Chapter 49

Initially, the marriage between Lu Weiguo and Shi Tingyu was made possible by Feng Wei, who played a pivotal role in bringing them together.

Others might not have noticed, but Feng Wei could see clearly that Lu Weiguo had developed genuine feelings for Shi Tingyu. Lu Weiguo had been through many blind dates before, and even when the woman was wary of him, he remained indifferent. He had encountered situations where he gracefully withdrew due to social etiquette, but regardless of the circumstances, he always showed no interest in pursuing further. However, his behavior was quite the opposite after meeting Shi Tingyu for a blind date—he became proactive and enthusiastic, unlike his usual self.

Even now, after they had registered their marriage, he still cared deeply about Shi Tingyu in every aspect. Not to mention, on the day Shi Tingyu first went to work, he was visibly restless and eventually requested time off. Feng Wei thought something major had happened, but when he asked, he found out that Lu Weiguo was worried about his wife’s first day at work and how she would adapt.

Feng Wei nearly spat out blood at that moment.

This old Lu was deeply invested indeed.

Forget about marriage, it was love.

Most people nowadays, upon finding no issues after getting to know each other, would discuss marriage as a matter of compatibility. It wasn’t necessarily about love or affection; compatibility was the main consideration. Of course, there were still some who married for love, but they were in the minority.

Feng Wei could see that Lu Weiguo had fallen hard.

For this reason, upon hearing the rumors, he started to worry. He feared that the rumors might cause discord between the young couple. That’s why he took advantage of his break to come and check on them.

After Shi Tingyu finished cooking the mung bean soup, Lu Weiguo and Feng Wei had almost finished pulling weeds. She placed the pot in the well to cool while they finished their task.

When the two men finished weeding and washed their hands, they leisurely walked towards the main hall.

Shi Tingyu was about to fetch the pot from the well, but Lu Weiguo stopped her with a hand, “I’ll get it.”

Shi Tingyu acknowledged and fetched three bowls, filling each with soup.

The mung bean soup was refreshing and cooling, with a rich aroma of mung beans. A bowl of it made everyone feel comfortable.

Feng Wei grinned, “Little sister, your cooking skills are really good.”

Lu Weiguo glanced at Shi Tingyu and subtly curved his lips, barely noticeable.

His wife wasn’t just good at making tasty mung bean soup.

Seeing that the atmosphere was relaxed, Feng Wei cleared his throat, “Sister, you’ve probably heard the recent rumors. Don’t let it bother you. It has nothing to do with you.”

Shi Tingyu understood. She had finally managed to take a break, and here Feng Wei was, coming over for the rumors.

She smiled, choosing not to expose the kind lie of the other party, as he didn’t know his old partner had already shared everything with her.

She simply replied, “I know about those rumors. I haven’t let them bother me.”

Feng Wei carefully observed her expression, unsure if she truly wasn’t bothered or was just saying so because he was present.

Still, it was necessary to reassure her, “Whether Lu gets promoted or not will depend on his performance. We don’t know who started these rumors, but we’ll investigate thoroughly. Don’t worry, Sister.”

Shi Tingyu nodded in acknowledgment.

Feng Wei then turned to Lu Weiguo, “And you, Old Lu, you absolutely must not let these rumors cause any conflicts with Sister.”

Lu Weiguo gave him a cool glance, “Have you seen us having any conflicts?”

“Hey, your temper,” Feng Wei tutted. “Be serious and speak properly.”

Lu Weiguo sighed and refilled Feng Wei’s bowl with more mung bean soup, “Here, to cool you down.”

Feng Wei took the bowl and drank a big gulp, realizing Lu Weiguo was subtly hinting at his fiery temper.

But now wasn’t the time to argue with him. His main goal was to soothe Shi Tingyu’s heart.

From the harmony of the couple, Feng Wei smoothly transitioned into national righteousness, never stopping his mouth.

Shi Tingyu slowly moved closer to Lu Weiguo and gestured with her finger.

Lu Weiguo leaned over.

