Chapter 1177 - 1177 1177 A Fragment of Memory (2)

1177: Chapter 1177: A Fragment of Memory (2) 1177: Chapter 1177: A Fragment of Memory (2) Yang Ruxin’s mouth twitched, but to tell the truth, she was quite curious as well, whether Zeze and Yu Qingge would, in a moment of impulse, just…

Although she was open-minded and Yu Qingge didn’t seem to care, this was after all ancient times, and if they really did something prematurely, she still worried they would be censured by others.

However, Yang Ruxin was now more eager to check on Lin Xiwang’s situation.

The little guy truly suffered yesterday and was frightened.

But when she went over to the room where Lin Xiwang was staying, she was told by Yiyi that he had already been taken to the front hall by the third young lady, the fourth young lady, and Young Master Xiaofeng and others.

Yang Ruxin also breathed a sigh of relief, which meant the little guy was fine.

“That boy, if trained, will be a good seedling,” Gu Qingheng said sincerely.

“You plan to train him?” Yang Ruxin frowned.

“It still depends on whether he is willing,” Gu Qingheng chuckled, “Haven’t you noticed that his healing abilities are stronger than the average person’s?”

Yang Ruxin knitted her brows slightly.

She hadn’t noticed, but since Gu Qingheng was never one to speak recklessly, it must mean that he had spotted the boy’s talent: “Then we should find an opportunity to ask him.”

They were talking and left Xinyuan, but they hadn’t walked far when they encountered two people also coming out of Xiyue Residence, one striding confidently and the other hanging their head as if wishing to burrow into the ground, with Liu Guang and Liuyun following behind with faces…

snickering.

“Zeze…” Yang Ruxin called out.

However, Yu Qingge suddenly looked up, then forcefully pulled away from Fang Tianze, who was holding her hand, and rushed over to Yang Ruxin in a few steps, clutching her arm: “Sis…” She sounded so aggrieved.

“You go on ahead,” Yang Ruxin held Yu Qingge’s hand.

Fang Tianze wanted to say something, but was quickly pulled away by Gu Qingheng.

“Yu Qingge, tell me the truth, how far have you two gone?” Yang Ruxin then straightened Yu Qingge’s head and looked at her sternly.

“What ‘how far’?” Yu Qingge’s face couldn’t help but flush a little.

“Don’t beat around the bush,” Yang Ruxin arched an eyebrow, “If this were the 21st century, I might not be so concerned, but don’t forget, this is ancient times…

in case…”

“Hugging, kissing, and lifting up high, would that make me pregnant?” Yu Qingge was somewhat calm this time.

Yang Ruxin burst into laughter, flicking the other’s forehead with her finger: “Well, that’s good…”

“It was that boy.

He said he can’t touch me before we’re married, otherwise it would be irresponsible…” Yu Qingge sighed.

“Doesn’t that mean the boy is responsible?

You should be happy…” Yang Ruxin tugged her forward as they walked.

“I did want to be happy, but…” Yu Qingge sighed again, “just now, when he kissed me until I almost couldn’t breathe, suddenly a bit of memory popped into my head…”

“Yu Keke’s memory?” Yang Ruxin stopped in her tracks at once.

Yu Qingge nodded: “But the memory that emerged wasn’t much, just a fleeting glimpse, yet it let me know something, and that is that this Yu Keke seems to have a betrothed…”

Yang Ruxin’s eyes widened suddenly: “A betrothed?” She finally understood why a girl with even thicker skin than herself could be so embarrassed by a moment of closeness with Zeze that she couldn’t raise her head.

It wasn’t shyness at all; it was worry.