Quick Wear: Who said soft girls have to be obedient! biu!

Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, they had been in the capital for more than half a year.

After the summer, the capital city became cold, and the temperature dropped sharply, as if autumn did not exist.

After a gust of wind, Gu Zhen's strong body caught a cold.

She must have kicked off the quilt during the night. She sat at the counter and sniffed.

The accounts for this month had already been calculated. Gu Zhen casually adjusted the abacus and planned to hand over the business to the shopkeeper so that he could go back to sleep early.

As soon as she stood up, a man also stood up.

Gu Zhen felt quite helpless when she saw this. Did Mr. Yang, the guy who sells dry goods next door, make up his mind to pursue her?

Not only Mr. Yang, but also Mrs. Wang who sells flowers and her youngest son are also trying to show their courtesy.

A flower today, a hand-woven trinket tomorrow, shyly trying to please her.

As the most beautiful female host near the dock, she had many suitors, and even the passing police chiefs would enthusiastically help her drive away men with bad intentions.

Even though Gu Zhen said that she wanted to remain a widow for her deceased husband, there were still people who refused to give up.

Mrs. Wang didn't want her son to get involved with a widow, so she beat her up and sent her back home. Mr. Yang lost his wife and mother at an early age, and was a lonely man. He seemed to not understand being rejected and insisted on coming to the restaurant to eat every day.

Gu Zhen didn't bother to pay attention to him and turned away.

Mr. Yang was not the kind of person who was good at smooth talking. He wanted to follow with a bitter face, but was stopped by the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was very grateful to Gu Zhen for being able to find such a job. He was also old and consciously regarded Gu Zhen as a junior who was almost like his own child, so he blocked many suitors.

It's not easy for a widow to remarry.

"Boss Yang, our boss is not feeling well. Please go back. Can you come back another day?"

Mr. Yang was unwilling to give up. He felt itchy in his heart as he watched the disappearing figure. Many matchmakers came to introduce him to second wives, but he didn't like any of them. He fell in love with Gu Zhen at first sight.

"Boss, if you can help me deliver this letter to Mr. Gu, I will definitely give you a generous gift as a thank you."

The shopkeeper repeatedly declined, as it would be bad for his reputation if this got out. But the other party was determined not to leave. Just as the stalemate was going on, a man came in from the door.

"Master Wen is back!" The shopkeeper was overjoyed and rushed over as if he had seen a savior. "Please help persuade Boss Yang, this..."

Wen Zhao looked indifferent. He glanced at the letter in Yang Dongjia's hand and had no intention of taking it.

Boss Yang had met him many times and was a little scared every time, but he didn't want to offend him. After all, according to the rules of the court, if Gu Zhen wanted to remarry, she had to get Wen Zhao's approval.

He had a feeling that he was competing with the Wen family for someone, and every time Wen Zhao looked at him, there was no kindness in his eyes.

Yang Dongjia stuffed the letter back into his arms embarrassedly. He would give it to Gu Zhen himself if he had the chance, rather than asking anyone else to do it.

"Boss, please send Mr. Yang back home. It's getting late and it's very gloomy outside. We should close the shop early and you should get off work early too." Wen Zhao nodded, ignored Mr. Yang, and walked straight through the corridor to the inner courtyard.

He comes to the store to help out after school every day, but today he came back late because he was kept after class to do an essay.

I didn't expect that Mr. Yang is still here. He is really still harboring evil intentions.

Those who pursue Gu Zhen all have bad intentions, and no one is worthy of her.

Wen Zhao's face was darker than the sky. Who dared to covet Gu Zhen?

However, as far as he knew, among the admirers there were not only people like Yang Dongjia, but also those with good family background and good character, such as the young constable who got a job in the government office with money donated by his family.

He is about the same age as Wen Zhao, has a baby face and looks very friendly when he smiles. He is the only son in the family and may have a better future if he gains some experience.

This man was in charge of the dock area. He often hung around Gu Zhen, and Gu Zhen didn't seem to dislike him.

What if she also plans to remarry?

Wen Zhao suddenly stopped in his tracks. This thought was like a bolt of lightning that blew him into pieces.

His heart was pounding. Hadn't he always hoped that Gu Zhen would figure it out and remarry to live a good life? Why did he change his mind now?

Whenever Wen Zhao thought of Gu Zhen marrying those men outside, he couldn't control his panic.

He covered his chest, unable to deceive himself any longer.

Wen Zhao walked to Gu Zhen's door and knocked. They didn't like servants to serve them personally. The servants hired by the family were supposed to go back to their own homes except when they went to work on time.

Now there is only a maid guarding the gatehouse.

The yard was quiet. When Gu Zhen's gentle voice was heard, Wen Zhao's heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

He pushed the door open and found Gu Zhen sitting at the table with her hair casually tied up. She was also wearing a jade hairpin that he had saved up money to buy a few days ago. The bright green color matched her skin tone very well.

Wen Zhao sat next to her without saying a word.

Gu Zhen was surprised why he sat so close to her today. However, seeing that he looked unhappy, Gu Zhen was a little worried: "He came back so late, is there something wrong?"

"Were you punished by your uncle?"

Wen Zhao didn't know what to think, so he continued, "Master wrote to me and asked me about my homework. He also left some questions for Uncle Master to test me, but I couldn't answer them."

Actually, he answered very well.

Gu Zhen smiled and touched his head as usual: "What's the big deal? It's normal for a disciple to not be able to answer the teacher's questions. If I know everything, what's the point of having a teacher?"

Wen Zhao looked into her eyes and said nothing for a long while. Finally, he stood up and said dryly, "You are not feeling well. Go to bed early. I will bring you some water."

Gu Zhen looked at his somewhat panicked back and rubbed her temples. She had to get some sleep quickly.

When Wen Zhao came back with a basin of hot water, Gu Zhen had already fallen asleep with his head propped up on his forehead. He called out to her a few times but there was no response, so he had to carry her to the bed.

Gu Zhen opened her eyes, and seeing that it was him who fell asleep peacefully again, Wen Zhao trusted and relied on her wholeheartedly. His heart was filled with an indescribable sense of pride.

Wen Zhao asked her to lean on the quilt and squatted down to take off Gu Zhen's embroidered shoes.

Without even a struggle in his heart, he rolled up his sleeves to soak Gu Zhen's feet. When the pair of tender feet rested in his palms, Wen Zhao felt as if he was scalded by hot water, and his face turned red from head to toes.

Not daring to look at his calves and feet again, Wen Zhao turned his back and sat on the footstool beside the bed, waiting for the water to slowly warm up.

Time seemed to be long. Wen Zhao reached in to test the water temperature, and when he felt it was about right, he wiped Gu Zhen's feet and tucked her into the quilt. He tried to hold back but still couldn't, so he gently leaned over and touched Gu Zhen's forehead with the side of his face.

No fever is good.

He walked out carefully with the water, not noticing that the person on the bed was facing sideways towards him and had already opened his eyes.

Gu Zhen looked at the bed curtains blankly, with warmth still lingering on her feet.

Wen Zhao actually washed her feet!

It was over, she felt something was out of control, as if the reins in her hands suddenly disappeared, and the horse was galloping wildly on the grassland, turning back and snorting at her from time to time!

No wonder Wen Zhao has been calling her "you, yours" recently. It turns out that his mind has become wild...