Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 120 Cui Yun! Don’t you want your Xue Tuan anymore?

Chapter 120: Chapter 120 Cui Yun! Don’t you want your Xue Tuan anymore?

Shen Hua was bleary-eyed and struggled to open the small jar.

Finally managing to open a jar of essential oil, she then cautiously extended a paw inside, carefully rubbed it until softened, and meticulously applied it to all four paw pads.

After applying the oil, Shen Hua struggled again to close the jar. Having finished these tasks, she opened a container of ointment and slathered on a thick layer.

Her movements were practiced, clearly indicating this wasn’t her first or second time doing this.

If it weren’t for the sticky feeling, she would have loved to smear it all over herself.

She lifted her paw to her nose to smell it. Her hind legs shook playfully. If it weren’t for Cui Yun’s light sleep, she would even have hummed a little tune.

It wasn’t the scent she liked; it was a bit too strong.

But it was bearable.

Next time, she would have Ji Xin buy something more expensive.

As she pondered these things, she crawled back to lie down, unaware that someone had been watching her from start to finish.

Cui Yun suddenly found the situation absurd, but not entirely out of place.

He rubbed his arm to check—it hurt, confirming this wasn’t a dream.

The scene was a profound and ridiculous shock to Second Young Master Cui, causing him both laughter and astonishment.

Cui Yun thought that he would probably have a sleepless night.

But, oddly, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, the setting was a young lady’s boudoir filled with fragrant breezes, sweet and not cloying, contrasting with the subdued elegance of his own quarters.

The face of the person in the dream was blurred, and he couldn’t see her clearly, but the delicately styled hair bun of the girl was exceptionally distinct.

She was barefoot, her delicate feet clad only in socks, wriggling playfully as the tassels in her hair swayed along.

Servants came and went inside the room, all trying to coax her to take her medicine.

She tilted her chin upward, proud as a peacock.

"I said I won’t take it, and I won’t!"

The next moment, she appeared aggrieved, her shoulders shaking as she wept. She lifted her chubby hand, thumb extended.

First the thumb.

"Mama is not here."

Then the index finger.

"Brother is also not here."

As her words fell, every servant in the room knelt down, trembling with fear.

Someone stepped in slowly: "Madam. No more of this, please."

"The master has just married the Second Madam. After you drink your medicine and freshen up, you still need to kneel and offer a cup of tea, calling her ’Mama’."

Tears slid down from the girl’s eyes, drop by drop.

She covered her mouth and wept ’woo woo’.

"I don’t want to!"

"Madam."

The voice of the person who had spoken earlier was now lowered.

"On this joyous occasion, if your eyes are red and swollen, the master will also feel distressed. If you can’t call her ’Mama,’ then call her ’Stepmother.’ Fortunately, the Second Madam is famously virtuous and will surely not make things difficult for you."

She gently patted the girl’s back, helping her catch her breath. Perhaps reminded of a sad memory, her voice also became hoarse.

She held the girl close.

"Do not fear, Madam."

"You are still the most esteemed lady in the Marquis Mansion, no one can surpass you!"

"Aunt Sun is here, your crying truly breaks my heart."

The girl evidently trusted her a lot. After her earnest persuasion, she finally stopped sobbing.

She was pulled to the dressing table, allowing the maid to wipe away her tears.

"This is the ointment that Aunt Sun just bought from outside—smell it, Madam, do you like it?"

"They say it’s from the Western Regions, just this bottle alone costs fifty taels."

Perhaps comforted, the girl reached out to take it, opened it with some force, scooped a little with her fingertip, and applied it to the back of her hand. After spreading it gently, she brought it close to smell.

Her voice was nasal but delicate: "I am of noble and precious birth, let alone fifty taels—I could even use ointment worth one hundred, five hundred taels."

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The next morning, Shen Hua was drinking sheep’s milk, yet her gaze repeatedly sought out Cui Yun.

The young man was clothed in brocade robes, with a Jade Pendant hanging at his waist.

