Chapter 172: Chapter 173: No Resemblance
Gu Lejia stood at the gate, hesitating. His Seventh Uncle rarely had a day off at home, and he had thought that if he brought Song Xiuyang over, maybe his uncle would stop opposing them.
Unexpectedly, just as they reached the gate, Song Xiuyang backed down. "Itâs not right to just show up like this."
She couldnât quite say what was wrong, but she felt that coming back alone with Gu Lejia was improper, whether by the rules of etiquette or by reason.
"I want my Seventh Uncle to see how good you are. That way, he wonât refuse to lend us a hand." Gu Lejia tried to persuade Xiuxiang again, while also psyching himself up.
"Maybe we should just forget it?" Xiuxiang knew her own background. She had shown kindness to Gu Lejia only because he was a worker brought back by Chen Dongjia, with no family entanglements, thinking there would be much less resistance.
But she never expected this uncle who had suddenly appeared to live in such a large house and even have servants. He didnât seem simple at all, and she started having second thoughts.
Gu Lejia said, "No matter what, weâre already here. We have to at least try. Otherwise, I wonât have any silver taels to give to your stepmother."
Song Xiuyang was getting a headache now. If she had known better, she wouldnât have flirted with this simpleton. Now everyone around them thought they were having an affair, which put her in a difficult position. "Maybe we should just forget it. Actually, your uncle is just looking out for you. Iâm a widow, after all. Your elders would surely want you to marry an innocent girl from a respectable family."
Gu Lejia replied, "You said it yourself, heâs just my uncle. My marriage should be decided by my parents. Since my parents arenât here now, Iâm the one who calls the shots."
Ancient Wen Heng really didnât want the onlookers to keep enjoying the show, so he coughed lightly twice. The two, still lost in their own thoughts, whipped their heads around to look at them.
"Seventh Uncle, Seventh Aunt," Gu Lejia said, his eyes darting around guiltily. "You werenât at home?"
Jin Qianqian was speechless. âIsnât that obvious?â
Jin Qianqian grumbled inwardly, not forgetting to secretly size up the girl beside him.
She was dressed in plain, unadorned clothes, which made her look quite clean and neat.
When she saw the small white flower pinned in the girlâs hair, Jin Qianqian couldnât help but frown slightly. Even if she wasnât a native of this ancient era, she at least understood basic social customs.
Wearing mourning attire like this, while it might make her look more pitiable and helpless, was completely inappropriate for meeting a manâs family.
However, her delicate features were actually not bad. Although her complexion was a bit dark, her refined features earned her some points.
"You didnât go to work today?" Ancient Wen Heng asked, looking only at Gu Lejia. For the past few days, although the young man was staying with them, he had been going to help out at Chen Dongjiaâs place on time every day, saying he wanted to earn some wages to take back.
"I took the day off from the boss today, Seventh Uncle..."
"I never thought Wenheng would have a nephew this old." Deng Yuanhang suddenly interjected, walking over and looking Gu Lejia up and down. "But you donât look alike. Is he really your blood nephew?"
Ancient Wen Heng jabbed him with an elbow, smearing the seafood he was carrying onto Deng Yuanhangâs clothes. This made Deng Yuanhang jump back, squawking in protest.
"A gentleman uses his words, not his fists! Donât you know what youâre holding? I think youâre just using this as an excuse for revenge. Besides, I didnât even say anything bad! You canât treat your senior brother like this." Once he was at what he considered a safe distance, Deng Yuanhang quickly inspected his robes.
"Itâs ruined! I just put this robe on a little while ago, and now it reeks of fish! You have to compensate me with a new one."
Carrying his things, Ancient Wen Heng led Jin Qianqian toward the main gate. "I donât have a new one, but I can give you a bar of soap so you can wash it yourself."
The moment he heard there was something to gain, Deng Yuanhang perked up. Forgetting all about uncles and nephews, he hurried after them. "Itâs a deal, then! But one bar is too little. A smell this strong will take at least two or three bars to get out, donât you think?"
Without turning his head, Ancient Wen Heng replied, "You overestimate your own size. Do you really think youâll need that much?"
Deng Yuanhang was speechless. âThe words sound fine, but why does it feel like somethingâs wrong?â
Gu Lejia, forgotten outside the gate, and an awkward Xiuxiang standing to the side were left speechless.
As soon as they entered the house, Hong Da, who was guarding the entrance, immediately took the seafood from Ancient Wen Hengâs hands.
"Have you found a buyer for that soap of yours yet?" Deng Yuanhang had already made his way to the drawing room and was now slumped ungracefully in a chair. "Actually, we often work with merchants. Want me to introduce you to a few?"
Ancient Wen Heng replied, "Not right now. But if the need arises, Iâll have to trouble you for some help then, Senior Brother."
Deng Yuanhang nodded. "But that stuff of yours really is amazing. I had my servants wash some clothes with it. Not only did it get rid of many stains completely, but it also left a faint, fresh scent. My people said it seems to make the clothes last longer, and theyâve asked me several times where they can buy it.
"If the price isnât set too high, I bet every household will want to stock up on it."
If they werenât fellow disciples, Deng Yuanhang wasnât sure he could have restrained himself from getting his hands on the business.
Ancient Wen Heng naturally knew the potential of such a consumable product and already had a plan. He was preparing to find a broker that afternoon to hire a few more nimble-fingered workers so they could get a small workshop up and running.
Jin Qianqian hadnât been idle these past few days, either. The storage room in the backyard was already filled with the raw materials she needed. As soon as the workers arrived, they could get started.
"Soon," Ancient Wen Heng said. "Itâs just hard to get leave from the academy right now, so my wife has been handling most things. Once weâve made some progress, youâll be the first to know." Although Deng Yuanhang had his own selfish thoughts, after spending so much time together, Ancient Wen Heng found his character trustworthy.
"Was that really your nephew outside just now?" Deng Yuanhangâs curiosity was always boundless.
Ancient Wen Heng said, "Heâs my eldest brotherâs youngest son. He got lost when we were fleeing the famine. I just never expected him to end up here after all this time."
Not seeing Jin Qianqian around, Deng Yuanhang couldnât help but start teasing, "To be honest, you donât look alike at all.
"Youâre probably the best-looking one in your family. Even the daughter of the Prefect canât forget your face after seeing it once. It was my fault for being so presumptuous last time and making you flee overnight. If we hadnât run, we might have gotten to see a good show."
Ancient Wen Heng shot him a glare. "Donât go starting trouble for me. Lu Ping already said that youâre Prefect Xiaoâs first choice for a son-in-law. Someone like me, they wouldnât even give a second glance."
Growing up, Ancient Wen Heng had met too many people like that and never paid them any mind.
Jin Qianqian, along with Little Hua and Mrs. Huang, began to get busy in the kitchen.
At some point, Gu Lejia, who had entered the courtyard, also came inside with his companion.