CHAPTER 1422: CHAPTER 1506: EAT, DRINK, AND CHAT A BIT

Under the night color of January, the snow on the ground hasn’t melted yet. Shujun wears a red robe, draped over with a black cloak, carrying a food box in his hand.

"I knew you couldn’t sleep, just as well, Haoming and I couldn’t either. I prepared some wine and food, how about eating, drinking, and chatting for a while?"

Yixuan nodded slightly.

Shujun exhaled a thin white breath, "It’s too cold outside, let’s go to my house!"

"Alright."

Peering at Yixuan’s bare feet, "Why aren’t you wearing shoes?"

Yixuan chuckled softly, "Wearing shoes on the ground makes noise, I’m worried about waking my wife." Mentioning the one close to his heart, his eyes overflowed with gentle hues.

Shujun looked defeated, "You’re silly, you could carry the shoes out and wear them after coming out."

Yixuan was momentarily stunned, he hadn’t thought of this.

"Let’s go!" Shujun waved to Yixuan, "Since you’re out, don’t go back, opening and closing the door in this cold weather might wake her with the chill, and that wouldn’t be good." He mused to himself that Yixuan’s feet were the same size as his, and when they reached his house, he could give Yixuan a pair of his shoes.

Liang Haoming was silent, as always, hardly speaking, yet if observed closely, he seemed absent-minded and distracted. As soon as Third Brother moved, he instinctively followed him.

By the time the three brothers arrived at Shujun’s house, Shujun placed the food box on the table, then pulled out a pair of white boots from the cabinet and tossed them to Yixuan, "Put them on, so your feet don’t freeze."

Yixuan chuckled, "Suddenly, I remembered those years in the past, when life was tough, clothes constantly needed patching." Even shoes were the same, and one year, during the icy cold winter, the roads were slippery, and thick ice covered the ground. But because the family was too poor, they couldn’t afford fabric or new shoes that winter, thus wore straw sandals all season. Until spring came, seeds sprouted, and the frostbite on their feet itched fiercely.

Yixuan slipped boots on his feet, upon looking up, saw Third Brother with a cheerful expression. Shujun nodded, "Indeed, life’s much better now than before. What’s there to be dissatisfied with? After all, the hardest and most bitter days are over."

He opened the food box, taking out several small dishes, then a warm bottle of strong wine. He had stolen it from the estate’s kitchen earlier when he went to find Lao Si.

Haoming sat on a wooden round stool, expressionless, he picked up the wine bottle, poured some into a cup, then tipped his head back and drank it all at once.

Shujun glanced at the Human Skin Mask on his face, "With just a few of us here, you don’t need to wear that mask, keeping it on all the time is bad for your skin, you should take it off occasionally to let the skin breathe."

Haoming naturally removed the mask, revealing his true appearance.

Shujun felt much more comfortable, and let out a long breath. Tossing an oil-fried peanut into his mouth, he smiled, yet his eyes carried a bit of ruthlessness, "I guess you have an idea in your hearts, so let me get straight to the point. That Qinghe, how do you see him, and what’s your plan?"

Yixuan smiled genteelly, "To be with Xiao Ying, I have no other desires. If she truly wants to bring Qinghe into the house, as long as she wishes, I will respect that."

Shujun furrowed his brow briefly, while Haoming’s face stiffened, "No!" One word popped out of his mouth, Haoming glared at Yixuan, saying grimly, "Absolutely not!"