After being reborn, her aloof ex-husband and her crazy deceased husband got into a fight.

Seeing that Meng Yu seemed quite interested in the poetry gathering, a young man in blue standing next to him spoke up.

"The poetry gathering is not over yet. If Young Master Meng is interested, why don't you come and join us?"

This person is Wang Qingming's eldest son, Wang Qunshu, who came here today specifically to accompany Meng Yu and Chu Mingyuan.

Meng Yu was about to nod when his gaze suddenly sharpened and he stopped.

He saw a maid in green walk quickly towards Gan Cai'er, bend down and whisper a few words in her ear. Then, Gan Cai'er got up and followed her away from her seat.

“No need. We common folk should not meddle in such refined matters. The plum blossoms are particularly beautiful today, so let’s take a walk in the woods,” Meng Yu changed his mind.

"That's fine then, Young Master Meng, please."

"I'm just taking a stroll; Young Master Wang doesn't need to accompany me," Meng Yu said indifferently, his nonchalant tone tinged with arrogance.

Wang Qunshu paused, his smile freezing on his face, but he dared not voice any objection.

He couldn't afford to offend the important figure from Kyoto.

Since he could remember, no important figure of this caliber had ever visited Zhushan County. If this young master hadn't been unwilling to make a fuss, the county magistrate would probably have been waiting outside the plum grove.

“That’s right, that’s right. It’s more peaceful to enjoy flowers alone.” Wang Qunshu still had a fawning smile on his face.

“Take a turn to the left from here. There is a pavilion on the slope. From there, you can take in the entire plum grove. It is an excellent viewpoint.”

After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed to the left front.

"Yes, thank you for showing me the way, Young Master Wang." Meng Yu nodded casually.

Then, Wang Qunshu saw Meng Yu walk slowly to the right with his hands behind his back.

"Hey, Meng San, didn't they just say we should go to the left front?" Chu Mingyuan grabbed Meng Yu.

"If you want to go left, you can go by yourself." Meng Yu shrugged and waved away Chu Mingyuan's hand.

Where are you going?

“Naturally, I’m going to admire the flowers. However…” Meng Yu’s lips curled slightly, his eyes filled with amusement, “I’m not admiring plum blossoms, but delicate flowers.”

After saying that, he laughed and strode off to the right.

"Old Chu, don't follow me." Meng Yu's voice came from afar.

Well, who has she set her sights on this time?

Chu Mingyuan stroked his chin and began to ponder.

When he paid his respects to Madam Wang just now, all the women were around, but he barely even lifted his eyelids. He seemed uninterested and didn't appear interested in anyone.

He came out to see the plum blossoms, accompanied only by himself, Young Master Wang, and a few attendants. Why did he suddenly become so interested? Could it be that the plum blossoms have come to life?

No, he has to follow and observe from a distance.

The maid in green who called Gan Cai'er away was Huan'er.

She leaned close to Gan Cai'er's ear and whispered, "Miss asked me to tell you that Miss Wu the Eighth has also come."

Gan Cai'er's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly looked up: "What else did Xiao Xiao say?"

"The young lady said she's waiting for you in Merlin."

Afterwards, Gan Cai'er followed Huan'er. When she arrived, Zhu Xiaoxiao was standing around the plum tree, idly counting the plum blossoms.

"Why is Wu Xin here?" Gan Cai'er asked.

"I only found out when I got there that Madam Wang is Wu Xin's mother's younger sister, and she and Wang Yanran are cousins," Zhu Xiaoxiao said.

"Moreover, I've also heard that it was Madam Wu who arranged this marriage between Young Master Huang and his wife."

"What does the Wang family say about this marriage?" Gan Cai'er asked.

"She seems quite satisfied. I see Wang Yanran has a big smile on her face."

"Oh, right, I came to find you because Wu Xin is missing," Zhu Xiaoxiao said in a low voice.

"What?! She's gone?!" Gan Cai'er exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, I've been keeping an eye on her, and then I noticed she suddenly disappeared. I think she must have gone into the woods, so I came to let you know."

"That's possible. I'll look around then."

After the incident of the night tour of Nanshan, Gan Cai'er had a vague idea in her mind.

As the two were talking, Huan'er, who was keeping watch outside, rushed over and said to them, "A group of young masters are coming this way."

Zhu Xiaoxiao is a well-bred young lady who is not yet married, and it is not appropriate for her to bump into a man in the woods.

"Xiao Xiao, you go back first. Keep an eye on the women's movements. We'll talk about the rest when we get back tonight."

Zhu Xiaoxiao agreed, then led Huan'er around from behind. As soon as she left, Gan Cai'er heard hurried footsteps approaching.

Gan Cai'er looked around and saw a small, gentle slope sheltered from the wind not far away. At the bottom of the slope was a hollow about half a person's height. She quickly walked over and half-squatted in the hollow.

She didn't want to run into anyone.

Firstly, she was too embarrassed at the previous poetry gathering; secondly, the more she said, the more mistakes she made. If she encountered people exchanging pleasantries, she worried that they would recognize her as a woman, and it would be difficult to smooth things over.

A short while later, a group of people came over. They were the students who had been at the table earlier, about five or six of them. They chatted and laughed as they admired the flowers in the woods.

Fortunately, they didn't linger there for long before moving on.

