Chapter 161: Have You Gone Mad?
Neighboring city. Su Yaoguang was tallying the patients’ recovery situations and didn’t notice what Zhou Wangshu said, so she casually replied: “What did you say? I didn’t hear clearly. Say it again?”
Zhou Wangshu leaned on the counter nearby, looking into Su Yaoguang’s eyes, and asked seriously: “Do you want to be the Top Scholar’s wife?”
Su Yaoguang stopped what she was doing, looked up at Zhou Wangshu, and touched his forehead: “Are you sick? If you’re tired, go find a place to rest. Don’t push yourself. You were pretty handsome to begin with, but if you turn into an idiot later, I’m afraid you won’t even be able to marry a wife.”
“Then I’ll stick by your side and let you support me for life.”
“You think you can scare me? Anyway, I don’t plan on finding a man. Having a ready-made shield is pretty good.”
“Why don’t you want to find a man? Do you dislike men, or did a man break your heart?”
Su Yaoguang said indifferently: “What’s good about men? If I make money, I can have as many men as I want. Isn’t that better than sticking to one man?”
Zhou Wangshu: “……So you don’t dislike men, you just dislike ‘one’ man.”
With that, he slammed the towel in his hand down heavily, let out a sarcastic cold snort, and walked away.
Su Yaoguang: “……Why are men’s thoughts so hard to guess too? Could it be because he’s grown up and starting to have his own little thoughts?”
Zhang Zhaodi walked over, patted the table, and glared at her: “What did you do to Wangshu just now?”
Su Yaoguang felt baffled: “We just talked a few words, didn’t do anything! Mom, what’s wrong with you again?”
“Did you bully him? Did you scold him? If not, why are his eyes so red? It looks like he cried.” After snapping at her, Zhang Zhaodi earnestly advised, “Daughter, Wangshu really isn’t as good at studying as Mr. Xiao. We can’t count on him for an official position in the future, but he’s handsome and devoted to you wholeheartedly. I feel relieved handing you over to him. You can’t bully people just because he’s honest. Look at you, contacting so many male patients every day, seeing so many men’s bodies. Has Wangshu ever said anything bad about you? Where can you find such an understanding man?”
Su Yaoguang silently sought help from Jiang Jing across the way amid Zhang Zhaodi’s endless lecture.
The latter received the signal and immediately came over, saying to Zhang Zhaodi: “Godmother, I’m swamped over there and need your help.”
“Alright, tell me what you need me to do. I’ll cooperate with you.” Zhang Zhaodi followed Jiang Jing away.
Su Yaoguang breathed a light sigh of relief.
She closed the booklet and looked toward Zhou Wangshu, thinking about their earlier conversation.
She didn’t say anything, right?
No more thinking. No matter how much she thought, she wouldn’t figure it out. Better to just coax him directly. That boy was easy to coax anyway, so she didn’t dwell on the reason and just solved the problem directly.
He seemed to say last time that he wanted to eat pastries.
Zhou Wangshu was caught up in busyness. After he finished and calmed down, he began reflecting on his earlier behavior.
What was wrong with him?
Anyway, he would leave sooner or later. Whether she married the Top Scholar or a commoner, what did it have to do with him?
At most, he would send her a congratulatory gift as her younger brother, wishing her and her husband a long life together and early noble sons.
He remembered the dream he had in the temple.
He always felt that it wasn’t a dream, but something that really happened.
In her previous life, she married Xiao Yanci and became the Top Scholar’s wife, but didn’t gain others’ respect. She transformed from a countryside village girl into an official noblewoman, suffering a lot of hardship and humiliation in the process. Even so, she still enjoyed it. He asked her because he wanted to know if she wanted to be the Top Scholar’s wife. If not, why endure so much inhuman abuse?
A fragrance entered his nose.
He turned back following the scent and saw Su Yaoguang walking over with a plate of pastries.
“It’s been so busy lately that I’m only fulfilling my promise of pastries for you now. I hope our Young Master Zhou isn’t angry.” Su Yaoguang handed the pastries to him.
Zhou Wangshu looked at the pastries in front of him, his expression changing slightly.
The plate held pastries of different colors, totaling twelve pieces, each a different color and each a different flower shape.
Among them were peony, plum blossom, lotus, narcissus, and so on. Every flower was lifelike, just like real fresh flowers.
Such pastries were extremely exquisite, so exquisite they were like artwork that no one could bear to eat. But such pastries weren’t something a countryside-born Su Yaoguang should be able to make. They were a new variety she designed herself after becoming the Top Scholar’s wife and seeing various noble banquets. Because of this pastry, she enjoyed a few days of glory, praised highly by those noblewomen.
For Su Yaoguang to make this pastry at this time was absolutely abnormal.
She possessed memories of her previous life.
Perhaps, like him, she had been enlightened in the temple and had such a dream.
“Why are you just looking? Eat!” Su Yaoguang pinched a piece of pastry and stuffed it into Zhou Wangshu’s mouth. “Try it. This pastry took a lot of strength to make. Once you eat the pastry, you can’t be angry anymore.”
Even though she didn’t know what the boy was angry about.
Zhou Wangshu ate the pastry, savoring its sweet and delicious fragrance.
When he was a soul following her, he saw her spend so much time researching pastries, personally tasting them every day, trying dozens of kinds continuously before making the most satisfactory one. Back then, he wanted to taste for himself how good it was.
That dream was too real, making him keep thinking about it, wondering just how delicious that pastry was. Now that he finally tasted it, it was indeed as delicious as he imagined.
“How is it?” Su Yaoguang looked at him expectantly.
Even someone as picky as Xiao Yanci praised this pastry highly. She didn’t believe she couldn’t coax Zhou Wangshu.
Zhou Wangshu ate the pastry while probing: “Did you make this yourself?”
“Or what?” Su Yaoguang said. “Did you make it?”
“Such a complex pastry, even the biggest pastry shop in the county town couldn’t make it. How did you make it?”
Su Yaoguang: “……I don’t know. When making the pastry, I instinctively felt it should be done this way. Maybe in my previous life I was a pastry master, so I’m so skilled at it!”
Hearing this, Zhou Wangshu’s suspicions about Su Yaoguang dissipated somewhat.
If that was really the case, Su Yaoguang might not remember previous life matters, but making pastries had become an instinct, so she could do it in this life too.
“Have you made this for others before?”
“No, when would I have time to make pastries?” Su Yaoguang knocked on his forehead. “You’ve been a bit strange lately, always asking questions I don’t understand. Later, have Jing’er check you. Maybe you’ve been too busy lately and gotten yourself exhausted into an idiot.”
