Huo Changyuan hinted that Cheng Yujin merely gave the pouch as filial piety towards an elder, and it didn't mean anything for a niece to embroider something for her uncle.

Cheng Yuanjing didn't seem to be care. He smiled relaxedly: "Really? I never saw Cheng Yuanxian and Cheng Enbao have similar embroidery, so I guess mine is the only one. It turns out that Marquis Jingyong has seen others before?"

Of course Huo Changyuan had never seen it. Having been repeatedly refuted, he felt extremely annoyed. Now that Cheng Yuanjing showed off again and again, he was so angry that he almost couldn't maintain the facade of politeness. Did this person know what was enough? It was already clear, must he still expose others?

In his anger, Huo Changyuan turned his face away from Cheng Yuanjing, refusing to look at the other man again. He glanced into the garden full of various plants and trees. A wind blew into the pavilion, rustling the branches and the grasses. Huo Changyuan frowned and muttered: "It's going to rain."

Cheng Yujin had not returned yet.

Because Cheng Yujin had to watch over Cheng Enci and Cheng Enbei, she did walk quite a distance, and suddenly felt the wind in the back. The wind was strong and rushing over the garden, bringing moisture with it. Cheng Yujin used her hand to cover her eyes and urgently said to Cheng Enci and Cheng Enbei's servants: "It's going to rain. Bring the two young masters back."

Fortunately, the two boys Enci and Enbei still had a sense of proportion and obediently followed the servants back. By the time Cheng Yujin reached a roofed corridor to shelter from the rain, heavy raindrops had fallen from the sky.

Autumn rains came swiftly and vigorously, pitter-pattering on the ground. Rain and wind knocked the tree branches, and the sound of rain instantly enveloped the whole world. After Cheng Yujin reached the roofed corridor, Lian Qiao hurriedly stepped forward to tidy Cheng Yujin's hair that was hit by the raindrops.

When the group of servant girls was busy, heavy footsteps suddenly came from the other side of the corridor. Huo Changyuan walked in the forefront. Upon seeing Cheng Yujin, he hastened his pace and strode towards her.

"Why did you get wet? It's raining outside. Don't you know to take a shelter?" Huo Changyuan frowned and was about to pull Cheng Yujin towards him. Cheng Yujin quickly stepped back and angrily avoided Huo Changyuan's hand.

"Marquis Huo." A few strands of drenched hair fell on Cheng Yujin's temple, to her cheeks, and made her face even whiter as usual. Her red lips opened, only to mercilessly say: "Man and woman should keep a distance. Please pay attention to your manner."

Huo Changyuan was startled, as if he didn't expect Cheng Yujin to be so ruthless. For some reason, the moment Huo Changyuan saw Cheng Yujin, he habitually reached out to pull her towards him.

It was as if this action had been carved deeply into his body and turned into a habit. His brain hadn't reacted yet, but his subconsciousness already moved his body.

Huo Changyuan's fingers twitched, and he retracted his hand awkwardly. But looking at Cheng Yujin's half-wet hair, he still couldn't bear it: "Okay, I won't touch you. But you are wet, go change into dry clothes."

Then, Huo Changyuan took off his outer coat and was about to pass it to Cheng Yujin. Cheng Yujin's eyes became colder, and she didn't even glance at the coat on Huo Changyuan's hand: "Marquis Huo, you overstep the line."

Huo Changyuan took off his outer coat and was about to pass it to Cheng Yujin. Cheng Yujin's eyes became colder, and she didn't even glance at the coat on Huo Changyuan's hand: "Marquis Huo, you overstep the line."

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