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Seeing Lin Yuan struggle with the door for half a day but still persisting, Xia Zheng found it difficult to watch.

He stepped forward and took her small hand, which had been marked by the wooden door, and examined it carefully, frowning and muttering, "What’s more valuable, the door or your hand?

You scratched up your hand over a lousy door! "

Lin Yuan’s face turned red, and she quickly withdrew her hand, glancing around guiltily to see if anyone had noticed before pouting and grumbling, "A broken hand can heal, but a broken door needs money to replace. Of course, the door is more valuable."

Besides, her hand wasn’t really scratched; at most, it was just marked with a pale line, not even red. Rubbing her hands together, even those pale marks disappeared.

However, Xia Zheng was not appeased. He separated her hands, inspected them again for tiny wooden splinters from the door, and then relaxed.

But he still didn’t let go of her small hand; he quickly patted the palm of each hand and coldly snorted, "What about the door being valuable! If you cut your hand, I’ll chop this door into firewood, and burn it all up! "

Lin Yuan couldn’t help but laugh, hearing a threat that somehow didn’t lack tenderness. This was the first time she heard Young Master Xia say such a thing. Though amusing, it warmed her heart and even felt a little sweet.

In her previous life, she devoted herself solely to researching recipes, without even a moment of personal time, let alone dating.

Whenever she saw couples being affectionate, she felt both puzzled and disdainful, especially when she saw them hugging during the hot summer days, scoffing inwardly at how they could not feel the heat.

Only now that she had finally experienced this feeling did she realize that the warmth in her heart had long surpassed the heat in temperature—no wonder those couples would rather die of heat than let go of each other.

The rain today came unexpectedly, akin to a summer downpour.

Before they had finished dining, the heavy rain had already poured down, trapping Xia Zheng in the Lin family’s hollow before he could return to Zhuma Town.

Seeing the rain was fierce and heavy, Lin Yuan was concerned about his lone journey on the carriage for two hours, intending to offer him a stay. But she struggled to voice the offer.

Fortunately, when Lin Yuan couldn’t speak up, naturally someone else could.

Seeing the rain outside, Lin Jiaxin, the head of the household, immediately decided to keep Xia Zheng for the night.

Although the new rooms were not yet built, there were still two rooms available.

Lady Liu, missing her mother, had already moved into the western room with Lady Fan and her daughters.

Now, only Lin Jiaxin occupied the eastern room, and adding Xia Zheng to it presented no issue.

After their recent interactions, Lady Liu held a fondness for Xia Zheng, who did not have the faintest air of an arrogant young master, and did not object to her husband’s suggestion.

Only, their blankets at home were old. Though some had been washed and cleaned, they naturally could not compare with the bedding from Fuman Building, and she feared Xia Zheng might disdain them.

Lin Yuan, however, didn’t mind. If Xia Zheng truly disdained her home over a blanket, then there would be no need to continue anything between them. Disdain for her home was disdain for her background, and if this man disdained her, wouldn’t his family value her even less?

Luckily, Xia Zheng never minded these things. When Lin Yuan handed him the obviously not-new but thoroughly cleaned bedding, his expression did not change at all. In fact, while taking the bedding, he even sneakily pinched her fingers from underneath.

Lin Yuan, who had been watching Xia Zheng’s expression, instantly blushed, chastising him with her lips, but her heart was filled with joy. At least she hadn’t misjudged this man.