Song Jingchen should have expected this. What else would this girl be thinking? She had always been simple and direct.

He took a handkerchief and dried himself.

Shen Yijia poured more water into the tub.

“Rest early. You have to get up tomorrow morning to practice your calligraphy.”

Shen Yijia was speechless. She was so frustrated.

Seeing her angry expression, Song Jingchen added, “You’ve improved recently. The words you wrote are quite pleasing to the eye.”

This was actually a little exaggerated, but it was true that she had improved. He used to be unable to tell what she was trying to write, but now he could recognize her words with some guesswork.

He really did not want to disappoint her. Brother Hao and Sister Huan were also learning from him, but Shen Yijia’s handwriting was the ugliest among the three of them.

“Really?” Although she asked this, Shen Yijia’s lips were already curled up into a smile.

Song Jingchen nodded helplessly.

“Then I’ll start teaching you how to make simple machines tomorrow. You can’t stay idle while I practice writing. I’ll leave Brother Hao and Sister Huan’s sleeve crossbows to you.”

Shen Yijia was now in a good mood, and she rolled into Song Jingchen’s arms.

She slept like this every day. Shen Yijia was already used to it.

She found a comfortable spot and closed her eyes.

Seeing that she had fallen asleep without warning, Song Jingchen reached out and gently brushed Shen Yijia’s curled eyelashes, pulling her into his arms.

When Shen Yijia woke up, Song Jingchen was already gone.

In the past, she would always see Song Jingchen reading when she opened her eyes.

This was the first time this had happened.

Shen Yijia panicked and ran out without thinking.

The first thing she saw was Song Jingchen sitting in the courtyard, fiddling with her pile of wood.

Shen Yijia slapped her forehead. How could she have forgotten about the wheelchair she had just made?

“Why didn’t you put on some proper clothes before coming out?” Shen Yijia was about to quietly retreat when Song Jingchen’s voice came from behind.

Shen Yijia rubbed her nose and said as if nothing had happened, “I forgot about it. I’ll go back and wear it now.”

After breakfast, Shen Yijia prepared to teach Song Jingchen some basics about machinery. However, she realized that Song Jingchen had already completed most of the components of the sleeve crossbow.

Shen Yijia was speechless.

She wasn’t angry. Her husband should be as outstanding as she was, but why did she not feel a sense of accomplishment?

Shen Yijia had no choice but to take a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, draw a few sheets of blueprints, and give it to Song Jingchen for reference. She went back to writing.

In the afternoon, Shen Yijia was about to go up the mountain when An Xiu’er arrived.

It turned out that Madam Li had bought the embroidered thread pouches and other things that she needed for embroidery.

Shen Yijia invited her into the courtyard.

Song Jingchen seemed to be extremely interested in the simple machinery. He spent the entire day playing with those things.

He glanced at the guest for a moment and went back to work.

Seeing that there was a man in the courtyard, An Xiu’er was originally a little nervous, but when she saw Song Jingchen’s face, her face instantly turned red.

Because of her good looks, many people in the village had designs on her. In the past few years, she rarely went out. Naturally, there were very few opportunities for her to see other men…

“My mother brought Brother Hao and the others up the mountain to dig for wild vegetables. I don’t know when they’ll be back. Why don’t you go in and sit down?” Shen Yijia didn’t notice An Xiu’er’s strange expression.

“Ah… Alright. Thank you, Sister Shen.” An Xiu’er came back to her senses and lowered her head, not daring to look again.

“By the way, it’s all thanks to you saving my brother that day. Otherwise, my parents would have been so sad,” An Xiu’er suddenly added.

Shen Yijia scratched her head guiltily.

This issue was being brought up again. She got the chicks for free because of her actions, but her motive that day was not to save someone…

She suddenly felt a little guilty about being called a savior.

However, An Dong escaped any injuries because of her. “Well, I did save his life.” Shen Yijia thought, and quickly convinced herself.