When they got home, the cook brought out the prepared medicine. Under Meng Xi'er's insistence, Lu Yebai reluctantly drank it. As he set down the bowl, Mrs. Lu came down from the upstairs. Seeing Meng Xi'er, she smiled and said, "Xixi, your wedding dress has been delivered. Come upstairs and try it on to see if it fits your waist."
Meng Xi'er replied, stood up from the sofa, and Lu Yebai let go of her hand, smiling slightly.
Meng Xi'er patted his head, saying: "Wait for me patiently."
Lu Yebai slapped her hand away, saying: "Stop messing around."
Meng Xi'er chuckled and turned to go upstairs.
Lu Yebai's eyes followed her retreating figure, a hint of tenderness in his dark eyes that even he had not noticed.
"The young master has been smiling more and more lately,"
The servant whispered on the side.
"Yeah, as long as the young mistress is here, he never stops smiling."
"They are so in love,"
"Haha, yeah."
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