Travel to the mountains and make a fortune in silence

“Miss, please stop crying! The young master will be here soon. It would be terrible if he saw you like this.”

Mei'er gently comforted her young mistress with a look of heartache, sighing inwardly.

Don't be fooled by the fact that our young lady always seems carefree and nonchalant; in reality, she is more sensitive and fragile than anyone else.

After hearing Mei'er's words, Jingyi's tears stopped a little, but her heart was still filled with unease and doubt.

She murmured to herself, "Will he... will he really come?" To be honest, Jingyi had no idea what to expect.

Although she had always been thinking about that person, she had no idea what he was really thinking.

Recalling their usual interactions, Jingyi couldn't help but feel somewhat frustrated.

The two rarely had the chance to meet. Even when they did meet occasionally, he rarely took the initiative to talk to her, and his attitude towards her was always indifferent, making it impossible for her to figure out whether he cared about her or not.

If he refuses to come today, then perhaps everything should end here.

Jingyi made a silent decision in her heart: since this relationship couldn't withstand the test, it was better to let go sooner rather than later, lest she sink deeper and suffer more pain in the future. Thinking of this, she bit her lip hard, then gently wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes with the silk handkerchief in her hand, and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Then, she looked up at Mei'er and instructed, "Mei'er, come and touch up my makeup."

"Alright, Miss." Mei'er naturally understood her young mistress's temperament and knew that she was always a decisive and straightforward person, so she didn't dare to be negligent and quickly replied.

Mei'er skillfully took out powder, rouge and other items from the dressing case and began to carefully touch up Jingyi's makeup.

In no time, her previously slightly haggard face regained its radiant glow.

Then, Mei'er quickly tidied up Jingyi's slightly disheveled clothes and hair.

"Miss, Miss, the young master, the young master is here!" Accompanied by hurried footsteps, another maid named Xin'er rushed into the room, loudly announcing this exciting news.

"Xin'er, quickly prepare the best tea and exquisite pastries," Mei'er instructed methodically with a smile on her lips.

Upon hearing the maid's report, Jingyi's heart pounded wildly, like a deer's.

She thought to herself, "He's finally here. It seems he has feelings for me too."

Thinking of this, a joyful smile involuntarily crept onto her beautiful face.

The old nanny led Wu Zihao to the door of Jingyi's room. She stood respectfully and said to Wu Zihao with a smile on her face, "Young master, please come in."

Wu Zihao nodded slightly and politely thanked her, "Thank you for leading the way, Granny."

After saying that, he reached into his robe and carefully took out a stack of red envelopes. He handed these red envelopes to the old nanny and said gently, "I hope you can help distribute them so that all the servants in the mansion can share in the joy."

Upon seeing this, the old woman was overjoyed. She quickly stretched out her hands, happily accepted the gift, and bowed deeply, repeatedly expressing her gratitude: "Then this old woman will thank the young master for his generous gift on their behalf."

After the old nanny accepted the red envelope, Wu Zihao lifted his foot and walked into Jingyi's boudoir with steady but slightly restrained steps.

You should know that in all his life, apart from stepping into the rooms of his mother, sister, and younger sister, he had never set foot in the boudoirs of any other woman.

His heart felt like a frightened deer, pounding wildly in his chest, his heart pounding incessantly.

His palms seemed to have turned into a spring, with sweat constantly gushing out, which he could not dry no matter how hard he tried.

From the moment he stepped into Jing's house, his palms were always damp, as if they would never dry.

Jingyi was sitting gracefully at the table, her beautiful face even more captivating in the candlelight.

He looked at the girl in front of him, his throat suddenly became dry, and he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Jingyi, I, I'm here."

His voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, and he could barely hear it himself.

Hearing his voice, Jingyi looked up and her eyes met his.

Instantly, he felt himself being drawn to those bright eyes, and for a moment he was lost in thought.

Fortunately, Jingyi quickly broke the silence and asked, "My older brothers didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

As soon as those words were spoken, the slightly awkward atmosphere between the two eased considerably.

After Jingyi finished speaking, she lowered her head and stopped looking at him. Her two small hands nervously fiddled with the hem of her clothes, clearly showing that she was also a little nervous.

Seeing Jingyi like this, he couldn't help but find her rather cute, and his nervousness eased a little.

After regaining his composure, he quickly replied, "No, no."

As he spoke, he unconsciously reached into his robes and rummaged around for a moment before pulling out a small and exquisite brocade box.

He gently placed the brocade box on the table in front of Jingyi and said softly, "This, this is for you."

He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. He was annoyed at himself for being so clumsy and just taking out the gift without any explanation. He should have at least said a few words first.

But it's too late to say anything now, so all I can do is stare at the girl in front of me with a forced smile.

Jingyi looked at the brocade box in front of her and thought to herself, "This guy, does he have to be so direct? Couldn't he have said a few more words before taking it out? What an idiot!"

But then I thought about it again, and Wu Zihao has always been like this, never saying a word more than necessary, which is in line with his personality.

Oh well, there's plenty of time in the future to teach him slowly.

Thinking of this, Jingyi smiled slightly, stretched out her slender jade hand, gently picked up the brocade box, and then carefully opened it.

As the lid was opened, a dazzling light emanated from inside the box.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a beautifully crafted openwork gold hairpin lying quietly inside, inlaid with sparkling purple jade stones.

It shimmered with a captivating brilliance under the sunlight.

Jingyi couldn't help but exclaim, "So beautiful!"

After admiring it for a moment, Jingyi looked at Wu Zihao with affection and said sweetly, "Would you help me put it on?"

As she spoke, she handed the gold hairpin in her hand to Wu Zihao.

Wu Zihao was slightly taken aback, then a look of joy appeared on his face.