The butler looked at the young servant, who was acting all flustered. "You little rascal, focus on sweeping the floor and stop spouting nonsense. Be careful not to let the Son-in-law hear you. The young lady has been under my watch since she was little. When the lady of the house was still around, she told me to keep an eye on her. She had someone look after the young lady, and once she got married, she would grow up and understand things better. Before that, she was bound to get into all sorts of trouble, so I was tasked with watching over her. Now that she's married, things are looking good; she certainly won't act like she used to."
Upon hearing this, Liu Wenxing lost interest in listening any further and turned back to his room. He sat there until I returned, reflecting on the changes in me over these past days. He was half-convinced by what the butler had said. It wasn't until dawn that he lay back down on his bed, thinking that no matter what, it was best to keep his distance for now. After being bad for over ten years, how could someone suddenly change for the better? Knowing those two had ill intentions, why would he go near them? It was better to take one step at a time and look for an opportunity to leave this place and live on his own. After all, he had been brought here when he wasn't fully aware of what was happening; he didn't want to end up being sold off and having others count his money.
The next day, I woke up early and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Liu Wenxing. Last night I asked the butler and learned that he hadn't eaten dinner, so I was worried he might be hungry. I carried the breakfast and knocked on his door. "Husband, I've brought you breakfast."
After a while, Liu Wenxing opened the door with dark circles under his eyes. "You don't need to cook for me anymore; Aunt Wang can handle it. You're a young lady; it's not suitable for you to cook for someone of my lowly status."
"Husband, I—" Before I could finish my sentence, Liu Wenxing took the food and closed the door on me.
And so it went on for three or four days.
【System, do you think he's avoiding me?】 I pulled out the system that had been engrossed in a drama series.
"Host, isn't it obvious? You're only just realizing it now."
"Why? I haven't done anything, so why has everything suddenly changed?"
"Host, a few days ago you went out and overheard the butler and the servant's conversation. They've decided to distance themselves from you."
"Distance from me? What’s the current conversion rate of Love Value?"
"Let me check... Host, the Love Value conversion is at 50. You need to step it up! It’s been dropping by 1 point every day!"
Listening to the system's response about the Love Value, I felt utterly powerless to complain.
"Why didn’t you remind me about the daily drop?"
I picked up the Embroidery Fabric beside me and started to fidget with it.
"Hehe... I, I just forgot while watching the show."
Hearing the system's timid voice, I no longer had any expectations of it.
After all the effort I had put in to improve our relationship, I didn't want to throw it all away now.
I kept pondering over what I could do. Looking at the Embroidery Fabric in my hands, an idea struck me. Isn’t it said that giving a loved one a pouch is a way to express affection?
I could embroider one for him!
But with my skills, it might take a long time to finish!
Relying solely on that wouldn't work either.
I stood up and wandered around the storeroom to see if there was anything good I could give him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a painting in the corner and suddenly remembered that Hua Yu tower was holding a calligraphy and painting competition.
Hua Yu tower is the largest tavern in town, with about 20 establishments of various sizes.
Renowned for its elegance, not only does it serve excellent food and drinks, but many scholars also gather there for poetry and painting competitions. They aim to spread their names through Hua Yu tower.
I heard that this time, the top three winners would be invited to become exclusive commissioned artists for Hua Yu tower.
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