Chapter Ninety-Seven: Lu Beiqin, You’re So Fierce

That evening, Old Master Shen naturally insisted that they stay one more night.

Sitting on the bed, Shen Chutang looked around the room’s furnishings and guessed that the Shen family must once have been very wealthy. Yet now all their fortune was gone, leaving only this house behind. It was a thought that carried a faint sting of sorrow.

Watching the figure of Lu Beiqin from behind, Shen Chutang could not help feeling a little sentimental. “If you ever run into trouble, you can tell me.”

Lu Beiqin said nothing.

“Come to think of it, you’ve handed all your wages over to me. What about things at home?” Shen Chutang tilted her head, thinking it over. “How about giving half to your brother and grandfather? We can’t spend that much for now anyway.”

Lu Beiqin rose and headed for the bathroom. “No need.”

Shen Chutang shook her head. Lu Beiqin was good in every way except that he cared too much about saving face and suffered in silence.

So, while the man was showering, Shen Chutang took out her phone and sent Lu Yuebai a transfer of fifty thousand yuan.

Lu Yuebai: “???: Sister-in-law, what is this about?”

“Your brother’s money is all with me now. You’ve only just recovered, and Grandpa’s income depends entirely on the little vegetables from the countryside. Keeping some extra money on hand is useful for emergencies.”

In another room, Lu Yuebai stared at his phone in a tangle of emotions. In the end, he tremblingly tapped accept.

“Thank you, Sister-in-law.”

“It’s nothing. If you run into any trouble later, tell me.”

“Okay, Sister-in-law!”

Lu Yuebai clicked his tongue in admiration. His sister-in-law was practically an angel.

By the time Lu Beiqin finished washing up and came out, Shen Chutang finally felt the heavy stone in her heart drop away. She bounced into the bathroom as well.

Lu Beiqin was drying his hair with a towel when he picked up his phone and saw a screenshot sent by Lu Yuebai.

“Brother, Sister-in-law transferred money to me, and I accepted it! But don’t lie to her next time. She even took out her own private savings to help our family!”

Lu Beiqin set down his phone and silently looked toward the bathroom.

If it had been anyone else, he would have suspected a deliberate show of retreat to advance, some scheme to put him off guard. But Shen Chutang was not like other girls.

She was not favored in the Shen household, yet she remained neither servile nor overbearing. She would step forward to defend his rights, and she was skilled in medicine, having cured Shi Hanan and Lu Yuebai. On that basis alone, she could have secured her footing in the capital.

And yet Shen Chutang had never used that as a boast. Instead, she still lived quietly and plainly, content to be a high school teacher.

Since they had registered their marriage, she had scarcely enjoyed any convenience he could offer her. Even the one hundred thousand yuan he had given her at the start, she had turned around and given half to Lu Yuebai.

Either this woman was far too shrewd, and everything she did was merely a test to dispel his suspicions.

Or Shen Chutang simply did not care at all what his true identity was.

Lu Beiqin put down his phone and tossed it aside. The air faintly carried the scent of flowers.

At first, he thought it was the fragrance of the flowers in the room, but he soon realized that was not so. His gaze fell on the incense on the cabinet, and a trace of helplessness crossed his face.

What scheme was the old man up to now?

This fragrance was clearly wrong. There was something mildly arousing mixed into it.

As a little miracle doctor, how could Shen Chutang not know what it was for?

He immediately extinguished the incense and threw it aside.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Shen Chutang peeked out, saying softly, “Lu Beiqin, this nightgown seems to have a problem…”

Lu Beiqin strode over at once. “What is it?”

Shen Chutang held up the nightgown for him to see. “Look, it’s completely sheer. How am I supposed to wear something this thin?”

Lu Beiqin said nothing.

What on earth was the old man doing today?

Expressionless, he took the nightgown from her and tossed it aside. “Maybe Grandpa was being cheap and bought a bargain-bin item. I’ll find you something better.”

With that, Lu Beiqin opened the wardrobe and took out a shirt to hand her.

After Shen Chutang changed and came out, she could not help asking, “If Grandpa knows the nightgown he bought was thrown into the trash, will he be angry?”

“No.”

It was already impressive enough that Lu Beiqin had not gone to confront him in person.

Since there was only one bed, Lu Beiqin fetched another quilt so the two of them could sleep separately.

The evening’s nourishing soup had taken effect, and Lu Beiqin only felt an indescribable heat surging through him.

He shut his eyes tightly, constantly suppressing the waves of burning warmth that kept rising through him.

“Lu Beiqin, what’s wrong?”

Noticing that Lu Beiqin’s breathing beside her had grown heavy, Shen Chutang propped herself up and leaned toward him. She touched his forehead. “You’re so hot. Do you have a fever?”

The girl’s sudden closeness brought with it a pleasant fragrance. Lu Beiqin opened his eyes sharply and seized her wrist. “I’m fine.”

“But you…”

There was a faint crimson tinge in Lu Beiqin’s eyes. “I said I’m fine.”

Shen Chutang pouted. “Lu Beiqin, you’re so fierce.”