Gan Cai'er breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up and leave when she suddenly heard a lazy laugh behind her.

"Why are you hiding from them?"

The familiar voice and the familiar, casual tone sent a chill down Gan Cai'er's spine. In disbelief and hesitation, she slowly turned around, bit by bit.

Then she saw a man with his arms crossed, leaning lazily against a plum tree, his peach blossom eyes slightly upturned, smiling at her with a smirk.

Who else could it be but Meng Yu!

He was just much younger than the person in my memory.

Gan Cai'er felt her mind go blank with a "buzz," and her forehead throbbed wildly. She felt as if her head was about to smoke.

She had to clench her fist tightly to stop herself from slapping him.

"Calm down, stay calm..." she kept repeating to herself.

Gan Cai'er stared intently at him, her eyes burning with fierce anger, which surprised Meng Yu. What was the source of this young woman's intense hostility towards him?

At the same time, a sudden itch rose from the deepest part of his heart, making him unable to resist wanting to tease this aggressive little cat.

"Is the young master avoiding seeing anyone because he embarrassed himself while composing a poem earlier?"

Meng Yu smiled and slowly walked towards Gan Cai'er, stopping in front of her. He stood very close, so close that Gan Cai'er could feel his presence.

"What's it to you?!" Gan Cai'er shoved Meng Yu away and said fiercely.

After saying that, she stepped to the side, making a move to walk around Meng Yu.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yu stretched out his long arm and blocked her way.

"Or is it that you're afraid they'll find out you're actually a woman?" Meng Yu asked teasingly and frivolously.

With a "bang," the two strings in Gan Cai'er's mind called "reason" and "calmness" snapped.

She hadn't even gone to settle accounts with him yet, and he was already provoking her again?

Gan Cai'er could no longer contain her anger. She pulled out the bone hairpin from her hair and slashed at Meng Yu's arm.

With a "sizzle" sound.

Meng Yu's sleeve was ripped open by the sharp bone hairpin. Meng Yu was stunned; he never expected the woman before him to be so violent, resorting to violence at the slightest provocation.

"Step aside!"

Gan Cai'er gripped the bone hairpin tightly in her hand and glared angrily at Meng Yu.

"That won't work."

Meng Yu glanced at his sleeve and shook it.

“My clothes are torn, Miss, you can’t just leave like this.”

Meng Yu smiled lazily, looking every bit the scoundrel.

Gan Cai'er was instantly filled with rage and malice. She once again swung the bone hairpin in her hand and slashed it towards Meng Yu's face.

Having learned his lesson once, Meng Yu was determined not to repeat it. He sidestepped, easily avoiding the bone hairpin. Gan Cai'er, however, stumbled forward due to the excessive force, and was about to fall to the ground.

Meng Yu quickly reached out to help Gan Cai'er up.

It's late, but it's soon.

Just as Meng Yu approached, Gan Cai'er clenched her other hand into a fist and struck his chin hard.

When it comes to fighting, Gan Cai'er is very experienced.

Meng Yu was supporting the person in his arms. To dodge the attack, he would have to throw the person away. But Meng Yu didn't let go and took the punch head-on.

Gan Cai'er's fist wasn't big, but it was surprisingly strong. When she punched him, Meng Yu gritted his teeth and gasped for breath.

"Sigh~~~"

That really hurts!

Seeing that her first attack had succeeded, Gan Cai'er pressed on and used the hairpin to poke Meng Yu's face again.

Meng Yu dared not be careless any longer, so he quickly let go and took two steps back. But as he stepped back, he stepped on a stone, stumbled, and his body swayed, and he was about to lose his footing.

Seize the opportunity while he's weakened; Gan Cai'er lunged forward...

With a "bang," Meng Yu was knocked to the ground hard, landing on the back of his head, which made him dizzy.

Without hesitation, Gan Cai'er plopped down on his chest, then picked up a nearby stone and started throwing it at Meng Yu.

One, two, three...

Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the woods. Gan Cai'er's anger snapped her back to reality. She glared at Meng Yu resentfully, then threw away the stone, scrambled to her feet, and ran away.

When Chu Mingyuan arrived, he saw Meng Yu lying stiffly on the ground, motionless, his clothes in disarray, with a small stone lying beside him.

Chu Mingyuan was shocked and thought to himself, "Oh no, I didn't keep an eye on him for a second. What happened?"

He rushed forward, intending to help Meng Yu up and check on him. But he saw that Meng Yu's eyes were open, and he was grinning, looking like a fool.

Those eyes, which were usually so languid, suddenly sparkled.

"Meng San, are you alright?" Chu Mingyuan gently nudged him.

Meng Yu's gaze swept across Chu Mingyuan's face, but he couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention. Right now, all he could see was Gan Cai'er glaring at him angrily.

He felt an irrepressible surge of joy, as if he had always known that she should be this fierce, rude, aggressive, and... vibrant.

"Did you offend some young lady again and get beaten up?" Chu Mingyuan guessed.

A deep, pleasant laugh escaped from Meng Yu's chest.

He lay on the ground, laughing incessantly.

Chu Mingyuan remained silent. It's over, he's been beaten senseless!

"Her eyes are so beautiful," Meng Yu murmured softly, his voice languid and tender.

Meng Yu lay there, showing no intention of getting up. He gazed at the blue sky, his chest swelled with an indescribable joy.