Shi Tingyu asked, “Does Teacher Feng always… um, talk like this?”

The soft breath was close, with a slight sweetness spraying on his earlobe. Lu Weiguo’s head couldn’t help but tilt slightly, his body trembling imperceptibly, a tickling sensation at his ear.

He lowered his eyelashes, his throat rolled, his voice tinged with a hint of hoarseness, “Yeah, his favorite phrase is ‘let me say a few words.'”

Shi Tingyu didn’t notice Lu Weiguo’s recent unusual behavior; her attention was entirely focused on Feng Wei’s favorite phrase.

“No wonder he’s good at ideological work as an instructor.”

He really knew how to talk.

Seeing no reaction from the two, Feng Wei, feeling thirsty, took another sip of mung bean soup.

“So, you two need to live well and not let those unpleasant words affect you. Your life is yours, and if you live well, that’s how you’ll slap those gossipers in the face.”

Shi Tingyu nodded in agreement; she felt the same way.

Feng Wei organized his words again, preparing to chat with the couple.

Both of them were somewhat overwhelmed by his talkative nature.

Shi Tingyu quickly interjected, “Teacher Feng, we really aren’t bothered, angry, or in conflict. We’re doing well.”

Feng Wei looked at her skeptically, obviously assessing the truth behind her words.

He knew that Lu Weiguo’s lack of promotion this time likely had something to do with Shi Tingyu. But when they were introduced, everything was clear. He was confident Lu Weiguo wouldn’t blame Shi Tingyu for this, but with his fierce appearance, if Shi Tingyu was too sensitive and felt his cold demeanor was intentional, it could hurt Lu Weiguo, who had deeply invested himself in this relationship.

Taking a deep breath, Shi Tingyu glanced at Feng Wei, then reached out and grabbed Lu Weiguo’s collar, guiding him towards her.

Lu Weiguo leaned in, puzzled.

Shi Tingyu lowered her eyelashes and lightly kissed his cheek.

“Now do you believe me?” Shi Tingyu said to Feng Wei, releasing her grip on Lu Weiguo’s collar.

Even though societal norms weren’t very open-minded right now, in their own home with a friend who knew everything about her husband, Shi Tingyu wasn’t worried about any negative rumors spreading.

Lu Weiguo froze completely, his face turning red. His hands instinctively clenched on his knees, as if only this could suppress his wildly beating heart.

Feng Wei’s eyes widened.

Oh my god! What did he just witness?!

This… this…

His fingers shook between the two of them.

Then suddenly he stood up, “W-well, since you two are doing well, I’ll, uh, I’ll leave now.”

With that, he patted Lu Weiguo on the shoulder and hurriedly left.

Internally, he was thinking, scared, scared, gotta go, gotta go!

Shi Tingyu watched Feng Wei flee and murmured, “Was it really that scary?”

Lu Weiguo was jolted back to reality by Feng Wei’s slap. He sat up abruptly, his eyes locking onto Shi Tingyu, then uncontrollably lingering on her flushed cheeks.

Just a moment ago, her gesture had been so quick, he only felt a soft, tender touch.

It wasn’t until now that he realized his wife had just kissed him, even if it was just on the cheek.

His mind raced with thoughts of the kiss that had just happened, and his heart pounded like a drum.

Shi Tingyu felt a bit uneasy under his gaze, “I was just overwhelmed by Teacher Feng’s words. Please don’t mind.”

Lu Weiguo’s once heated heart instantly cooled by half. But when he saw her slightly blushing face, suddenly his chest didn’t feel so tight.

His wife wasn’t as calm as he had thought.

That’s good.

If his wife kissed him and felt nothing, he would truly be the one crying.

The romantic atmosphere had been broken, and Shi Tingyu began to prepare dinner for Lu Weiguo.

Thinking of Feng Wei, who had left earlier due to embarrassment, Shi Tingyu said, “We should have invited Teacher Feng to dinner just now. After all, he spent so much time helping us weed.”

Lu Weiguo replied, “Don’t worry about it. Old Feng isn’t someone who keeps score like that.”