Shan Yun, a mountain with raising clouds. Mountain of Clouds.

“No matter how nice your name is when paired with a rustic surname, it’s useless.” Lian Zhou was very good at focusing on the key points when he spoke. He poked at Wan Qiu’s two weak spots with one sentence, “It’s really ugly.”

Wan Qiu pursed his lips, and he didn’t know wherehe got the courage to counter Lian Zhou in a low voice: “At least it sounds much better than the name Er Zhu (Two Pillars).”

Lian Zhou: “…”

The hot-tempered man immediately got furious, slammed the table and said, “What did you say? Come closer and say it again!”

“I said… that my husband’s surname is not rusty, and my son’s name is also very nice. At the very least, Shan Yu is not as rusty as Er Zhu, and Shan Yun is much prettier than Er Zhu…”

As Wan Qiu spoke, he stood up with the little bun in his arms and took a few steps back defensively.

It could be seen that he was very afraid of Lian Zhou when he was angry, and it could also be seen that he was a little afraid of bearing the consequences of angering Lian Zhou.

Wan Qiu admitted that he was cowardly and incompetent. He was bullied every day by Lian Zhou, but he just accepted it. After all, he had a soft temper, and there was nothing to say about being manipulated like a bag, but…

Shan Yu was the weakness of Wan Qiu, and the little bun was Wan Qiu’s lifeline.

In the past, Wan Qiu could have wronged himself and compromised with Lian Zhou for various reasons, but not now.

Everyone had a temper, and everyone had a bottom line that could not be touched, and the bottom line for Wan Qiu was Shan Yu and the little bun.

Lian Zhou’s words might be true, and the surname “Shan” might be really rustic, but Shan Yu was special to Wan Qiu, including his surname and the name he gave for the little bun.

Therefore, Wan Qiu was very concerned about what Lian Zhou had just said. He was so excited that he counterattacked with Er Zhu without even thinking about it.

Wan Qiu looked at Lian Zhou, with a stammering tone and fear on his face, but what he said was very harsh: “And I think your name… isn’t that good either…”

When he finished saying this, he had already retreated to the door, seemingly using up all his courage.

Wan Qiu lowered his head and stared at Lian Zhou’s toes nervously, thinking that if he made a move, he would quickly run away with the little bun in his arms, and then find Shan Yu to support him.

His tough yet cowardly look made Lian Zhou laugh. “I’m just objectively commenting on someone’s surname. You won’t be so excited, right?”

“…But I just said Er Zhu, and you got angry…”

“I have nothing to do with him, so stop messing with him.”

“It doesn’t matter that you are so angry. Shan Yu is my husband, so of course I will care…”

Lian Zhou folded his arms and looked at Wan Qiu, who was hanging his head like an ostrich, and sneered: “I can tell you are still protecting him.”

“He is my husband…” When Wan Qiu said the word husband, he paused obviously, as if he had candy in his mouth. After savoring it carefully, he blushed and whispered: “Of course I have to protect him.”

Lian Zhou was stunned when he heard this. It took him a long time before he sneered: “It’s good that you have a conscience, it’s not in vain for him to be so kind to you.”

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Lian Zhou didn’t do anything to Wan Qiu afterwards, but suddenly stopped calling Wan Qiu an ugly monster and changed to call him by his name.

Wan Qiu was puzzled, but he was also happy that Lian Zhou’s attitude toward him had changed, and he was getting closer to him day by day.

Shan Yu was also happy to see the results, but his pockets were a bit burning.

The midsummer day in June was already sweltering with heat. Wan Qiu was wearing a light summer dress of peacock blue. He was sitting in front of the dressing table, tying his hair with a hair tie he had just bought not long ago.

It was decorated with turquoise, which was probably Lian Zhou’s work.

He had to say the influence between people was really wonderful. Since Wan Qiu and Lian Zhou often interacted with each other, his aesthetic ability had gradually improved. He had become cheerful and lively, and he was willing to spend money on himself.

Shan Yu didn’t object, as long as Wan Qiu didn’t use those messy powders to torment his face, he could do whatever he wanted, but…

‘Are you sure you won’t be coveted by wearing something so bright and attractive?’

“Why don’t you sleep at noon, what are you doing?”

“I made an appointment with Lian Zhou to go to the theater to listen to Dream of Red Mansions.” Wan Qiu stood up and turned around for Shan Yu: “Husband, do you think I look good like this?”

Shan Yu nodded without saying anything, took out a bamboo hat and put it on Wan Qiu.

“Husband, why do I need to wear this? Lian Zhou doesn’t even wear it, so why should I wear it?”

“He is him and you are you. If your husband told you to wear it, wear it. Where does all this nonsense come from?”

Shan Yu slapped away Wan Qiu’s reject, pressed his beautiful hairband and long silky hair under the bamboo hat, and asked: “Didn’t Lian Zhou tell you that the story has long been not updated? Why do you want to go to the theater?”

Wan Qiu felt a little strange when he learned that “Dream of Red Mansions” had been discontinued. Did Lian Zhou lie to him all this time?

The answer was of course yes.

“…So, you’re not angry?” Shan Yu looked at Wan Qiu’s expression and tried to figure out his thought: “He lied to you, are you not angry?”

Wan Qiu shook his head, smiled as if he thought of something, and said to Shan Yu: “I finally understand why Lian Zhou was always listless during that time, and I finally understand why he got so angry when I told him the stories were getting worse and worse. It turns out that Lian Zhou made up all those things himself…cIf I had known that he worked so hard every day to stay up late for me to finish the manuscript, I wouldn’t have said those harsh words to him. I feel so embarrassed when I think about it…”

Shan Yu: “…”

‘My silly little darling, he is not doing this for you, but for the money in your hands~ Why are you still embarrassed about him?’

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“Dream of Red Mansions” had begun to be serialized again, in the form of a storyteller.

Wan Qiu and Lian Zhou often went to the theater to listen to books, and they took turns choosing who paid between them, spending all Shan Yu’s money.

That day they went together again. Shan Yu coaxed the little bun to take a nap as usual. When he woke up, he saw the two of them hadn’t come back for a long time. After leaving the little bun in the care of Grandpa Yaba, he went to the theater to look for them.

He had to say this time traveler who tampered with the Four Great Classics was really good at marketing.

The theater building built by him was a microcosm of modern two-dimensional culture.

The first floor sold knick-knacks related to the characters in the book, the second floor was a storytelling area, and the top floor sold books. He heard that there was a reader meeting on the first day of every month.

Today happened to be the first day of the Lunar New Year. Wan Qiu and Lian Zhou hadn’t been home for a long time. They probably went to a meet-and-greet.

When Shan Yu thought of this, he no longer worried. He slowed down and strolled around the first floor, willing to be ‘slaughtered’ by dozens of taels.

He bought a gold hoop for the little bun, a coral necklace for Wan Qiu, a purple gold crown for Lian Zhou, and a white feather fan for Grandpa Yaba.

Shan Yu walked up the stairs alone with his things, and was bumped into by someone at the corner. Before he could blame the other person for being reckless, he was whipped with a backhand.

“Cheap bastard! Do you walk without eyes?”