Liang Yuening, throughout the entire day today, acted crazy and dumb, feigning weakness to the enemy, and even unabashedly singing his own praises.
But there was one thing he didn't say wrong.
A childlike heart.
No matter how he changes, no matter if he's gained intelligence or not, whether he has any hidden motives or not, when he's at home, in front of his wife master, facing his brothers, he always has a childlike heart, never forgetting his original intent.
He's always been the same him, in front of his family, always the clumsy and almost foolish Liang Yuening, not the renowned Ghost Artisan Ah Wu of Dayuan, and certainly not the deep schemer pretending otherwise.
...
"Look, I brought you some goodies."
Dong Huiying waved at Yuening, then raised the cloth bag in her hand.
Liang Yuening looked clueless, his nose twitching as he took a big sniff, and then his eyes lit up instantly.
"There's something delicious!"
This wasn't a question; it was a statement.
