Chapter 376 The Dull Wife in Republic of China Literature (33)

Chapter 376: The Inflexible Wife in the Republican Era (33)

Duke Gelong had merely thrown out this idea, yet it left Fang Zhuo completely lost in thought.

He wasn't sure how he made it back to the Fang residence.

Standing at the entrance of the Fang family home, Young Master Fang was still out of it.

Unexpectedly, as he looked up, Fang Zhuo once again saw Yan Ningcheng!

You again?

Just the sight of that figure in dark clothes made Fang Zhuo recall the speculation his mother had shared with him at the beginning of the month…

And what the Duke had said today…

"Tang Qing is quite popular here…"

The two accounts suddenly overlapped, and as he compared them with the figure of Yan Ningcheng before him, Fang Zhuo’s expression turned weird…

"Ning Cheng?"

"Did you come for something again today?"

Yan Ningcheng remained as aloof as ever, pointing to the sign above the Fang family entrance, and replied, "Yes."

"Tang Qing asked me to change the sign."

That's when Fang Zhuo noticed that the sign above their door, which used to say "Fang Residence," had been taken down!

It had been replaced with "Southern Breeze Residence."

The name was rather elegant, and the calligraphy was unmistakably Tang Qing’s style—the same familiar *running script*, fluid.

But that character for "South"…

It felt familiar.

Staring at the sign, in a sudden flash, Fang Zhuo distinctly felt something flicker through his mind!

Unfortunately…

He couldn’t grasp it.

Fang Zhuo blurted out, surprised, "Tang Qing… she’s in such a hurry to change the sign?"

"Yes," Yan Ningcheng replied calmly. "She has already asked me to redo the property's layout…"

He paused, his gaze settling on Fang Zhuo, adding casually, "When are you moving out?"

Moving out again!

That strange feeling resurfaced!

Fang Zhuo snapped, his tone turning unfriendly.

"Why are you pushing me to move out?"

Yan Ningcheng spoke up, "If you don’t move out, I can’t get the measurements for the property."

"Just wondering."

Was it really just asking?

Once doubts set in, it felt as though there was something hidden in Yan Ningcheng’s words…

But when she looked over, his expression remained too steady, not a hint of emotion.

"My mother is already packing."

Fang Zhuo said, "After all, we’ve lived in this house for nearly ten years."

"We have a lot of things."

Just as he was about to continue, Tang Qing suddenly showed up in the doorway with Xiao He.

Today, Tang Qing was wearing an emerald green cheongsam, simple yet elegant, with that same translucent jade bangle still adorning her wrist.

She seemed naturally suited to cheongsam attire; even the simplest combination carried an otherworldly elegance.

Against the bright red of the courtyard walls, that touch of deep green popped vividly as Tang Qing approached slowly.

In the midst of all the rich colors, that hint of green on Tang Qing was impossible to miss!

"Young Master Yan, the young lady prepared some sweet soup for you!"

Xiao He was the first to speak, the maid said cheerfully as if intentionally emphasizing something, "The weather’s sweltering, our young lady made sure I brought it!"

"Young Master Yan, this should help you cool down."

As the bowl of soup was handed to Yan Ningcheng, Tang Qing added, "Thanks for doing this."

"Making you come all this way just to change the sign."

Yan Ningcheng replied, "It’s no trouble."

"It was nothing."

The exchange, back and forth, seemed ordinary enough…

But still.

Fang Zhuo, standing to the side, watched the two of them…

No matter how he looked at it, it felt off!

This feeling was like…

Among the three of them, he seemed to be the one who didn’t belong.

He cleared his throat loudly!

Fang Zhuo got everyone’s attention!

"Xiao He…"

He grabbed onto the subject of the sweet soup, blurting out a random excuse, "I just got home."

"This sweet soup..."

She immediately understood Young Master Fang's intention.

Xiao He simply rolled her eyes!

How dare he! Even after the divorce, he still orders me around!

Xiao He said bluntly, "Young Master Fang... I didn't bring an extra bowl."

Fang Zhuo instinctively replied, "Then just go to the kitchen and get one."

Like hell I will!

Even after the divorce, he still acts like he still runs this household!

Xiao He, always sharp-tongued, could no longer hold back her anger at Fang Zhuo's entitled attitude and spoke sharply!

"Young Master Fang!"

"Have you forgotten? I was brought by the young lady."

"Since you and the young lady have already divorced... even if you want sweet soup, you can't order me around!"

Right in front of Tang Qing, Xiao He bluntly stated the fact of their divorce.

Fang Zhuo was taken aback!

He had nearly forgotten—they were indeed divorced.

What Xiao He said...

wasn't wrong.

He hadn't given much thought to that bowl of sweet soup.

But when Xiao He straightforwardly told him there was none for him...

Staring at the bowl in Yan Ningcheng's hand, Fang Zhuo suddenly found it aggravating...

"Fang Zhuo."

The atmosphere grew tense, and Yan Ningcheng seemed to suddenly remember something. He spoke up, "Last time, you asked me about the newspaper publication."

"There's progress."

"We can clear space in the layout the day after tomorrow..."

Fang Zhuo said, "So soon?"

He had thought it would take a while for space in the newspaper to become available.

Had his turn really come so quickly?

For a moment, he couldn't identify the emotion welling up inside him. Instinctively, he didn't want to discuss this matter in front of Tang Qing.

But Yan Ningcheng was thorough and wanted confirmation right then!

"Fang Zhuo, have you finished writing your divorce papers?"

"The editor of Shen Bao asked me to remind you that the divorce papers must be sent over by today or tomorrow."

Divorce, divorce—it's always about divorce!

These two words, which he had once so frequently mentioned himself, now struck Fang Zhuo as irritating for the first time.

Fang Zhuo closed his eyes briefly, his tone less than amiable. "Alright."

"I'll soon have it..." He paused, then managed to say the words:

"The divorce papers..."

"Sent over."

Hearing this, Tang Qing also spoke up: "That's good."

"With this declaration, Fang Zhuo... you and Miss Qu will be able to be together openly."

Her words lingered, settling in the ears of the two men.

Both went quiet for a moment.

Openly and honorably.

Just hearing those four words...

Yan Ningcheng couldn’t help but press his nails into his palm, forcing himself to calm down.

Yan Ningcheng.

In front of Fang Zhuo...

At least keep it together.

Though he tried to console himself this way, the intensity in his gaze remained unruly, inevitably lingering on Tang Qing.