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Du Ming ultimately exposed the family's conspiracies, revealing his uncle's true nature, which led to the appropriate punishment. I looked at Du Ming; although his expression was calm, I could sense the suppressed emotions within him. After returning home, the first thing he did was take me to the back garden.
"Lingxi, do you remember the place where we first met?" Du Ming asked, pointing to a nearby pear tree covered in small white flowers.
"Of course I remember; you really startled me back then," I replied with a smile, as if those thrilling past events had turned into sweet memories.
We walked side by side along the pebble-paved path, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows. Du Ming held my hand; his palm was warm and dry, as if it could dispel all my anxieties.
"Lingxi, thank you for always being by my side," Du Ming said softly, his voice filled with deep affection.
"Silly, we're married; why say such things?" I gently rested my head on his shoulder, savoring this rare moment of tranquility and warmth.
A few days later, Bai Wei came to visit us. The dining table was filled with delicious dishes that I had prepared myself. As Bai Wei tasted the food, she joked, "Lingxi, your cooking skills are getting better and better; whoever marries you will be truly blessed."
I shot her a glare and retorted, "You're just being cheeky."
Du Ming listened quietly from the side, a slight smile on his lips, his eyes full of affection.
Seeing Du Ming's expression, Bai Wei couldn't help but tease him further: "Oh Master Du, look at you! You're already protective before even getting married."
"Bai Wei!" I blushed and shot her an annoyed look.
But Du Ming smiled and said, "Bai Wei is right; I should indeed protect Lingxi well."
The three of us exchanged smiles, filling the room with laughter and joy.
After dinner, Du Ming took the initiative to ask my father for advice on business matters. I was a bit surprised but understood that he wanted to plan for our future. My father's attitude toward Du Ming softened significantly as he patiently explained the family business's management philosophy and experiences. Watching them enjoy their conversation filled my heart with warmth.
I realized that Du Ming sought my father's approval not just for himself but also for me. He wanted to prove to everyone that he could bring me happiness and be my solid support. Gradually, my father accepted Du Ming; he saw the changes in him and recognized his genuine feelings for me.
During this time, I resumed my studies in ancient medicine. I hoped to use my skills to help more people relieve their suffering from illness. Du Ming fully supported my decision; he had a room next to my study transformed into my workspace, filled with various precious herbs and medical books.
Whenever I immersed myself in research, Du Ming would quietly accompany me. He would brew a pot of fragrant flower tea and place a plate of exquisite pastries beside me. Sometimes he would flip through the medical books in my hands and curiously ask me questions. Although he knew nothing about medicine, he listened intently as if those obscure texts held great allure for him.
"Lingxi, have you ever thought about opening a clinic?" Du Ming set down the book and turned to me with sparkling eyes full of anticipation.
"A clinic?" I paused slightly before shaking my head. "It's not the right time yet; I still need more practice with my skills."
Du Ming took my hand firmly and said earnestly, "I believe in you; one day you will become the best doctor, and I will always be by your side supporting your dreams."
Days flowed by peacefully and warmly.
One night, under the moonlight pouring down like water, Du Ming and I strolled through the garden. The gentle moonlight bathed us in a soft glow as if draping us in a veil of mist. Du Ming took my hand; his warm touch made my heart flutter.
"Lingxi, would you like to dance?" His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a hint of subtle tenderness.
I gently nodded and placed my hand in his palm. As the music began to play, we danced gracefully to the melody. Under the moonlight, we embraced and twirled, as if the entire world had faded away, leaving only the two of us.
I had never imagined that someone like Du Ming could possess such a tender side. The way he looked at me was focused and affectionate, as if he wanted to draw me into the depths of his soul.
We began to frequently attend various charity galas and public welfare events. Du Ming generously opened his wallet, bringing warmth and hope to those in need. I used my medical skills to bring relief to those suffering from illness. Together, we contributed our small efforts to society, earning praise and respect from the outside world.
I thought this happy life would last forever, until the arrival of that letter.
That day, I opened my mailbox as usual and found an unsigned letter quietly lying inside. Curiously, I opened the envelope, and on the letterhead was a single line of elegant handwriting:
"Do you know the secret of the Red Spider Lily?"
Red Spider Lily? What is that? I had never heard of this name before. A sense of unease washed over me. Who sent this letter? What did it mean?
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