Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart-Chapter 771 - 768: Love Letter

A few days later, at Yongning Manor.

Duan Yunfei sat under the eaves of Feiyun Pavilion, looking at the letter Xuan Ming had just taken from Qian San’s hands, the corners of his lips slightly curved.

The letter didn’t contain much, just a few words, roughly saying: "Two months apart, missing you deeply, snow heavy and cold deep, hope you take care, until we meet again — Qinglan"

"What’s with him? Got a cramp in his mouth?"

Le Zhao came out of the room with an apple, took a bite, and poked Xuan Ying next to him.

"You’re the one with cramps." Xuan Ying glared at him, "The Young Master is reading Miss Shen’s letter."

"A letter?" Le Zhao raised an eyebrow and sneered, "So old Tang couldn’t manage to bring her here?"

"You think Miss Shen is still the same as she used to be?" Xuan Ying crossed his arms and leaned lightly against the door, "Old Tang’s excuses might fool the old Miss Shen, but not today’s Miss Shen."

Le Zhao took another bite of the apple and asked him, holding the apple up: "This apple is not bad, wanna eat?"

"Get away, get away!" Xuan Ying pushed his hand away and rolled his eyes, "I don’t have the habit of eating someone else’s slobber."

"Oh~" Le Zhao raised an eyebrow, moved closer, and whispered, "But last night we..."

"Shameless!" Xuan Ying’s eyes widened, his face turned red, "Dare to mention it again and you’ll be greeted with swords and knives."

Le Zhao chuckled softly, affectionately saying: "Alright, alright, I won’t mention it."

Xuan Ying snorted coldly, turning his head elsewhere, yet the blush from his face to his neck betrayed him.

Le Zhao felt pleased inside but was afraid he might actually get angry, so he dared not tease him any further and instead turned his gaze to Duan Yunfei.

"Let me see what sweet nothings Miss Shen wrote to make you look so dazed."

As he said this, he reached out to take it, but Duan Yunfei had already moved the letter away first.

Only to hear Duan Yunfei say earnestly: "This is mine, no one else is allowed to see it."

"Tch~" Le Zhao sat down beside him, "Who cares?"

Duan Yunfei snorted coldly and carefully folded the letter, then treasured it in his bosom.

Le Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth, "Isn’t it just a piece of paper? Is it that serious?"

"What do you know?" Duan Yunfei stood up and said, "This is the first love letter Qinglan wrote to me, it must be well preserved."

"A love letter?" Le Zhao was surprised, "Can Miss Shen even write a love letter?"

Shen Qinglan was always clear and indifferent, neither cold nor warm, whether in speech or action, nor did she seem like the type to write love letters.

He thought that even if Shen Qinglan wrote a letter to Duan Yunfei, it would only be to greet him properly.

Duan Yunfei was displeased upon hearing this, "Our Qinglan writes poetry, how could someone who writes poetry not write a love letter?"

"That’s true." Le Zhao nodded, but his eyes remained fixed on Duan Yunfei’s chest, where the letter was hidden: "Really can’t let me take a look?"

He still couldn’t believe Shen Qinglan would write anything sappy.

"In your dreams!" Duan Yunfei covered his chest and took two steps back, "If you want to see it, write your own."

This was a letter his lady wrote to him, and although old Tang couldn’t successfully bring her here, receiving a love letter was satisfaction enough.

"Stingy." Le Zhao looked disdainful.

Duan Yunfei snorted and swished his sleeves as he returned indoors.

Le Zhao looked at Xuan Ying, whose face had returned to normal color, propping his chin with his hand as he looked at him and asked: "A Ying, do you think Miss Shen would write a love letter?"

"Whether Miss Shen would or not, I don’t know, but I’m sure I wouldn’t."

Xuan Ying finished, raised an eyebrow with a smile, and turned to leave as well.