Meng Qianqian and her group returned to the Yu Family.
When she stepped out of the carriage, Lai Fu was still sulking, clearly blaming himself for what had happened earlier.
Meng Qianqian took a candied hawthorn skewer from the bunch she had bought halfway and handed it to him: "Here."
Lai Fu stared blankly at Meng Qianqian.
Meng Qianqian smiled faintly: "Take it. This skewer was bought specifically for you."
Lai Fu looked at the shiny candied hawthorn skewer in disbelief. He had never dreamed of being given one himself.
He was already eighteen, a year older than the young master...
His eyes reddened uncontrollably once again: "Young Madam..."
Meng Qianqian said softly, "He has one too."
Yu Zichuan had two skewers. Only taking one would feel off.
Lai Fu was completely reassured now.
Young Madam Lu really wasn't angry.
Young Madam Lu truly was a great person.
The young master being unable to marry Young Madam Lu was genuinely pitiful.
