Lady Tang, Lady Tang?
Hmph, calling out so neatly!
Leng Lingxiao’s eyes darkened, and he couldn’t help but tighten his grip on Tang Xiaowan’s hand.
"Not cold at all!" Tang Xiaowan squeezed her eyes, playfully answering, "I’m dressed so warmly, I’ll probably get hot later when we eat."
"Good, as long as you’re not cold."
Leng Lingxiao was very dissatisfied with the way she had just been addressed.
In Chicheng, it was fine for Cheng Shi and Wang Meijuan to call out like that; after all, they were family and had been doing so for over a decade, which wasn’t easy to change overnight. But now that Li Zishen’s people were addressing his Little Wife the same way, it didn’t sit right with him.
Now that they had gotten the certificate, she should be called Madam Leng both sensibly and emotionally, not Lady Tang.
Leng Lingxiao believed this was something Li Zishen had orchestrated intentionally, considering those servants all looked to him to pay their wages and took cues from his expressions.
Actually, the reason for addressing her as Lady Tang wasn’t Li Zishen’s idea, but Nanny Chen’s. She, along with Chen Xin and Bai Long, still refused to accept the fact that Tang Xiaowan was now a married woman.
In Nanny Chen’s heart, Tang Xiaowan was meant to marry into the Leng Family, and she and Li Zishen were a match made in heaven. Leng Lingxiao’s appearance was nothing short of stealing the bride.
If only she knew they had known each other since childhood.
During the conversation, Tang Xiaowan had already noticed Leng Lingxiao’s displeasure and sweetly smiled, "Hubby!"
Her voice was extremely soft and tender.
You see, she had always been used to calling Leng Lingxiao "Huahua" since she was young, and the name "Hubby" was something she’d only say when tickled mercilessly or under coercion.
Therefore, Leng Lingxiao found this very pleasing, and his expression changed as he asked, "What’s up?"
"I want to call Grandma."
She had left her phone in the car, as always. Every time she went out, she was forgetful .
Leng Lingxiao looked at her with doting eyes, quickly took out his phone, and smilingly handed it to his Little Wife, "Did you forget to let Grandma know you’re okay again?"
"Yep, I forgot," Tang Xiaowan pouted, looking guilty.
"Then call her now, to spare Grandma the worry."
"Oh, got it, calling right now."
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Li Zishen: Hubby? She even needs his permission to make a call, absurd!
His fist creaked a few times.
Li Zihan frowned and hastily glanced at Li Zishen, "Brother, please don’t be rash, stay calm!"
A fight? That was out of the question. Li Zishen would always try to maintain gentlemanly manners wherever Tang Xiaowan was, so as not to embarrass himself.
Watching Tang Xiaowan walk away, Li Zishen’s eyes were deep, and he slowly unclenched his fist.
The sunroom was quite spacious, divided into a vegetable area, a rest area, and a dining area. Li Zishen’s initial wish was for Tang Xiaowan to fully enjoy the tranquillity alone here.
Especially after nightfall, under the lights, the scene was even more spectacular.
Now, there were only memories and regrets left.
"Mr. Leng," Li Zishen raised his hand and gestured, signaling for Leng Lingxiao to follow him to the vegetable area.
Leng Lingxiao smiled faintly and gladly accepted.
Perfect, he also had something to ask Li Zishen, things he didn’t want Tang Xiaowan to know about, to save her the unnecessary worries, especially since she had an exam to attend tomorrow.
And so, the two men left together.
"What’s with the secrecy? Acting so mysterious, as if they’re afraid I’d listen in and go tattle!" Li Zihan glanced at his watch and muttered softly, "The food is ready, isn’t anyone hungry?"
Looking over at the rest area, Tang Xiaowan was sitting quietly on the sofa, her call already finished.
However, it wasn’t about reporting her safety to Grandma Tang Mei. Instead, she was subtly inquiring if Ye Wanhua and Wang Junchen were around at the moment.
Lately, they’ve been visiting Nanfeng Mansion every day—one to see Tang Mei, and the other to see Wang Jinghui.
Tang Xiaowan was full of suspicion. She felt that the behavior of the two was rather odd. Even if it was out of filial piety, wasn’t this a bit too frequent?
Especially Wang Junchen, his change was too abrupt!
"Hey, how’s the studying going? Did you make any cheat sheets or anything?" Li Zihan sat down cheerfully and tossed an orange to Tang Xiaowan.
Tang Xiaowan caught it easily and replied, "I don’t need those things."
Indeed, she did not need to prepare. She could memorize the content of the books with just a casual flip through. If she focused a bit more, it would be even better.
In this aspect, Tang Xiaowan was very similar to Tang Mei—they both had extraordinary memories.
"Oh, is that so!" Zihan turned his head to glance at the vegetable section and scooted closer to Tang Xiaowan, "When’s the wedding? Can I come?"
So this was the crux of the matter—he was fishing for information!
"Of course, the invitations are already written."
What’s going on, still not willing to tell?
"Oh, that’s great, that’s great. I was worried I’d be forgotten since it’s been so long since we last met. By the way, what about my brother? He has an invite too, right?"
Indeed, it had been quite some time since they last saw each other—it had been a whole month since the autumn sports meeting. If it weren’t for the exams, it would have been even longer.
She wouldn’t come to Jin City if she didn’t have to.
"Everyone has one, Huahua even wrote them by hand."
Li Zihan couldn’t help but glance at Leng Lingxiao again, "Handwritten? That must have taken a lot of work, right?"
"Huahua said it shows sincerity that way."
"Oh, definitely sounds sincere, indeed! Hey, come try out my cooking after the exams. I’ve opened a new Western restaurant by the school’s south gate."
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaowan’s eyes widened in surprise, "Don’t you already have three roast duck restaurants? You’re not planning on... taking over the entire restaurant industry, are you?"
"Of course, come and support it after the exams. It’s just opened recently."
"Don’t worry, if my brother doesn’t go, Leng Lingxiao will definitely not be jealous. I’ll arrange a private room for you," Li Zihan said with a goofy smile, adding on.
"Huahua isn’t that petty. The main reason is that we already have plans after the exams, arranged in advance."
Li Zihan smiled faintly, thinking that was just Tang Xiaowan’s excuse for not wanting to go. It’d be too much of a coincidence to actually have something urgent to do.
But, he still wanted to give her an out, since she was a girl after all, and likely to be shy.
"What a pity, remember to go next time!"
Tang Xiaowan awkwardly nodded.
In truth, she wasn’t intentionally making excuses. She and Leng Lingxiao indeed had plans.
They were going to Mei Garden to take some traditional Chinese wedding photos.
Leng Lingxiao felt that having only Western-style wedding photos was far from enough to express his love. Moreover, going to Mei Garden to take the photos was most fitting, as not only had it been Tang Xiaowan’s former home, but it was also where they had met.
Yet now, out of nowhere, there was this gene mutation concern that was making Tang Xiaowan extremely anxious.
She was growing more and more suspicious that she was the child who was born with a serious illness, that Ye Wanhua was her mother and Wang Junchen her father, and that her grandmother and Wang Jinghui had likely known each other for a long time—with the piano score as the best proof.
If these speculations were true, then many past events also made sense.
"Hey, look over there, they seem to be having a cheery chat!"
At Li Zihan’s call, Tang Xiaowan turned her head and saw Leng Lingxiao and Li Zishen squatting next to the coriander bed. They were cutting coriander and gesturing, appearing to be discussing something.
The distance was a bit far, so she couldn’t hear anything, but the smiles on their faces were clearly visible.
Tang Xiaowan touched her nose: Something’s not right!