Liu Jingwen stood there, his face looking extremely ugly and his eyes red.

Lin Qingqing also had a cold face, and the two of them stared at each other like fighting cocks.

The servants beside him had never seen their master in such a state. They were frightened and at a loss as to what to do. They just stood there in a daze, not daring to say a word.

After a while, Liu Jingwen finally spoke.

"I'm not trying to drive you away, but the place where I live is not good and not suitable for you."

Liu Jingwen pointed to the Hundred Flowers Garden behind her and said softly, "You should live in a place like this, bright and beautiful, with flowers everywhere."

Lin Qingqing pursed her lips and said nothing.

Liu Jingwen added, "I didn't mean to disappear and make you worry. I just...just suddenly found out something and I need some time to process it."

Lin Qingqing frowned after hearing this: "What's the matter?"

Liu Jingwen didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to tell the truth: "I met Lord Yang Yuheng and...his wife at Miss Lin's house."

Lin Qingqing: "..."

How could she forget about this?

Liu Jingwen was a scholar and must have met Yang Yuheng. Knowing Yang Yuheng's identity, he knew his wife's identity, and indirectly knew Lin Jiuqing's identity.

Lin Qingqing was silent for a moment, then said, "So what? What does it have to do with me?"

Liu Jingwen smiled bitterly and said to Lin Qingqing, "Her identity is indeed none of your business, but since you have such a personal relationship with her, she must be more than just a teahouse owner."

He said this very bluntly.

He didn't want to lie to Lin Qingqing at any time.

Lin Qingqing frowned. In the past, she was not just a simple teahouse owner. She was also the daughter of the Minister of Revenue and a virtuous concubine in the imperial palace.

But now, the Minister of Revenue, Consort Xian, is dead, and the only one alive is the proprietress of a teahouse.

"You think too much," Lin Qingqing said in a deep voice, "I don't have any unattainable status. I'm just the proprietress of a teahouse, that's all."

Liu Jingwen was stunned and looked at Lin Qingqing with some confusion.

Lin Qingqing thought about the past and felt a little annoyed: "Forget it, I don't know how to say it. You won't believe it even if I tell you. Just think whatever you want."

Lin Qingqing waved her hand and turned to walk back. The attendant beside her hurried forward to support Lin Qingqing's arm.

Liu Jingwen looked at Lin Qingqing's back, and before the door closed, he suddenly said: "No matter who you are, I don't care. I will definitely work hard to make myself qualified to stand by your side."

Just stand there tall and don't bow down for me.

Lin Qingqing paused, but did not look back.

Liu Jingwen continued, "I'm not saying we'll never have anything to do with each other again. I just don't want you to step into that dark and damp place again. It would dirty your shoes and socks, or even like today..."

"So, you don't have to look for me anymore. Just stay here. You don't have to go anywhere. I will come to find you."

After Liu Jingwen said this, he turned around and strode away.

Lin Qingqing turned around suddenly, but only saw Liu Jingwen's straight back.

Lin Qingqing stood there for a moment, not knowing what she was thinking about, and suddenly burst into laughter.

She instructed the attendant beside her: "Do you remember this Mr. Liu today?"

The servant nodded quickly: "Yes, I have remembered it."

Lin Qingqing: "Don't make things difficult for him when he comes next time."