The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship
Chapter 165 - 162 He’s Not Sick

Chapter 165: Chapter 162 He’s Not Sick

Mu Shuoqian was silent for a few seconds, seemingly still not quite accustomed to such intimate and playful interaction, but seeing her sunny, radiant smile, as beautiful as the flowers in the morning, he couldn’t help but also raise his large hand,

Gu Qili couldn’t dodge and sat down on the muddy ground, humming in dissatisfaction.

Mu Shuoqian’s lips curved, seeming to laugh for a moment, then he turned around and continued fussing over another grapevine seedling.

"I plan to plant lavender all around, so when the flowers bloom, you can smell the fragrance without even opening the windows." Her words were full of anticipation for the future.

She had already planned it out over there; upon returning, she wanted to completely transform this small courtyard, planting grapevines in the middle and lavender around the perimeter, then she would find someone to build a swing.

When the grapes fruited, they would sit under the grape arbor, eating grapes, he could sip a little wine, while she nestled on the swing watching the lavish spread of lavender.

Even if they sat from the early morning sun until the evening glow of dusk, they wouldn’t feel dull.

Gu Qili stood in front of the fence, enthusiastically discussing her plans with Mu Shuoqian, where everything should be placed,

Mu Shuoqian gazed at her, as if seeing the rising sun deep in his heart, brightly illuminating his once solitary room.

He felt that for her small dream, he could work for a lifetime.

"Mu Shuoqian, you remember I once asked you what the flower language of lavender is, right?" She suddenly looked up with sparkling eyes and asked him.

"What is it?" Mu Shuoqian flicked the dirt off his hands.

Gu Qili smiled, squatting in front of him, her crescent eyes gazing at him: "Waiting for love."

His hands, which were busy at work, paused for a moment, then suddenly he leaned over,

How could he not also be waiting for love, and thankfully, he finally found it.

The two were busily working away all morning, and when Xiao Ran arrived, this was the scene he walked into.

Mu Shuoqian had his sleeves rolled up, barefoot in the mud, his face and body smeared with dirt, and Gu Qili was hopping around on one side, helping out and giving directions now and then.

In front of them, the once barren yard had been completely renovated; the soil had been turned over, meticulously made into neat square plots, with two young trees planted in the middle.

Xiao Ran had never associated Mu Shuoqian with farm work; he had owned this house for a long time, and due to it being on the ground floor, he was given a small courtyard at the front. Other people’s courtyards flourished, while his was desolate. He was too busy with work, with no time or inclination to attend to it.

Unexpectedly, under the influence of Gu Qili, their CEO personally went into the field, his full-on handsome farmer look made Xiao Ran want to capture it on his phone in minutes.

Mu Shuoqian stood up and walked over, his pant legs rolled up revealing half a calf caked in mud. He was always clean, never getting himself this dirty.

"Young Master Qian, Madam." Xiao Ran smiled and asked, "Gardening?"

Gu Qili blinked her eyes and shook her head immediately in denial: "No, we are planting flowers."

"Is it lavender?" Xiao Ran remembered,

"Assistant Xiao, you’re really too smart." Gu Qili patted off the dirt on her hands, "You two talk, I’ll go in first."

Mu Shuoqian also took a bath and came out all clean, back to his imposing CEO appearance.

"Schedule the interview." He took the itinerary handed over by Xiao Ran and glanced over it briefly.

Xiao Ran knew what he ment and snickered to himself. It seems that their CEO had finally given in. It had only been a few days, uh, less than two days actually, and his surrender was too swift. What method had Madam used?

Gu Qili was nowhere as crafty as Mu Shuoqian; she actually hadn’t used any tactics at all, their cold war lasted merely a day.

Just as Mu Shuoqian and Xiao Ran were about to leave, Gu Qili suddenly popped out from the kitchen and called him over, holding a cup of medicine: "You haven’t taken your medicine yet."

Xiao Ran’s gaze lingered on the cup of concoction, not recalling seeing any signs of a stomachache from Young Master Qian these past days; in fact, his stomach ailment hadn’t flared up in a long time.

Mu Shuoqian’s expression was unpleasant, but faced with Gu Qili’s concerned look, he said nothing, took the cup, and downed the medicine in one go.

It was damn bitter.

But what could he say, this was called shooting oneself in the foot—as he never thought the day would come when he would taste his own medicine after sending Yuan Yi to buy it.

Seeing him dutifully take his medicine, Gu Qili was very pleased and slipped two packets of untaken medicinal powder into his pocket, reminding him, "Don’t forget to take it at noon, two packets each time."