The Art of Papermaking and Printing

The Art of Papermaking and Printing

Wang Yue froze, hardly able to believe his ears. He never would have imagined Cheng Shaoshang had such a cute side. Even in ancient times, he'd never read a lovey-dovey book with one of his women. It felt like a novel kind of thrill, so he set aside his business and nodded solemnly. "All right!"

Seeing Wang Yue agree, Cheng Shaoshang didn't show the slightest embarrassment. She had him sit beside her, then picked up a book and read it with him. But before long, she complained, "What kind of books are these? They're all about being lovey-dovey with one's husband and groveling before him. What nonsense! Why can't these books describe a woman working alongside her husband to clear land, expand their territory, and build a county office?"

Wang Yue gave Cheng Shaoshang a long look and immediately understood what she meant. So Shaoshang had seen him coming and deliberately invited him to read with her, so she could make this comment and see how he'd react. That way, she could plan for the future.

What a clever young woman. They weren't even married yet, and she was already testing him. If she wasn't satisfied with his answer, she might even ask her father to help break off the engagement. Or perhaps she wanted to use his answer to plan how they'd get along in the future. He hadn't expected the young women of this world to be so complicated. Though she was deeply unhappy with her mother, Xiao Yuanyi, it seemed she'd taken her words to heart.

Since Wang Yue understood, he certainly wasn't going to let this chance slip away, nor was he going to say anything ill-judged. He pretended to be nonchalant. "Most women are like the ones described here.