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However, when the servant’s voice rang out, Lin Yuan’s entire body trembled, numb as if struck by electricity. People can disguise their appearance, voices can be masked, but sometimes when one is too nervous or too joyous, they inadvertently reveal their true selves.

Just like this man in front of her!

Lin Yuan didn’t wait for him to put down the plate in his hand; she snatched off the hood that almost covered his entire face, "You!"

Amidst a chorus of light gasps, the servant’s true identity was finally revealed to everyone present.

This...

Lin Jiaxin and the others were stunned.

It was Xiao Linshuang who suddenly stopped covering her ears with her hands, stood up abruptly, and started laughing hysterically while hitting the table, "Haha, brother-in-law! It’s actually you?

Ah haha, you really are the funniest, playing around serving dishes! I want to play too; I want to play!"

Saying so, the young girl left her chair and, along with Xiao Shitou, grabbed the hood Lin Yuan had pulled off, slapped it on her head, and started running back and forth in the elegant room, laughing.

Lin Wei and Xiao He, afraid the two might fall, closely followed behind, watching over them.

Looking at Lin Yuan again, her face was flushed red, her eyes intently fixed on the rugged, travel-worn man in front of her. Her heart ached.

She knew how far it was from Jiangnan to Zhuma Town. This fellow must have known that today was her shop’s grand opening, as he had sent her a figurine of the God of Wealth. She had received the gift in the morning, and now the man himself had arrived in the evening.

Too fast, too sudden, and too tiring!

Lady Liu glanced at Xia Zheng, then at her daughter, and understanding everything, she gently tugged at her daughter’s sleeve, "Why not let Ah Zheng sit down quickly? Look how tired he is, his little face has lost weight."

Liuzi had already taken the plate from Xia Zheng’s hands at the first opportunity, and Lin Yi quickly moved his own chair over, conveniently placing it beside Lin Yuan.

Xia Zheng looked at him appreciatively, very pleased with his sudden burst of intelligence.

Lin Yuan gazed at Xia Zheng, who had taken a seat beside her, at a loss for words.

Only now that he was close did she notice that his beard hadn’t been shaved for two days.

His hair was a mess, and the clothes he used to disguise himself as a servant were now taken off.

However, after removing them, she realized that Xia Zheng, who always took pride in his appearance, had clothes full of creases.

Lin Yuan bit her lip, her nose suddenly feeling sour and her eyes welling up. The anger from being deceived by him was gone, replaced by a heart full of emotion and tenderness.

Suddenly, a warm large hand covered her own that was clutching her collar tightly, causing Lin Yuan’s body to shiver involuntarily; she turned her palm over and their fingers tightly intertwined.

Because of Xia Zheng’s unexpected return, the party, which had been halfway through, soared in spirit once again.

Considering that Xia Zheng had just endured a long journey and would likely not have a great appetite, Lin Yuan ordered him a warm, stomach-soothing serving of rice porridge.

For the dishes, she specifically picked light flavors for him, amusing Sister Gui Zhi and the others, who were secretly smiling behind pursed lips.

Feeling Lin Yuan’s silent care, Xia Zheng’s heart almost took flight, and he ended up consuming three bowls of the bland rice porridge he normally cared little for.

However, what he didn’t know was that, at this very moment, somewhere afar, someone was cursing him, furious beyond measure.

Violently throwing away the thin quilt and pillow in his hands, Lao Fan huffed and puffed, puffing out his beard and glaring, "Damn it! Scoundrel! Little rascal! He’s infuriating me to death!

He talked about being tired, wanting to rest; the old man here worried about him, took the trouble to bring him food!

But no! He sneaks off on his own! Doesn’t even think to bring me along! Scoundrel! He’s driving me furious!"