Something's Wrong With My Wife
Chapter 53 - 53: Young and Beautiful Woman 2Chapter 53: Young and Beautiful Woman 2
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Su Qingwan looked up at the window and said, “Then, Young Master, can you copy a poem for me? Can you copy it from the book you just mentioned?” Luo Qingzhou was speechless.
“If you don’t agree, I will be thick-skinned and stay here today. I won’t leave.” Su Qingwan said stubbornly.
Qin Weimo, who was standing at the side, could not help but persuade her gently. “Elder Sister Su, don’t make things difficult for my brother-in-law. He’s sick today, so it’s indeed inconvenient.”
In response, Su Qingwan took a few steps forward, bowed, and stood outside the window without saying anything else.
The room fell silent.
The maidservants and grannies also looked at each other. Then, they looked at the shadow on the window and held their breaths.
Time passed by as they were in a deadlock.
After a while, the young man in the room sighed and compromised. “Miss Su, please tell me the topic.”
Luo Qingzhou knew very well that if a woman was stubborn, even 10 cows would not be able to pull her back. He would just copy a poem and send her away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs soon as these words were spoken, the tense atmosphere in the small courtyard immediately relaxed.
Su Qingwan looked up happily and said, “Thank you, Young Master. The topic is plum blossom. There’s a plum garden at the Mandarin Duck Restaurant. When you stand upstairs, you can see the plum blossoms blooming in the garden, so this topic was given.”
The room was silent for a moment before Luo Qingzhou said, “Miss Su, do you want a poem or prose?”
Just as Su Qingwan was about to speak, she suddenly paused. Her eyes flashed as she looked at the shadow on the window and said carefully, “Young Master Luo, how about… a poem and prose?”
She thought to herself, “Since he asked this, he must be good at poetry.” However, she did not know what kind of poem he could make in such a short period.
“Elder Sister Su is so greedy.”
Qin Weimo thought to herself.
At the same time, she looked at the shadow on the window with a gentle gaze. She was secretly looking forward to it. She wondered if her brother-in-law could do it.
“Xiao Die, come in and grind the ink for me.”
Luo Qingzhou’s voice came from the room.
Xiao Die agreed and was about to run in when Qin Weimo suddenly had an impulse for some reason. She mustered her courage and said, “Brother-in-law, can I help you grind the ink?”
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the maidservants and grannies behind her changed.
Even Su Qingvvan, who was in front of her, turned around and looked at her in surprise.
This was not something a rich young lady could do.
Moreover, the young man in the room had married into the family and was her brother-in-law. Qin Weimo had a noble status, so how could she take the initiative and request to grind ink for him?
Faced with everyone’s gazes, Qin Weimo blushed crimson. However, since the words were already spoken, she could not take back her words. She indeed had an urge to go in and see Luo Qingzhou write a poem. She said gently, “Brother-in-law, I want to see you write a poem.”
Luo Qingzhou, who was in the room, was stunned for a moment before he hurriedly said, “I don’t dare to trouble you, Second Young Miss. Xiao Die can help me.”
The maidservants and grannies in the courtyard were also persuading him in unison.
“Miss, you can’t!”
“Miss, how can you help Sir grind ink? This is the servants’ responsibility.”
Although Qin Weimo had been weak and sickly since she was young, she was quite stubborn. Since she had decided to go in to grind the ink, she did not hesitate or worry about anything else. She broke free from Zhu’er and Qiu’er’s hold and walked into the house.
The two maidservants were shocked and frightened, but they did not dare to disobey her. They hurriedly supported Qin Weimo again and looked at the old grannies behind them for help.
The few old grannies had serious expressions and were about to go forward to persuade her when Qin Weimo turned around. With a pleading look on her face, she said gently, “Granny, let me be willful for once. Anyway, I don’t have much ti… Anyways, I will be happy if I go in…”
Who could stand hearing such words and seeing such a pitiful expression?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe old grannies, who were about to persuade her, thought of her illness and their eyes turned red. They could not bear to stop her.
The oldest granny immediately said in a trembling voice, “Young Miss, go on in. If anyone dares to say anything about what happened tonight, I won’t let them off! If Madam blames me, I’ll bear the responsibility alone.”
Qin Weimo said gratefully, “Thank you.”
When Zhu’er and Qiu’er saw their Young Miss like this, they felt a pang of heartache. They did not dare to persuade her anymore. They carefully supported her and walked in.
Xiao Die hurriedly opened the door and led the way.
Luo Qingzhou listened in the room and secretly regretted being soft-hearted. He should not have gotten up, let alone agreed to help Su Qingwan.
With such a noble status, if Second Young Miss Qin ground ink for him, not to mention how his mother-in-law would deal with him if she found out, even Bai Ling and Xia Chan would teach him a lesson if they found out.
However, when he heard Second Young Miss Qin’s pitiful words just now, he did not know how to reject her.
“Brother-in-law, don’t worry. I will take responsibility for my actions. Just write.”
Qin Weimo entered the house with the help of two maidservants. She bowed to him and said gently.
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said awkwardly, “Second Young Miss, this is not appropriate. If Madam and First Young Miss find out..
Qin Weimo cut in, “I will take the initiative to explain to them. If they punish you, I will take the punishment on your behalf.”
Luo Qingzhou looked at the weak and gentle girl in front of him and asked in confusion, “Second Young Miss, why are you doing this?”
Qin Weimo was silent for a moment. “I don’t know either. Tonight… I suddenly want to see you write..”