained unchanged as she nodded again: "Okay, drive carefully."

Although it's only a few steps from her yard, we still couldn't avoid exchanging pleasantries.

Wen Siyu nodded, glanced at Lu Chengyuan restrainedly, and then got up and left.

"Chunhua," Wen Yuanshu said, "take the snacks down and distribute them."

"Yes!" Chunhua stepped forward, picked up the snacks, and ran off.

Wen Yuanshu's gaze fell on the spot where Wen Siyu had just sat, as if she were deep in thought.

Lu Chengyuan followed her gaze and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Yuanshu came to her senses and said, "It's nothing, I just feel that... Siyu's taste needs improvement."

This whole thing is like throwing a flirtatious glance at a blind man.

Upon hearing this, Lu Chengyuan knew she had figured it out, so he scoffed, "Come on, you can't even recognize a stinky rock from a latrine as a treasure, and you're criticizing others."

In his opinion, other people's eyesight is much better than Wen Yuanshu's.

Wen Yuanshu gave him a reproachful look: "Don't talk about yourself like that."

She's interested in him now.

Lu Chengyuan: "..."

Why can't I be happy when I first learn about Wen Yuanshu's feelings?

Lu Chengyuan only had two days to rest, and those two days passed in the blink of an eye before he started working again.

The day when the barbarian leader would enter the capital was drawing ever closer, and the situation in the capital had become extremely tense, requiring constant attention.