My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 688 - 424 Zhao Rong: Can we have dinner together tonight? (End) (5600)_2

Chapter 688: Chapter 424 Zhao Rong: Can we have dinner together tonight? (End) (5600)_2

Zhao Rong’s gaze swept across, yet he always felt that the gluttonous Bi Fang was looking at him more directly than usual.

At the moment, Zhao Rong was concerned with the movements of the two women in the flower garden behind him, not giving it much thought. Had it been on a usual day, he would have murmured, "Have I become handsomer?" and touched his attractive face...

Next to him, Yu Huaijin intended to ask why Zhao Rong was here today, but noticed Zhao Rong seemed distracted as he turned his head to look back.

She exchanged glances with Li Xueyou and Bi Fang, and then the three women quieted down, curiously looking in the direction where the young Confucian Scholar’s eyes were intently fixed.

At this moment, Zhao Rong didn’t blink an eye.

In the depths of the flower garden, beside that table, Zhu Yourong was wiping little Su Xiaoxiao’s tears while holding her hand and speaking softly.

The quietly waiting Jingzi had burst in hurriedly and was now quietly standing not far from the table.

After watching for a while, Zhao Rong frowned. He had looked away for just a moment, but the situation there seemed to have quietly undergone a significant change.

In his view, the previously resistant Su Xiaoxiao was now letting Zhu Yourong hold her small hand, wiping her tear-streaked little face.

Su Xiaoxiao looked timid, her eyes carrying a hint of skepticism, as she stared at the Confucian-robed woman in front of her, seemingly listening intently.

Zhu Yourong occasionally showed an inquisitive look, said a few words as if asking something, then Su Xiaoxiao would look down, her small hand delicately twisting the red cord of the sachet’s opening, seemingly whispering. Then the gentle and intelligent Confucian-robed woman would nod slightly, raising her hand to gently wipe the tears of the little Fox Demon, speaking softly...

Unfortunately, Zhao Rong was too far away to hear what Zhu Yourong was saying to Su Xiaoxiao.

A certain observant blue-clothed girl was tilting her head and squinting her eyes, glaring at him.

Zhao Rong ignored the little eyes glaring unhappily at him, focusing on the scene for a while.

Gradually, he sighed softly.

Next to him, Yu Huaijin didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Seeing that the Teacher inside the flower garden was engaged in a conversation with an overly beautiful and tearfully charming fox-eyed girl, she silently watched, as Zhao Rong did, standing perfectly upright with her hands folded in her sleeves.

In fact, Yu Huaijin was here merely to keep watch over someone as usual.

Behind her, Li Xueyou squinted slightly as if trying to get a clearer view of the unfamiliar fox-eyed girl. She couldn’t help but glance at the focused profile of the young Confucian Scholar next to her.

And contrasting sharply with the cautious Li Xueyou was the last standing Bi Fang, looking directly at Zhao Rong, while eating with gusto.

Since Zhao Rong seemed preoccupied and distracted, lips pursed without speaking, the three women thus had no conversation at this time.

The four of them quietly began to wait at the entrance.

As time passed, at that table in the depths of the flower garden, frequently burdened by a certain female Teacher, astonishing changes took place.

Well, actually, it was just Zhao Rong who was surprised; the other newcomers were still a bit unclear about the situation inside the garden.

At one moment, after attentively listening to the fox-eyed girl’s rare long narration, the Confucian-robed woman nodded slightly, suddenly pulled the fox-eyed girl toward the table, picked up a pen, wrote something for the fox-eyed girl to see, who after looking at the item on the table, nodded vigorously...

This motion puzzled Zhao Rong, who was watching from a distance, but he saw that Su Xiaoxiao had stopped crying and began to communicate frequently with Zhu Yourong.

While Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief, he grew even more puzzled.

And somewhat surprised.

Because although Su Xiaoxiao was lively and active in his presence, she was quite timid and shy in front of others, with few friends—mainly because she couldn’t blend in... Yet at this moment, Zhu Yourong seemed to have let her let down her guard...

Soon, Zhao Rong saw Zhu Yourong, just as she had done with him not long ago, grasp Su Xiaoxiao’s hand, bend over to carefully examine her palm, talking while tracing something on it with a finger.

The next second, not knowing what Zhu Yourong had said, Su Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but burst into laughter, then quickly covered her mouth with her little hand, glancing in his direction.

Zhao Rong’s eyes widened slightly.

Subsequently, the little Fox Demon who had smoothly bonded with the Confucian-robed woman seemed to have resolved her issues.

By the table, the two women began to laugh and talk.

It was as if they had completely opened up, thawing any previous grievances.

Zhao Rong saw that silly girl even open the sachet she had been clutching, pulling out a slightly crumpled scroll of paper, and nervously and shyly handing it over to Zhu Yourong to see.

Zhu Yourong unfolded the scroll, looked at it, and couldn’t help but chuckle, seemingly with a compliment.

The little Fox Demon holding the sachet, tilted her head and giggled stupidly.

The Confucian-robed woman spoke a few words, seemingly some kind of advice, to which the little Fox Demon nodded firmly.

The understanding Confucian-robed woman handed back the piece of paper, and at one moment glanced towards Zhao Rong’s direction, smiling sweetly.

However, facing the harmonious interaction between Su Xiaoxiao and Zhu Yourong, and the latter’s self-congratulatory gaze,

Zhao Rong simply watched quietly, expression unchanged.

Unsure what he was thinking.

Soon, after Zhu Yourong had finished counseling Su Xiaoxiao, she took her hand, looked around,

and Zhu Yourong gently waved her hand, calling Zhao Rong, Yu Huaijin, and the others to the table.

Zhao Rong calmly made his way to Su Xiaoxiao’s side.

The Fox Demon, who had tear-stained eyes just moments ago, was now beaming with joy. Seeing her sweetheart arriving, she placed her little hands behind her back, shyly lowering her head, not daring to look at him.

It wasn’t until Zhao Rong approached that she stared at the tips of her shoes and muttered softly:

"You... why didn’t you say earlier?"

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