Chapter 262: Chapter 245: What’s Mine is Mine!_2
"Since you don’t want my gratitude, I’ll have to give it to General Liang or General Cheng."
Pei Zhan hadn’t even finished speaking when Fu Zhen had already turned around!
His face flushed red, he reached out and snatched the white jade hairpin: "In your dreams, what you give me is obviously mine!"
Fu Zhen said, "You said you didn’t want it!"
"Who said I didn’t? I never said that!"
Pei Zhan held the hairpin to his chest and took off running!
Fu Zhen lifted her skirt and chased after him: "I just praised you earlier, now you’re being so domineering, you’re really a fickle man!..."
...
Guo Song was waiting in the study, almost dozing off.
Hearing movement at the gate, he immediately perked up!
Looking up, he saw it was Pei Zhan exuding confidence as he returned!
—To be able to describe him as "full of vigor" at this late hour was something even Guo Song found incredible!
But Pei Zhan in front of him seemed full of youthful energy, as if he’d found a mountain of gold, joy evident in his eyes and brows!
Weren’t they just going to have some tofu together? How did it seem like a date with a lover, making him appear like lovestruck teenager?
"General!" Guo Song approached, "General Liang sent a message saying he’s drinking with Junior General Cheng, asking if you’d like to join?"
Usually, at times like this, Pei Zhan would certainly go, especially since tonight they received significant news about the Xu family; surely there were clues to discuss.
Unexpectedly, Pei Zhan flatly refused: "Not going!"
After saying that, he strode into the room.
Guo Song was stunned but followed inside: "Junior General Liang said they’re drinking at Wanbin Building, and Mother-in-law specially prepared delicious grilled lamb!"
"Send a message to Mother-in-law saying I’ll go back with the Young Madam tomorrow, let them drink by themselves tonight!"
Pei Zhan shut the door in Guo Song’s face.
Whatever Guo Song was saying outside, he didn’t listen at all. He quickly pulled the hairpin from his pocket with both hands, sat by the candlelight, and examined it carefully.
In the room, the flickering candle shadows were no different from his swaying emotions at the moment. The warmth from his body seeped into the hairpin; under the candlelight, its superior material glowed faintly, with no fancy patterns, just a small swallow carved on it, crafted by artisans of the Ning Family’s Shop, with skill beyond words. She handpicked the jade, personally designed the pattern, and crafted this hairpin so meticulously to give it to him!
Pei Zhan couldn’t help but smile, holding it tightly in his hand. He moved to lie on the brocade couch, placing the hairpin in front of his eyes.
When he was young, he silently collected many trinkets she didn’t want, never imagining he would one day receive a gift she personally gave.
After looking at it for a moment, he sprang up, swiftly rolled his bedding into a bundle, tucked it under his arm, opened the door, and walked briskly toward the main room.
Earlier, when Fu Zhen was asking the gold shop artisan to craft jewelry, she had the artisan make this hairpin.
The hairpin had been ready for a few days but she hadn’t found the right opportunity to give it away, so it stayed with her.
The topic came up halfway, and while the hairpin was given, what she wanted to say remained unsaid.
After returning to the room, she had just changed and bathed. Ziyan was helping her dry her hair when Bixi came in with a serious expression: "Young Madam, the General has returned with his bedding!"
"Bedding?"
Fu Zhen also found it strange, casually walking to the threshold, and sure enough, she saw Pei Zhan almost running to the door: "From today, I’ll sleep in this room!"
Fu Zhen was dumbfounded: "Aren’t you unable to sleep here?"
In truth, Fu Zhen didn’t mind where he slept; if she didn’t have this level of trust in his character, why bother getting married at all?
The key was his bold entrance—
"I think you’re right." Pei Zhan, without allowing for objection, began making the bed on the couch, "I have so much to do every day, I need someone to manage household affairs. Guo Song and his rough men are too careless, always sloppy, unlike you ladies who are meticulous. I hope you’ll be understanding of my busyness and let me benefit from your presence."
When Fu Zhen heard him say "Guo Song isn’t capable," she couldn’t help but ask: "Does Guo Song know about this?"
"If he doesn’t know, it means he’s not self-aware." Pei Zhan replied, then turned to look at her: "Don’t worry, I won’t trouble you! Besides, I don’t snore in my sleep. And I’m quite clean, I bathe every day! Oh, Ziyan, quickly prepare hot water for me!"