He was hacked to death! Reborn and married to the Grand Secretary, his family wept with regret.

Bamboo Shadow and Yan Yan were laughing mischievously.

An Wuyang smiled. She also wanted to see how Luo Qingfan would handle such an important matter entrusted to her by the Li family.

"By the way, since I promised to give Luo Qingfan a reward today, I will give her a piece of calligraphy!"

After speaking, she smiled and handed the arrangements over to Zhuying.

Since she was going to write a piece of calligraphy for Luo Qingfan, she naturally had to write it well!

After everything was settled, An Wuyang went home early.

Sure enough, the courtyard was bustling with people coming and going. Wang's maidservant caught sight of An Wuyang and gave him a forced, sarcastic smile.

"My wife is back?"

"Unfortunately, our mistress said that she has invited ten tables of guests today, all of whom are prominent figures. With your background and upbringing, my lady is probably not qualified to sit at the table."

The servant girl has a mean face, and she probably has gloating written all over her face.

An Wuyang rolled her eyes at her. Although she was too lazy to pay attention to her, she was unwilling to suffer this humiliation and retorted, "It's not a holiday, why are you having such an extravagant banquet?"

"Those who know will think someone in your family is showing off, but those who don't will think someone died and your family is throwing a feast!"

An Wuyang's words infuriated the old woman, who glared at her and spat three times before finally giving up.

Looking up again, I saw that An Wuyang had already gracefully departed.

An Wuyang lazily returned to her own courtyard and saw Hu Zi squatting in her yard counting ants.

Seeing that everything was alright, Hu Zi stood up from the ground and took out a small paper packet from his pocket: "My mother said that you probably wouldn't have time to eat today, so she made a baked bun for you!"

After saying that, Tiger ran back in a flash!

An Wuyang wanted to call out to him, but it was too late.

Speaking of which, the medicine that An Wuyang brewed from the ground broth was something Tiger's mother told her about in her previous life. She used this method in time to solve a big problem, and no matter what, she had to thank their family.

Now, before she could even thank them, they brought her food first.

An Wuyang took the torch back to his room and faintly heard noises coming from inside.

She grabbed a stick from the yard, pushed open the door, and went inside, where she saw Li Huai-ren rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

What are you doing here?

When An Wuyang saw that it was him, his face showed no sign of coldness or disgust.

Li Huai-ren snorted coldly, without answering An Wu-yang's question.

He busied himself packing out a small package and said coldly to An Wuyang, "From now on, I will move to the study permanently. Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

Now that Luo Qingfan has gotten in touch with ***, he has to put on a show to reassure Luo Qingfan.

Fortunately, he's been sleeping in the study more often these past few years, so there wasn't much to tidy up when he returned to the room he used to share with An Wuyang.

After searching the whole house for a long time, I only found a few of his old calligraphy and paintings in a corner. Because they were so old and no one had taken care of them, they had become moldy and worn.

Li Huai-ren felt a tightness in his chest. He looked at An Wu-yang's reaction and saw regret or sadness on An Wu-yang's face.

However, she simply sat at the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and then began to eat a baked bun.

It seems that his departure had no effect on her at all.

Li Huai-ren's frustration intensified, and he suddenly slammed the package in his hand heavily onto the table.

"An Wuyang, how can you be a woman?"

"Look at all my calligraphy and paintings, they're covered in dust! Why don't you take better care of them?"

An Wuyang put down the food in his hand and snorted coldly: "It's just a piece of waste paper, what's the point of taking care of it?"

"Besides, are you missing your hands and feet or paralyzed? You can't even do this little thing right, what right do you have to yell at me?"

Enough already. An Wuyang used to take care of everything for him, big and small, but now the father and son have defined her as a vulgar woman who only knows how to do laundry and cook.

Now that she doesn't care about anything anymore, how dare he question her?

"You are simply unreasonable!"

Li Huai-ren gripped the package tightly in his hand, and gritted his teeth as he squeezed out, "It's fine if you don't take care of it; Qingfan will take care of it for me from now on!"

"Things of value should only be possessed by those who truly understand their value!"

Li Huai-ren angrily flicked his sleeve, strode out of the house, and slammed the door shut with such a loud bang that it seemed to shake the house.

An Wuyang's mood remained unaffected, and she continued eating.

If she remembered correctly, those scraps of paper were sentimental poems that Li Huai-ren had written to woo An Wu-yang years ago. Because so much time had passed, An Wu-yang hadn't found them when she threw things away last time.

It must have been quite a struggle for Li Huai-ren to find it from some unknown corner, and it's unclear what Luo Qing-fan, whom he claims "understands its value," will think when he sees it.

Outside, Luo Qingfan, who had just finished setting up the banquet, was walking towards Li Huai Ren.