Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

So he walked up to the two men and took the papers from their hands.

"I know the manager of Feihua Pavilion, so I can go directly to the room to exchange."

After saying that, without waiting for Li Mo'er to speak, he hurriedly walked to the back door of the room, gently pushed the door open, and went inside.

"Brother, where have you been? Didn't we agree that I only needed to sit until noon? It's already been 45 minutes."

When Shen Zicen saw his brother come in, he immediately complained. He was a free spirit and it was already difficult for him to sit for an hour and a half, but he didn't expect to stay for another 35 minutes.

If his brother didn't come back, he was ready to just quit and leave.

After being reminded by A-Cen, Shen Ziche realized that he and Mo'er had completely forgotten about the matter and had lost track of time.

However, Mo'er was still waiting outside, and A-Cen couldn't stay still any longer.

As if he had made a great decision, Shen Ziche carefully placed the papers in his hand on his desk.

When he was writing the poem for Li Mo'er, he had already calculated the cost in advance, which was 124 taels in total.

He directly instructed the servant to fetch six ingots of silver worth twenty taels each, and two ingots of silver worth two taels each.

It wasn't until Shen Ziche handed the silver to Shen Zicen that he realized why his brother had gone to compose poetry by himself.

"Brother, how could you..."

Before Shen Zicen could finish speaking, Shen Ziche, worried that Li Mo'er was getting impatient waiting outside, pushed Shen Zicen to the window and pointed to where Li Mo'er and the others were standing.

"This is for that lady; just give her this silver."

As if by telepathy, Li Mo'er turned her head to look at them as they looked outside.

However, because Shen Ziche was worried about being discovered by Li Mo'er, he deliberately stood in a blind spot by the window, so Li Mo'er didn't see anything.

Shen Zicen looked confused, but still obediently took the money and left.

What's wrong with my brother? He never used to interact with women. Why did he personally deliver that woman's poem to us?

Before Shen Zicen could think it through, he saw Li Lin waving anxiously at him.

The woman next to him was also dressed in simple, old clothes, but she had a calm expression, as if the money in his hand belonged to someone else and had nothing to do with her.

Li Mo'er looked at Li Lin, who was swaggering around and had already attracted a lot of attention, and shook her head helplessly, wondering how she had managed to grow up so safely.

Just as Shen Zicen was about to hand the money to Li Mo'er, she grabbed his sleeve and pulled him outside.

He had his back to the crowd, so he naturally couldn't see those fierce women who were strolling around, staring at him menacingly.

They have nothing better to do than come here looking for an opportunity to make a quick buck.

Shen Zicen was dressed rather elegantly, especially after coming out of that room carrying a purse in his hand. Although the exact amount was unknown, its heavy weight suggested it contained at least a hundred taels of silver.

Li Mo'er didn't know that Feihua Pavilion had specially hired thugs, so she could only drag Shen Zicen and Li Lin away until they stopped in a small alley.

At this moment, Shen Zicen glanced at his sleeve in Li Mo'er's hand, and then at the silver in his arms.

Why do I suddenly not want to give it to them anymore?

"Huff, huff~"

Li Mo'er, who was still trying to catch her breath, saw Shen Zicen staring at her hands and hurriedly explained.

"I'm sorry, the situation is really urgent. Uh, you know, one shouldn't flaunt their wealth."

Although Li Mo'er's words were cryptic, Shen Zicen understood the situation.

But he still glanced at Li Mo'er with a hint of disdain. If it were his frail brother, such a boorish woman, he probably wouldn't have been able to run halfway there.

I really don't know what it is about this woman that makes my brother treat her so specially.

Li Mo'er had no idea that this crazy running around had ruined her good reputation.

"Here you go, your money."

Shen Zicen's tone was slightly dissatisfied. He then handed the silver in his hand to Li Mo'er and turned to leave, but Li Mo'er grabbed his sleeve.

"Hold on."

Although Li Mo'er noticed something was off about the young man in front of her, she didn't think about it too much.

During their poetry recitation, she told him not to speak in such a literary style. Afterwards, he occasionally uttered a few classical phrases, but now he is clearly much more fluent.

Li Mo'er poured the silver into Li Lin's hand, ignoring Li Lin's staring gaze, and began counting the silver.

What is this woman doing? Is Feihua Pavilion's reputation really that bad? She has to check it herself.

Shen Zicen stood to the side, glaring angrily.

In fact, Li Mo'er didn't know how much silver there should be; she simply divided it into two equal parts.

She handed one of the portions to Shen Zicen, saying, "This is yours; we'll split it equally."

Shen Zicen's mind went blank. Is it really that much money to run an errand?

“Although you are not short of money, you are a great contributor for being able to exchange this silver, so you must accept it.”

Li Mo'er, fearing that Shen Zicen would refuse, explained it to him again in a serious manner.

Shen Zicen then realized that it was her brother who had helped them, which was why they had this money.

Shen Zicen couldn't understand how her brother, who always valued these poems and never told others the answers, had helped her.

Li Mo'er and Li Lin hurriedly put away the remaining silver, but when they turned around, they saw Shen Zicen standing there, motionless.

"Young master, you should keep the money, otherwise it's too dangerous."

Seeing that he didn't react, Li Mo'er leaned forward and raised her voice, "Hey, young master, young master."

Startled by her sudden loud voice, Shen Zicen instinctively threw a punch.

"Bam—"

"Ah~ my nose."

The sudden pain caused Li Mo'er to shed a few physiological tears.

Shen Zicen practices martial arts regularly, so he was sure to hit hard, leaving Shen Zicen momentarily at a loss.

Li Mo'er quickly covered her nose and waved her hand, "It's okay, it's okay, you should go home quickly, those women might be targeting you."

Li Mo'er endured the pain and pretended to be fine, letting Shen Zicen leave first, as she was really worried that those burly women would come looking for her.

At first, she thought that if they encountered them, she and Li Lin might be able to hold them off for a while, but Shen Zicen, being a scholar, might not be so lucky.

However, after that punch, her thoughts changed. Even if she were killed, this young master would be unharmed.

Li Mo'er held on until Shen Zicen walked out of the alley before she began to hug Li Lin and cry bitterly.

"Waaaaah~ Er Gouzi, is my nose crooked?"

Li Lin had always known that Sister Mo'er was delicate, but this was the first time she had ever seen Sister Mo'er so delicate.

"Sister Mo'er, your nose is perfectly fine, it's not swollen at all."

Li Lin even complained in his heart, how much strength could a man have? Sister Mo'er is too delicate.

If Li Mo'er knew what Li Lin was thinking, she would definitely have Shen Zicen punch her so she could feel for herself how much it hurt.