Chapter 62: Pretending to Take the Bait and Things to Do with Tangtang

“Esteemed teacher.” Li Ruantang rarely showed embarrassment. She pursed her lips and nodded gently, “If it’s him, I’ll trouble you and teacher’s husband to make a trip on my behalf.”

Su Jin smiled knowingly, “You’ve been proud since you were little. Only this family’s young master could make you develop a hundred tender feelings. Don’t worry.”

She reached out and patted Li Ruantang’s shoulder, “Your teacher’s husband has already begun preparing gifts. Currently, the Meng household has no master husband, so to discuss marriage, we’ll have to wait until Madame Meng is free.”

“Esteemed teacher.” Li Ruantang paused, but couldn’t hold back, “Once the Golden Elixir case wraps up in a few days, perhaps Madame Meng will rest for a while.”

“Mm.” Su Jin held back a smile, “I’ll write to inform Madame Meng first. Don’t let this distract you these days.”

“This student understands.” Li Ruantang watched Su’s carriage leave. Just as she stepped onto the footstool, a fast horse galloped over. Judging by the official uniform the rider wore, it was from the Censorate.

“Young Lady.” The messenger quickly dismounted, bowed his head, and presented a bamboo tube.

Li Ruantang took it and examined it closely. Her eyebrows, which had just been joyful, furrowed, and her face instantly turned cold, “Please inform Madame Meng that I’ll handle this matter. Ask her not to worry.”

Hoofbeats slowly tapped on the bluestone slabs, making a heart-stirring clop-clop sound.

It wasn’t until she reached the gate of the Xujin Prince’s mansion that Li Ruantang concealed the emotions on her face. As she got out of the carriage, she thoughtfully glanced at the tightly closed gates of the neighboring Meng mansion. Her almond eyes remained cold, but the fingers hidden in her sleeve suddenly clenched.

Under the wall, Wei Dan, who had received the news, had already climbed up early. She whispered a few words to Zhidong, who was waiting on the other side.

The servant boy happily walked quickly towards the corridor.

Behind the pearl curtain, incense was burning.

Meng Jun sat upright behind the desk, still writing seriously in a small booklet.

“Young Master.” Zhidong walked over quietly, “Young Lady Li has returned.”

“Mm, mm?” The young gentleman seemed to come back to his senses as he put down his pen. He suddenly stood up and turned his head to look at the dressing mirror.

The person in the mirror had his hair bound with a jade crown, with a rich and beautiful appearance. It was truly a celestial countenance, just a bit too eager.

Meng Jun felt embarrassed in his heart. He coughed a few times for show before slowly and deliberately tucking the small booklet into his bosom, “Oh, I see.”

On the other side of the wall, Wei Dan gave another signal.

“Young Master, Young Lady Li is about to reach the study.” Zhidong reported the information he had received very responsibly. He secretly glanced at the unhurried Meng Jun, unable to help feeling puzzled.

Strange, it was clearly Young Master who said to notify him when Young Lady Li returned to the mansion. Could it be that Young Master doesn’t intend to go see Young Lady Li?

Just as he was thinking this.

Footsteps approached under the corridor. Before Zhidong could lift the pearl curtain to take a look, a person stood silently under the gauze window.

Black hair neatly coiled into a bun, eyes slightly downcast, gently knocking on the window frame.

Li Ruantang came silently. The young gentleman, who had just been maintaining a reserved demeanor, immediately curved his lips into a smile. He first sent Zhidong to guard the flower-hung gate, then quickly went forward to invite Li Ruantang in.

Originally, outsiders were not allowed to enter a young man’s bedroom.

But since she had said she would marry him, she should be considered his own person. The young gentleman’s eyes curved as he looked at Li Ruantang, who had brought some snacks.

“Tangtang, look.” As soon as he invited her to sit down, Meng Jun very proudly took out the small booklet he had been carrying and handed it to her.

A faint ink fragrance wafted over.

Li Ruantang lowered her eyes, looked at a few pages, then raised her head and smiled at Meng Jun, who was eating pastries in small bites, “What made you think of writing this?”

The young gentleman was stunned and put down the pastry in his hand, “Didn’t you ask me last night how to be good to you?”

He moved the soft stool closer to her side, his beautiful phoenix eyes anxiously glancing at Li Ruantang’s expression, “See if there’s anything you don’t like, I’ll cross it out right away.”

The small booklet in her hand had plans carefully written on each line. At the very top, it was prominently labeled: Things to do with Tangtang.

Silly, yet with his heart and eyes full of her.

Li Ruantang’s heart stirred slightly. She reached out and pointed at the first line, “Daily kisses.”

“Eh?” The young gentleman’s eyebrows drooped. She didn’t like this? No wonder last night, even after so many kisses, she didn’t stay.

He turned around dejectedly, preparing to take a pen and cross it out.

His waist was suddenly embraced from behind. The dejected young gentleman was caught off guard and ended up sitting in her lap. Li Ruantang looked at him with a half-smile, her jade-like slender fingers gently lifting Meng Jun’s chin. She curved her eyebrows, her eyes full of sincerity, “Didn’t you write that we should kiss every day?”

The unexpected kiss was like a feather, lightly covering and then heavily falling on the tip of the heart.

The young gentleman’s face immediately turned red. He urgently hooked the young lady who was about to raise her head, his beautiful phoenix eyes brightly curved, “No, I wrote a note. It should be like this—”

The thin lips that pressed against hers were soft, carefully tracing her tongue. After last night’s eighteen kisses, the young gentleman was much more skilled today.

The breath she passed to him was alluring, and his heart was pounding non-stop, like a kite set free, sometimes floating up to the ninth heaven following her, sometimes like autumn fruit, heavily falling.

The chaotic emotions sprouted a burning heat from the soles of his feet, spreading along his meridians, burning that handsome face fiery red.

The root of his tongue felt numb and tingly.

But after all, it was daytime, and they were in his bedroom.

Meng Jun reluctantly let go of her. He shyly nestled into Li Ruantang’s neck, only reaching out to point at the slightly smaller text, “Look, I didn’t deceive you.”

It was written clearly in black and white.

Li Ruantang smiled faintly and responded, “Mm, I see.”

“Then… if you think these are feasible, you need to sign.” The young gentleman sat up straight and flipped the small booklet to the last blank page, “Right here.”

This small booklet probably had dozens of pages, but Meng Jun had racked his brains and only managed to fill five pages. However, since he was going to marry her anyway, there should be enough time to slowly think of things to do together.