013. Lu Qingyan Knows She Has a Good Figure

Looking at the two little ones, Wen Shiyang felt half of her frustration melt away.

She rubbed their little cheeks and smiled softly. “Our Dabao and Xiaobao are so good.”

With these two around, Wen Shiyang at least found a bit of comfort in this unfamiliar world.

Lu Qingyan lightly patted her shoulder. “Sit down and eat first. Once you’re full, you’ll feel better.”

Zhou Liang noticed something was off. He pointed toward the two people outside the shop and asked curiously, “What happened out there?”

Lu Qingyan gave a displeased click of his tongue, shoved a flatbread into Zhou Liang’s mouth, and frowned. “Eat your food. Why does a grown man talk so much?”

Zhou Liang, rebuffed, could only shut up.

During their meal, the quarreling couple outside had already left—perhaps to go to the hospital, or maybe back home to reconcile.

Wen Shiyang had treated so many patients before; she should have been immune to pity by now. After all, people are different, and lives are different.

No matter how hard she tried, it couldn’t make up for those who simply ignored her advice. That was the most frustrating thing of all.

“Eat more.”

Lu Qingyan kept picking dishes for her, worried she’d go hungry.

Wen Shiyang normally didn’t have a big appetite, but perhaps because most of the dishes were new to her, she ended up eating more than usual.

Seeing this, Lu Qingyan felt happy.

From these few dishes, he could basically tell whether she preferred salty or sweet, spicy or mild.

He silently kept it in mind for when he cooked in the future.

Zhou Liang still had work to attend to, so after lunch, he hurried off in his car. As he left, he expressed regret at not meeting more of their old comrades and asked Lu Qingyan to arrange it next time.

Back home, Wen Shiyang and Lu Qingyan tidied the house from top to bottom—organizing, wiping, and putting everything in place.

“Dabao, Xiaobao, this afternoon Mama and I are going out for a bit. You two stay home and don’t go outside, understand?” Lu Qingyan stood in the bedroom doorway, looking at the two little ones lying on their stomachs, reading.

They couldn’t read yet, but the books had little pictures, so they loved them.

“Got it, Daddy,” the two replied, looking up.

From the kitchen, Wen Shiyang poked her head out, eyes curious. “We’re going out this afternoon?”

Lu Qingyan froze, rubbed his nose, and glanced around with a touch of guilt. “Seems like the house is still missing a few things. We’ll go buy them.”

She nodded without thinking much about it. “Mm, let me wash my face first. Cleaning made me sweat again.”

Wen Shiyang hated summer the most.

Because of the heat, she had undone two more buttons at her collar, revealing pale, smooth skin at her neck and chest, with delicate collarbones that drew the eye.

When she bent over to wash things, the two soft curves at her chest seemed ready to spill out—tempting without meaning to.

Lu Qingyan knew she had a good figure, but he hadn’t realized it was this good.

He’d only glanced unintentionally, but a restless heat surged through him, impossible to suppress.

Damn it!

He cursed silently in his heart, not even sure which part of himself he was swearing at.

When Wen Shiyang left the kitchen with a washed cup, she saw Lu Qingyan in the bathroom again.

She felt he’d been spending an unusually long time in there lately.

Is he sick?

She was still thinking this when the bathroom door opened.

Lu Qingyan came out with an intimidating air. His eyes were bloodshot, and his neck was a little red.

In this state…

He did look a bit like he was sick.

Wen Shiyang looked at him timidly, pursed her lips, and tentatively asked, “Lu Qingyan, are you… are you okay? Do you want me to check your pulse?”

Hearing this, his face stiffened. He turned his head away to avoid her gaze. “No need.”

He knew his own body well enough.

It was just… a man of his age, full of energy.

“Alright then.” Wen Shiyang nodded, then glanced at the clock in the corner. Without realizing it, it was already three in the afternoon. “I’ll wash my face and change clothes, then we can go.”

Lu Qingyan nodded. “Alright, I’ll wait for you.”

Before long, she came out wearing a dress—the green floral dress she’d bought back in the countryside.

The style was nice enough, though it had gathered dust from sitting in the wardrobe while she worked in the fields.

Now, it was freshly washed and worn.

When Lu Qingyan looked over, his chest tightened. The young woman was already pure and delicate; the green dress made her skin look even more luminous.

Without rouge or powder, she was already stunning. He could hardly imagine how beautiful she’d be with makeup.

Wen Shiyang smoothed the creases at her skirt, then looked up at him a bit shyly. “Does this look okay?”

He swallowed instinctively and nodded quickly. “Looks great!”

“Alright then.”

Hearing his answer, she relaxed and smiled, no longer feeling nervous.

Dabao and Xiaobao, hearing movement, came running barefoot into the living room. When they saw her, their round eyes lit up.

“Wow!” they exclaimed in unison.

“Mama, you’re beautiful!”

“Mama, you’re super beautiful!”

“Alright, alright, you two little rascals.”

Wen Shiyang felt a bit embarrassed. Even back in Chang’an City, riding in a sedan chair through the streets under the stares of thousands—including nobles and royals—she hadn’t felt this self-conscious.

Now, she truly didn’t know where to look.

Beside her, Lu Qingyan couldn’t hide his smile.

“You two stay here and read. Mama and I will go out to buy a few things and come back soon,” he said, ushering them aside to “rescue” Wen Shiyang from their teasing.

“Got it, Daddy!” Dabao nodded.

Xiaobao walked a few steps, then turned back, looking serious. “Daddy, Mama’s so beautiful today. You have to keep an eye on her and not let her run off with someone else!”

Lu Qingyan chuckled helplessly and shot back, “Go read your book, you little imp.”

This little girl’s wit—he had no idea who she got it from.

Wen Shiyang patted his arm and said with a smile, “You’re an adult, don’t bicker with children. Let’s go—it’s getting late.”

As they went downstairs, they happened to run into Zhou Sumin.

She had just stepped out of a black sedan from the military district.

It was a personal vehicle her father had specially assigned to her—something most people didn’t have.

“Commander Lu, taking your wife out?” she asked.