"Brother Li, this is Laba porridge, uh..."
In the morning, as sunlight spilled in, Long Yue got up early, refusing to let Li Qingmu get up too. His body still needed care, especially in the biting cold of the morning, lest he catch a cold.
When Xiang Yin came in, he saw Long Yue sitting at the bedside, flipping through something that looked like a document, while Li Qingmu reclined comfortably against the soft cushion at the head of the bed.
"Cough..."
He felt a bit awkward, while inwardly pondering whether it was time to find a wife to warm his bed.
The Xiang family was a well-known merchant family in the area, wealthy, and by his age, he should have been married long ago. Families of equal social status had already come to propose marriage, but Father Xiang was keen on finding someone from a government family for him. However, in society, merchants held a lower status, and the families suitable in age looked down upon them...
Thus, Xiang Yin's marriage was delayed.
