Qin Yuan lowered her head, speaking softly: "Husband, why are you saying these things?"
Seeing this, Gu Jinghui couldn't help but laugh.
His little wife must be embarrassed.
He tightened his grip on her hand and gently soothed her, "It's my fault. Truly, there's no need to speak of such matters between husband and wife—we understand each other. I'm just worried that, with everything going on lately, we haven't consummated our marriage, and you might wonder, thinking I don't care for you. Yuan'er, I cherish how capable you are, you know?"
Qin Yuan ignored him even more.
Gu Jinghui also fell silent, and the two strolled leisurely to Wutong Garden before stopping to speak.
Gu Jinghui said, "Go on back—I'll head up to the main room."
Qin Yuan nodded and said, "Husband, remember before entering the house to take a moment by the incense burner and wear your apron."
The main room had both elders and children—it required more care.
