Lin Wanrong stayed in the wine house until very late and didn't leave until he saw that it was getting late.

  Dong Qiaoqiao sent him to the door of Xiao's house, handed over the bamboo basket in her hand and said: "Lin brother, these are a few small dishes that I made for you to eat, and a few clothes that I made for you. You must take care of your body inside. Otherwise, I - we will all worry about you."

  In the afternoon, she had just that much time, and this little girl actually ran back home to make a small dish for him. This kindness moved Lin Wanrong extremely, and he looked at this little girl lightly and said: "Qiao Qiao, thank you."

  "Big brother——" Dong Qiaoqiao's heart was filled with shyness, she glanced around and softly said: "From now on, don't say thanks again. Whatever I do for big brother is done willingly."

  Lin Wanrong's heart was filled with tender feelings, and he grasped her slender small hand, saying: "I know, Qiaoqiao, I've been away for a while, and it's been hard on you. But don't worry, after a year, I'll come to help you."

  Qiao Qiao blushed and nodded, her small hand grasping his, a sweet smile spreading across her face.

  Looking at the sky which had already darkened, Lin Wanrong said: "Qiaoqiao, it's getting late, you should head back first."

  Qiao Qiao shook her head and said: "No, big brother, you go in first, I'll watch from here."

  Seeing this girl's gentle and soft appearance, Lin Wanrong was moved to the point of being at a loss for words, wanting to say something but not knowing how to start, usually smooth-talking guy, unexpectedly also had such a tongue-tied moment.

  "Well, Qiaoqiao, I'm going in." Lin Wanrong said, looking at Qiaoqiao.

  Qiaoqiao nodded lightly, watching Lin Wanrong slowly walk into the Xiao residence. Her eyes were filled with reluctance and nostalgia, and she couldn't help but feel a pang in her nose as a few tears fell down.

  Lin Wanrong stepped over the threshold and turned back to take a look, but saw Qiaoqiao still standing there stupidly. Her delicate figure was like that of a gentle wife seeing her husband off on a journey. For some reason, Lin Wanrong's nose suddenly felt sour, he knew that he would never be able to forget this scene.

  Inside and outside the mansion are two different worlds. Outside, Lin Wanrong is Dong Qingshan's older brother and a pillar for Dong Qiaqiao, but inside the mansion, he is nothing more than a lowly servant. This contrast left him stunned for a long time. Fortunately, he is naturally open-minded and doesn't have any grand ambitions, so in this small world within the mansion, he lives relatively freely and at ease.

  That day, Lin Wanrong was "diligently" at work, putting the picked flowers on a shy maid's head, when he suddenly saw Wang Guan walking in with a smile. Since the day they entered the mansion and had some unpleasantness, this Wang Guan had not shown his face, and today, for some unknown reason, he actually came to the flower garden with a smile.

  Those maids who were playing with Lin Wanrong saw Wang's housekeeper and didn't dare to be as reckless as Lin Wanrong, so they quickly ran away like flies.

  "Lin San, how have you been lately?" asked Wang, the housekeeper, with a smile on his face.

  The man smiled slyly, not a good thing. Lin Wanrong remembered that classic quote, but he had someone above him, and wasn't afraid of Wang the housekeeper either. He laughed and said: "Hey, isn't this Manager Wang? How did you have time to come to the garden today to admire the flowers? Oh, I know, now that the autumn chrysanthemums are in bloom, it's a great time to appreciate the wind, moon, and autumn fragrance. I didn't expect Manager Wang to be such a refined person too."

  Wang Guan Jia chuckled and said: "Recently, the affairs in the mansion have been busy, how could I have so much free time? Today, I came specifically to find you."

  "Looking for me?" Lin Wanrong asked in surprise.

  "Indeed, Lin San, I must congratulate you." Wang said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

  "Congratulations to me? My birthday hasn't arrived yet, what's there to be happy about?"

  "Of course, there's good news, and it's a big one. Recently, the young servant who helped in the study had his elderly father pass away at home, so the mistress has given him three months' leave to observe mourning rites. With not enough hands on deck in the study, I thought about it and saw that you're clever and quick-witted, so I recommended you to the mistress, and she also had a good impression of you, so she agreed to have you transferred to the study to help out. Congratulations, this is a great opportunity!"

  If it were in someone else's home, being transferred to the study to accompany the young master reading books would naturally be a great opportunity. However, the Xiao family had no male heir, so the study was only used by the young ladies occasionally when they felt like reading. The young ladies reading books was just for show, and Lin Wanrong going to the study to do chores could be said to have no prospects at all.

  You son of a bitch, you're trying to sabotage me. You must be jealous seeing me having fun here. Lin Wanrong's heart is clear, and he sneers: "This is indeed a good opportunity."

  Wang the steward also knew that Lin San was a clever person, and with Fu Bo supporting him from behind, he was a tough nut to crack. He didn't want to come and provoke him, but since the master had spoken, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and come.

  Lin Wanrong didn't care about his inner thoughts, seeing the expression on Wang's face was not fake, he dryly laughed twice and said: "This matter, Wang, you also know that Fu Bo needs me here urgently, I'm afraid it's hard to get away for a while, so please trouble yourself to ask Fu Bo first."

  I wouldn't dare to go find Master Fu, both sides are people who can't be offended, so I'll just listen to whoever's words are effective. Wang the housekeeper had a bitter heart and couldn't speak out, he smiled wryly and said: "No need, Master Fu has gone to Hangzhou for two days to transplant potted plants, won't be back until half a month later. Anyway, I've already applied to Madam, you can just go directly."

  So that's how it is. This kid has a big nerve, daring to take revenge on Fu Bo when he's not around. Old man Fu Bo, what's wrong with you? Lin Wanrong gritted her teeth in secret, scolding Wang the steward until he was dead and gone. After a long time, she thought to herself, Fine, you've made your move, now don't blame me for mine. Just watch me deal with you, Wang the steward!

  "Alright," Lin Wanrong said with a smile, "I'll go to the study to help then. After all, you also know, Master Fu has high expectations of me, and I'm really afraid that if I mess up in the study, I'll lose face for Master Fu."

  "It won't be, it won't be, Lin San, you'll definitely do a great job, I believe in you." With difficulty, Lin Wanrong finally agreed, and Wang the housekeeper wiped his forehead with a cold sweat, finally completing his task, feeling a bit relieved.

  It was settled that way. Lin Wanrong is the legitimate son of Fu Bo, and Wang Guanjia naturally didn't dare to make things difficult for him, so he transferred him to do odd jobs in the study room. He also didn't dare to casually send someone from the gardening department over there, and Lin Wanrong naturally continued to live in his quiet little courtyard, where no one could drive him away.

  When it comes to reading, Lin Wanrong has been reading for over 20 years and naturally has a lot of experience. However, those were all about math, science, and other subjects like that. As for liberal arts, he only knew how to recite a few poems and write essays during exams by temporarily relying on luck. After coming to this world, except for the few days when Wei Da Shu left and he read some of the classics he left behind to understand this world, most of the time, what he read the most was that little book that could be compared to a certain someone's. Now if he had to go to the study every day and face those books, it would be no different from forcing ducks onto a shelf, just thinking about it made his head hurt.