Greetings, Ninth Uncle

Ch 63 - Eldest Sister

After Cheng Yujin finished speaking, Cheng Yuanjing turned his face aside and couldn't help laughing.

Cheng Yujin solemnly stared at Cheng Yuanjing: "Ninth Uncle, I'm talking serious here. Do not laugh."

"Okay," Cheng Yuanjing raised his hand at Cheng Yujin, but his eyes were full of smiles: "You continue."

At this moment, sunlight was coming out from behind the cloud, pouring in golden light on the courtyard. Cheng Yuanjing was handsome and majestic. He smiled gently under the sunlight, teasing Cheng Yujin. It was such a harmonious and beautiful picture.

Influenced by Cheng Yuanjing, Cheng Yujin also wanted to laugh. The corner of her mouth curled up, but she tried hard to hold back her laughter. She turned her head and looked at Huo Changyuan with a solemn face: "Marquis Huo, don't you agree?"

Huo Changyuan's fingers clenched into a fist. His lips moved several times. Trying to speak, but no words came out.

Calling Cheng Yujin' eldest sister'? How is this possible!

What annoyed him even more, however, was seeing with his own eyes how Cheng Yujin talked and bantered freely with Cheng Yuanjing. Cheng Yujin's temperament wasn't the one that could play around coquettishly with others. During half a year when they were engaged, Cheng Yujin always maintained politeness and dignity in front of Huo Changyuan. Even if they met by chance, she would stop three steps away according to the etiquette and politely called him: "Marquis Huo."

She never sat by his side, glared at him, and said angrily: "Don't laugh."

Huo Changyuan seemed to feel an emptiness in his heart. It was as if something important to him had been dug up thoroughly and put into place he could see but could never reach. At the place it left empty, the wind passed through and made whirring sounds. There was a faint trace of pain, more emptiness, and a total loss and confusion.

Huo Changyuan kept repeating a picture in his mind: Cheng Yujin, dressed in red, sat dignifiedly on the canopied bed. He stood on the side, five colors auspicious seeds popped down from the top of his head. This was the scene of their wedding. But in the next second, the picture suddenly shattered. He lifted his bride's veil and saw Cheng Yumo's shy and timid face.

It shouldn't be like this—Huo Changyuan kept repeating this in his heart. But then he felt at a loss again: if it shouldn't be like this, then how should it be?

Cheng Yumo was pulled aside by Ruan-shi to chat. After a while, she vaguely felt something was not right. When she turned around, she found that Huo Changyuan was missing. She got up quickly and found that Huo Changyuan was standing outside. Cheng Yumo squinted her eyes and saw a pale blue figure flashed through the curtain.

Cheng Yumo's heart instantly jumped. She immediately walked out and saw Huo Changyuan stood on the side while Cheng Yujin and Cheng Yuanjing sat on the tea chair, seemingly were talking with each other. Cheng Yumo tried her best to pretend to be usual, and walked towards them casually: "Eldest sister, Ninth Uncle, what are you talking about?"

When she arrived, Cheng Yumo leaned so naturally against Huo Changyuan. Cheng Yujin glanced over their overlapping sleeves and smiled: "Second sister and Marquis Huo are newly married and have deep feelings. Congratulations."

Huo Changyuan was still in a daze when Cheng Yumo was approaching, and it was already too late when he finally noticed her action. The arm that Cheng Yumo was leaning against was as stiff as a stone. He subconsciously glanced at Cheng Yujin and took a step back calmly: "There are people here."

Cheng Yumo was leaning against Huo Changyuan's arm, but he stepped back. Her upper body staggered, and she almost lost her balance. Cheng Yumo was dissatisfied. When Huo Changyuan took her back to visit her natal family in her previous life, he didn't care about other people's gaze at all and was very considerate of her. Why now he avoided when she got close?