The gold jewelry at Lingyun Pavilion was not ordinary; it was meticulously crafted by skilled artisans, elegant and grand. The more White Qingqing looked at it, the more she liked it, and she bought several pieces in one go, her mood becoming much lighter.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the astonishment in Fu Yi's eyes. White Qingqing couldn't help but find it both funny and sad. She knew everything about Fu Yi — what dishes he liked to eat, what tea he preferred, that he liked to collect famous ink and various kinds of paper, what color clothes he liked, what scent of incense he enjoyed...

  But he, perhaps until the day she died, would never truly understand her. He rarely gave her gifts, and when he did, they were always pearls or jade, not things she would truly like. Looking back now, wasn't Fu Yi smart? He was the eldest son of the Ping Prince's family and a well-known talent in Xuancheng. But he just didn’t want to understand her.

  Buying the gold jewelry she liked in front of Fu Yi made White Qingqing feel like she had let go of her obsession. She gradually began to treat him like a stranger.

  After paying, she was about to leave with Zidai, thinking she might as well visit a few more shops since she was already out. But Fu Yi caught up to her from behind.

  "Is there something else, sir?"

  Fu Yi felt a bit nervous, not quite used to White Qingqing’s attitude toward him. From the moment they met in their past life, she would always greet him with a bright smile, never with such impatience.

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  "Please don't mind me, I just think you look familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"

  "I don’t remember meeting you."

  "Ah, I recall now. It was in the plum garden at your house. You were admiring the plums with your younger sister, and I happened to pass by. Do you remember?"

  White Qingqing felt irritated. What was Fu Yi doing?

  In her past life, she had been devoted to him, always putting him first and being cautious, but he wouldn’t even spare her a glance. After years of marriage, living under the same roof, he treated her like air, ignored her completely. Now, when she had finally let go and stopped caring about him, he kept pestering her. Why?

  It seemed that Yao Yao was right. Some men are just like that; the more you cater to them, the less they care, and the more aloof and distant you are, the more they find it intriguing.

  White Qingqing was so angry! She had wasted an entire life on such a man, and she almost wanted to slap herself in her past life.

  Fu Yi stared at White Qingqing's pink, delicate cheeks, unable to look away. The soft, rosy hue looked so lively, and there was always a sweet fragrance around her that could make one’s soul float away as soon as they got close...

  "I don’t remember. I don’t know you. Could you please step aside?"

  "Perhaps you didn’t pay attention before. May I ask your name?"

  White Qingqing didn't want to keep talking to him, but she had only brought Zidai with her today. If Fu Yi insisted on blocking her...

  "Big sister, what are you doing here? Who is this?"

  White Qingqing’s eyes widened, as though she had seen a savior. She quickly walked over to the person who spoke, lifting her skirt. "Ah Rui, I don't know him."

  It was the young master of the Bai family, Bai Rui. Fu Yi stood there, scrutinizing him. This second son of the Bai family had never been in Fu Yi's eyes, whether in this life or the past. He was just a tall, burly, reckless playboy who, after the Bai family fell from grace, was exiled and eventually died on the road.

  Bai Rui placed himself between White Qingqing and Fu Yi, narrowing his eyes and looking at Fu Yi warily. "Who are you? You dare to harass my sister in public. Do you even know what shame means?"