The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 460 Despicable Means (2)_1

Chapter 460: Chapter 460 Despicable Means (2)_1

Mo Heng said coldly, "You could also be a foot-washing maid."

Pei Qin, who nearly threw in the towel out of frustration, remembered this was her own choice, suppressed her feelings, and forced a smile as she went to fetch the footbath.

But Mo Heng had already entered the bathing room, not in need of having his feet washed.

Faced with the choice of washing his feet and then being consumed with jealousy or warming the bed for him, Pei Qin humphed and chose the latter.

She casually tugged at the blanket, sat down in it fully-clothed, and cursed inwardly over and over again. It’s only September yet the bed needs warming, come winter, he won’t freeze to death... Pei Qin sat in the bed, her eyes darting around.

Mo Heng’s bath today seemed unusually long, and the thought of her lying on his bed, waiting like the most intimate of couples for him to sleep, sent tantalizing thoughts that he couldn’t suppress.

When he returned, Pei Qin was sitting cross-legged, eating hawthorn cake and sipping the tea that Zhang Gengshan had brewed for him; contentment was written all over her face.

She glanced at him, "The bed has been warmed! Guaranteed cozy!"

Mo Heng looked at the messily spread bedding and felt a wave of heat as he approached. When he lifted the blanket and touched it, it was hot. She had actually heated the bed for him. In September, she heated the bed, and heated it until it was piping hot. If she didn’t stop adding fuel now to cool it down, he wouldn’t be able to sleep until well past midnight.

Pei Qin’s eyes twinkled as she smiled, "The bed is warm today, isn’t it? If you think it’s not warm enough, I can add more coal for you!"

"Indeed, it’s very warm," Mo Heng nodded, his gaze deep as he looked at her.

"I also think it’s very warm!" Pei Qin giggled. You wanted the bed warmed, right? Let’s see where you’re going to sleep now!

Mo Heng resolved not to sleep, took out a book to copy and practice his calligraphy, "Grind the ink."

Pei Qin nonchalantly popped another piece of hawthorn cake into her mouth, took a sip of tea, and sauntered over to grind the ink for him.

Watching him write page after page was pleasant indeed; his small seal script was impressive, and he was good-looking, quite a feast for the eyes. But even beautiful things could wear out their welcome, and no matter what, nothing could ward off the onslaught of sleepiness.

Pei Qin wanted to leave after the first yawn, but Mo Heng stayed put, continuing his writing. She had no choice but to keep grinding the ink.

As drowsiness overwhelmed her, Pei Qin finally understood that this was his revenge for her overheating the bed on purpose. Angrily throwing down a stick of ink, she declared "I quit! I’m dead tired!"

Mo Heng looked at her coldly, "Continue warming the bed tomorrow."

"Warm it, I will. Who’s afraid of who!" Pei Qin retorted and went back home to sleep, because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to wake up early the next morning to set up her stall!

Little Radish and several others were still studying diligently at home, and only went to rest after she returned.

The next market day, Pei Qin continued her stall, selling sesame-covered fried cakes.

Some people laughed and made inquiries to Sister Peiqin about the reclusive, handsome young master in town, curious where he was from, what he did, and how Pei Qin knew him. Such a fine-looking man, what brought him to their Taiping Town?

Seeing the look in those people’s eyes, as if she had some special relationship with Mo Heng, Pei Qin had to explain yet again, "Really, I don’t know him well!"

The matchmaker who had previously tried to arrange a marriage for her sighed upon seeing Pei Qin, "That young master is such a catch! It won’t be easy to find someone like him again!" And then she mentioned that just one glimpse of Mo Heng was enough for some girl, who hadn’t even seen his face properly, to want to marry him.

The matchmaker intended to urge Pei Qin to agree quickly, but after hearing this, Pei Qin instead said, "Which girl? Help her out! Anyway, whoever he marries, it’s all the same!"

The matchmaker looked at her speechlessly, "If the young master agreed, I would have already said so!"

Pei Qin stroked her chin, thought for a moment, and then couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. She wrote a personal advertisement for a bride, added a portrait of Mo Heng and a description of his wealth, including that he owned a carriage and a house, that his parents were deceased, and that he was handsome and strong. He was seeking a wife who could bear children! Definitely someone who could bear children! She thought it only right for him to continue the family line and prosper.