sonovelo Chapter 1958 - 132: Tea House, Gentle and Warm
Chapter 1958 - 132: Tea House, Gentle and Warm
Second Elder made countless arrangements for this.
However, before the so-called Young Master of Qin Family, Qin Xuan, appeared, all her schemes fell through.
In this battle, Second Elder was always in a weak position, yet she could not let it go and refused to give up, pushing harder with each setback, as if she was at odds with Old Lady Qin.
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There are plenty of scandalous rumors about Young Master of Qin Family, Qin Xuan, which are unreliable but people talk about them as if they were true. Whatever others say, I listen to and believe.
Gradually, the reputation of Young Master Qin Xuan in Dongcui City worsened, and he was deemed unchaste and impure by the public.
And between Qin Young Master and Old Lady Qin, there were also many lewd slanders.
"Qin Xuan, huh? I know him, isn’t he the Young Master of Qin Family?"
"Heh, Young Master? Sounds grand, but he’s just a male companion serving others with his looks."
"Who doesn’t know where his Young Master title comes from? Everyone’s not a fool."
"Exactly. If you ask me, Qin Xuan really is daring, so young and does something like this, bowing down to an old lady over fifty?"
"What’s strange about this? These things happen a lot; it’s called pairing old with young."
"Right. Forget Old Lady Qin, even outside, those older women marrying younger men or keeping a few handsome young men as outside partners is quite normal, isn’t it?"
"Yes. You all say Qin Xuan is awful, but I think he’s quite capable."
"To be able to latch onto such a prominent branch as Old Lady Qin, he hasn’t lived in vain. When the old lady dies, won’t all that wealth fall into his hands? That’s a good thing, wealth that lasts generations."
This is a bustling street, inside a teahouse, people gathered to use Qin Family’s affairs as idle chat over tea.
These folks would gesticulate animatedly at high points in their chat, speaking words of praise but their eyes were filled with disdain and contempt.
Regardless, everyone had long accepted it. The relationship between Young Master Qin Xuan and Old Lady Qin was impure; surely there was something between them.
The so-called pairing of old and young sounded more like an absurd joke.
To put it bluntly, if not for money, how else would a man in his prime lower himself to associate with an elderly woman?
In the teahouse, near the window seat.
A man, gentle as jade, dressed in a green robe, sits with a freshly brewed pot of tea on the table before him.
The man’s hands are quite beautiful, slender, and fair.
He picks up the teacup and takes a gentle sip, a faint smile on his lips, his gaze like autumn water under a bright moon, exuding remarkable charm.
The man seems to have come alone.
Other men wouldn’t leave their homes, adhere strictly to etiquette, even when occasionally stepping outside, they would wear a white gauze hat to cover their faces, lest their appearance be noticed.
Yet this man is peculiar.
He doesn’t seem to like wearing white gauze hats, or perhaps he’s unaccustomed to them?
To put it simply, this beauty was openly displayed to the world, and his demeanor appeared rather comfortable, very serene and indifferent.
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The teahouse was almost filled with women.
As such, the man’s presence was even more conspicuous.