She could sense something off about Cui Yun.

Ever since he got up, his mood had been somewhat off.

The dream was meaningless and shouldn’t be taken to heart. Yet, it resounded in his ears like a tolling bell, echoing this phrase over and over:

—Xue Tuan is of noble and precious birth, let alone fifty taels—she could even use ointment worth one hundred, five hundred taels.

—Xue Tuan is of noble and precious birth, let alone fifty taels—she could even use ointment worth one hundred, five hundred taels.

Cui Yun: ...

Seeing Xue Tuan burying his face into the bowl, his gleaming eyes still peering over in his direction. Cui Yun lost his appetite for breakfast; slightly relaxing his grip, the jade spoon dropped and fell into the Jade Bowl, making a crisp sound.

"Looking at what?"

There was no warmth in his tone.

Shen Hua stopped looking.

She earnestly drank her milk.

Yet, Cui Yun didn’t want to let it go. He walked over slowly, pinching the back of Xue Tuan’s neck with both hands.

He, with much patience, asked again: "I’m asking you."

Xue Tuan, with all four paws off the ground, looked at him innocently.

"Meow."

"Playing dumb?"

"Meow."

Cui Bai, who had just arrived, witnessed this scene and fell into deep thought.

He even worried if the recent events had caused Cui Yun to become too tense.

His brother! He was starting to converse with a kitten!!!

Cui Bai furrowed his brows deeply.

"Second brother."

Cui Yun stood up, lifting Shen Hua up with him.

Shen Hua looked down.

It was so high.

She dared not move.

"Brother, have you had your breakfast?"

"...Yes."

Cui Yun glared at Xue Tuan: "Greet him."

Now Shen Hua was being sensible, raising her paw, she waved at Cui Bai.

Cui Yun suddenly didn’t feel that upset anymore.

Cui Bai: ...

So, he’s the one who is really tense.

Cui Bai: "The carriage is ready."

Cui Yun smiled: "If that’s the case, let’s go then. Thank you for taking the trouble to come find me, brother."

The carriages of the Marquis Yangling Mansion were always spacious.

The streets were bustling with noise and excitement, and cries of vendors were incessant.

Midway, Cui Bai asked the coachman to stop.

His acquaintance with Qiao Si came by chance.

The military camp was in the suburbs, and in his desire for something to whet his appetite, he set traps on the back mountain; although he didn’t catch any game, a heavy downpour that day caused Mr. Qiao, who was carrying firewood, to fall into it.

So, on one hand, he felt guilty, and on the other hand, out of self-interest, he visited regularly while Mr. Qiao recovered from his injuries, resulting in further interactions. Qiao Si was grateful to him and treated him with due courtesy.

But this time, Cui Bai was going to declare his intentions. He couldn’t help but feel nervous.

"What’s the most famous and delicious food in Shengjing?"

Cui Yun scoffed.

"It’s not for me anyway."

But he did tell the truth after all.

"The roast chicken in the west of the city, the two-colored horse hoof cakes in the east, the south’s..."

Shen Hua: ...Who are you putting in a tough spot here?

Cui Bai noted each one, and after much effort, he bought everything. He headed towards the Qiao Family.

As they approached the bookshop, the carriage stopped again.

Before Cui Bai could wonder, he heard Cui Yun say lazily: "Did you really think I was going to accompany you all the way? I won’t do anything improper."

But he had done quite a few improper things these past days.

He stepped off without any hesitation.

The wind lifted the hem of his clothes; the young man’s figure was tall and straight, his silhouette graceful.

The wheels started rolling again.

Cui Bai continued to be immersed in his nervousness, offering a laugh without paying attention to anything else.

Shen Hua leisurely swung her tail. In front of her were all sorts of foods. She curled up in a corner, restraining her little paws that were twitching with eagerness.

Who knows how long it had been.

Shen Hua slowly came back to her senses.

She meowed anxiously.

——Cui Yun! Are you abandoning your Xue Tuan?!

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