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Chapter 125 - 92. Taking the scenic route on Chinese Valentine’s Day

Chapter 125: 92. Taking the scenic route on Chinese Valentine’s Day

"Is there another tea party today?" Dubian Che asked Jiutiao Meijie on their way to the Japanese-style reception room.

Despite being in the outside corridor, where the sun, dying the sky red, could shine directly, there was not a single hint of heat.

Dubian Che really wondered if there was an air conditioner hidden in some corner.

The design of wealthy homes was truly unimaginable.

"My mother values traditional festivals a lot, or rather, she likes to invite people over for gatherings." Jiutiao Meijie’s eyes were fixed straight ahead, walking with grace yet an unstoppable assertiveness.

Very much like the beginning of a historical drama where the general’s wife makes her entrance surrounded by a crowd.

She looked like the tough female antagonist you wouldn’t want to provoke.

"That’s pretty good." Dubian Che was very supportive, "I just hate Valentine’s Day, Halloween, and Christmas the most, all tools for capitalists to swindle money."

Jiutiao Meijie glanced at him: "I am also a capitalist."

"No, Meijie, you are an aristocrat." Dubian Che would rather mix with feudalism than associate with capitalists.

"Smooth talker." Jiutiao Meijie gently twisted Dubian Che’s waist.

Upon reaching the grand hall, where it wasn’t clear where to sit, the mother of the Jiutiao family was with several ladies, examining a pot of lush green bamboo in the center of the living room.

Kiyono Lin’s mother was also among them.

Jiutiao Meijie told her about inviting Kiyono Lin.

"That child is still as willful as ever." Kiyono’s mother uttered helplessly and didn’t say much else.

The mother of the Jiutiao noticed Jiutiao Meijie’s untidy obi: "How can you come out dressed like that?"

"Dubian’s not very good with his hands." Jiutiao Meijie smiled as she shifted the blame onto Dubian Che, who was staring at the bamboo intently.

Dubian Che: "..."

Kiyono’s mother chuckled like a young girl, with a hint of gossip, and said to the mother of the Jiutiao, "It looks like Meijie has already decided on her future husband."

The mother of the Jiutiao let go of the long bamboo leaf she was holding, which snapped back, and she smiled in good spirits: "I’m not clear on that matter."

A circle of adults around them all started teasingly looking at Jiutiao Meijie.

"If there are no surprises, then it should be him." Jiutiao Meijie wasn’t embarrassed at all.

As soon as she said this, the rich ladies immediately became interested.

They started discussing when to get married, where to get married, and when to have children after the marriage.

Dubian Che, on the other hand, counted the segments of the bamboo absent-mindedly.

Having experienced close contact, he admitted to having thoughts about Jiutiao Meijie’s body—proving men indeed are hopeless fools—but he was resolute in not letting beauty and wealth make him forget his grudge.

Moreover, given Jiutiao Meijie’s temperament, it was highly likely she was just playing with him.

His being taken home was probably an excuse to use him as a shield to stave off family marriage hassles.

The two getting married was absolutely impossible.

Unless they reached an age when they had to marry, and Dubian Che, in order not to arouse Jiutiao Meijie’s suspicions, had not recklessly grown powerful enough to resist, and Jiutiao Meijie hadn’t grown tired of him, only then might they possibly marry.

’But how exactly do I work hard to grow powerful enough to defy the Jiutiao family’s centuries of influence in just a few years, when the system isn’t helping?’

’I really need someone to tell me now! It’s urgent!’

Also, the bamboo segments were in counts of 12, 9, 7, and there was even one with twenty-five segments—is that Buddha Bamboo?

If that were sugarcane, it definitely wouldn’t sell.

"...Lian? What do you think?" Jiutiao Meijie asked, smiling at the distracted Dubian Che.

"Ah, that’s pretty good, the top-ranked name for males in this year’s survey."

Lian, full name Jiutiao Lian, the name of Dubian Che and Jiutiao Meijie’s yet-to-be-born first child.

In just that short of time, these women had thought through the entire wedding and started naming the child.

"Top-ranked? That’s too cheap." The mother of Jiutiao pondered seriously for a moment.

"How about Shenye?" Kiyono’s mother suggested.

"I think Laisheng is good." Jiutiao Meijie said.

The mother of Jiutiao looked up: "Does it come from our ancestors Jiutiao Laisheng and Jiutiao Laisi?"

"Yes." Jiutiao Meijie nodded.

"Very imposing, not bad at all." The mother of Jiutiao seemed very pleased.

The imposing name ’Meijie’ was definitely her choice.

"Let’s call the second child Shenye then!" Kiyono’s mother suggested unwillingly, not giving up on the name ’Shenye.’

She really seemed to fancy that name.

By the way, Jiutiao Laisheng and Jiutiao Laisi were two generals from the Kamakura Shogunate period.

As night fell, more and more ladies in gorgeous kimonos arrived.

Dubian Che adjusted his slightly numb knees and, while swallowing his fourth yawn, caught a glimpse of Kiyono Lin walking in from the corner of his eye.

After ending her Wind Instrument Club activities early, she must have gone to bathe and change her clothes, now wearing a water-blue kimono embroidered with pure white swallows.

Her hair, as sleek and black as a 0.5mm lead powder, was tied high at the back of her head, secured by a jewel-encrusted hairpin.

Dubian Che stared at her waist, cinched tight by the obi.

Kiyono Lin gave him a covert glare, then went to greet the ladies with respect.

Sigh, he was actually looking at how her obi was tied; there was absolutely no other implication.

The Chinese Valentine’s Day gathering was boring, no, the ladies’ Chinese Valentine’s Day gathering was boring, partaking in seasonal and cooling food, composing wakas, chatting about the tea ceremony, flower arrangement, and incense appreciation.

Dubian Che’s head was throbbing.

Jiutiao Meijie was a formidable woman—whether it was waka, the tea ceremony, flower arrangement, or incense appreciation, she could hold her own in conversation with the ladies.

He turned his gaze towards Kiyono Lin, who looked equally bored.