Wufu liked all beautiful things, regardless of whether they were objects or people, beautiful women, handsome men, she liked them all.
Look at this time, what did she see?
A teenager around seventeen or eighteen, dressed simply, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that his clothes were made of fine ice silk. The purple ice silk robe wasn’t overly ornate with patterns, just a few sparse green bamboos, and the young man’s hand rested on his waist, revealing that his sleeve was embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, and his waistband was also a simply styled jade belt.
The corners of the young man’s mouth were slightly raised, looking over here, his black hair held only by a single purple jade hairpin. From Wufu’s angle, even without getting closer and through the sunlight, she could tell that the jade hairpin was of superior quality.
Graceful and refined, as gentle as jade.
These eight words suddenly popped into Wufu’s mind.
The young man just stood there quietly, yet it was impossible to take your eyes off him.
Wufu propped her chin in her hands, unabashedly staring at the young man, wondering how many young ladies’ hearts he had captured, becoming the man of their dreams.
When Wen Congrui saw Wufu looking over, he was startled for a moment, her eyes were really pretty, dark and shiny like glittering stars.
But gradually, he felt something was off because the girl was staring at him intently.
Wen Congrui’s ears suddenly felt a bit warm. He had seen admiring gazes from women before, had grown accustomed to them, and even found them irritating.
But her gaze didn’t give him that feeling, how should he describe it?
It was like looking at a beautiful thing, purely with appreciation, without a hint of infatuation or obsession, yet it did not provoke anger or irritation.
Although not annoyed, being stared at by a girl without even blinking made Wen Congrui feel a bit awkward and uncomfortable, so he coughed into his fist.
This girl had no sense of shame.
At this cough, Wufu snapped back to her senses, walked to the window, leaned on the windowsill with both elbows, interlocking her fingers, and poked out half her head, smiling and waving to Shopkeeper Lin.
"Shopkeeper Lin, good afternoon. And who might this gentleman be?"
Her smile was fresh and natural as she greeted him, so casual that Wen Congrui was a bit stunned.
He had never seen a girl act so at ease, yet it was quite comfortable.
Hearing her question, Wen Congrui clasped his hands and bowed, "My name is Wen Congrui, I apologize for disturbing you!"
"This is the Fourth Young Master of our Hundred Treasures Silver Building," Shopkeeper Lin added.
Wufu stood up straight, gave a slight bow, "So it turns out you’re the owner’s young master."
Wen Congrui returned the gesture.
Wufu found it interesting, seeing a handsome young man was quite a different flavor.
After exchanging courtesies, Wen Congrui stood still, not speaking further.
The noonday sun was upon them, the time when the sun was at its harshest, and although he did not leave, simply standing under it, she felt hot just looking at him.
And yet, not a single drop of sweat on the young man’s forehead.
Shopkeeper Lin couldn’t bear it anymore and spoke up, "Young Master, haven’t you always wanted to check on Miss Wufu’s progress? Why don’t you come inside and have a look?"
Wen Congrui looked towards Wufu, asking with his eyes for her consent.
Wufu was indifferent, "The room is a bit messy, but if the young master doesn’t mind, please come in."
Wen Congrui smiled faintly and walked toward her. Shopkeeper Lin heaved a sigh of relief and quickly instructed his servant to prepare some refreshments—no, it was nearly time for lunch, perhaps the young master would dine here?
With that thought, Shopkeeper Lin escorted Wen Congrui inside and personally went down to make arrangements.