Chapter 19: Chapter 19 - The Anniversary of Master’s Death

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“The woman who just played the piano shouldn’t be simple. She could play a world-famous piece with ease. She isn’t dressed well, but she’s pretty. Her temperament is even better than most socialites.”

It was Lu Yao who spoke. He was a popular celebrity with a flirtatious and unruly look. His peach blossom eyes flickered with interest as if he was very interested in Song Wei.

Lou Junchen sat lazily on the couch. His face was gloomy, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Shen Cheng nudged Lu Yao and blinked. “I’ve asked someone to check. That woman has a son, and his name is Song Xiaoyu.”

Lu Yao was shocked. “What?! She has a son?! She looks very young. Damn, who did it so quickly?!”

After Shen Cheng finished teasing him, he turned his gaze to Lou Junchen. “Master Lou, I heard from Lin Yi that that kid looks a little like you?”

At the same time, in Liaoxi Village.

“Mom, why am I called Song Xiaoyu? Isn’t Daddy’s surname Lou?”

Song Wei was cleaning the lotus roots and the soil inside as she answered, “It’s because your dad’s surname isn’t Lou, so you took my surname.”

Song Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment. “… Mom, what’s the connection?”

Song Wei dried her hands and rubbed Song Xiaoyu’s little head. “Don’t call Mr. Lou Daddy anymore. He has a girlfriend. If anyone hears, it’ll cause trouble for their relationship.”

Song Xiaoyu’s world instantly collapsed.

‘Daddy has gotten along with another woman?! Does he not want me and Mommy anymore?!’

Lou Junchen had Shen Cheng create the same fragrance as Song Wei’s body scent within a week. Shen Cheng nervously took his finished scented candle and went to Lou Junchen’s room.

“Master Lou, I think the fragrance I created is similar to Miss Song’s. Do you want to try it?”

The thick curtains were drawn, and the room was dark. Only the scented candle was emitting a weak light. After Shen Cheng lit the scented candle, a faint pine fragrance slowly wafted out.

Lou Junchen was half-lying on a chair, his eyes drooping as he sensed the fragrance of the room. The room was quiet. Shen Cheng controlled his breathing, afraid that his presence would disturb Lou Junchen.

All of a sudden, Lou Junchen opened his eyes, and he sounded annoyed. “It doesn’t smell right.”

Shen Cheng panicked. “It smells the same. It’s neither light nor heavy, and it’s also vague. This is the closest version I’ve made.”

Lou Junchen massaged his temples. Due to his lack of sleep, his eyes were bloodshot. “If I say it doesn’t smell right, it doesn’t.”

Shen Cheng gave up trying to defend himself and said helplessly, “Master Lou, this is the best version I’ve made. The slightest difference in perfuming is significant. It’s very difficult to make someone else’s fragrance accurately.”

Lou Junchen had not slept well this week. Although Shen Cheng had hypnotized him twice, the effect was not ideal. He could only sleep for an hour or two. People who were chronically sleep-deprived would suffer from bipolar disorder.

“Got it.”

Lou Junchen lay down on the chair again and said, “You can go back first.”

Without the interruption of Lou Junchen and the others, Song Wei’s life returned to a leisurely one. She would either go to the pond to catch fish or go to the bamboo forest to drink tea and give Qin Xiao some pointers on medical matters.

This was the ideal retirement life for Song Wei.

In the evening, Song Wei sat on the rocking chair and slowly instructed, “Tonight, let’s have a tomato fish pot. The tomatoes in the fields behind are all ripe. There’s also lettuce and coriander… I’ll go to the pond to catch a fish.”

Qin Xiao replied, “Alright, Master.”

After everything was ready, Song Wei took a brazier and paper money and placed them at the entrance of the courtyard. Then, she placed the paper money in one by one while looking down.

“Master, you’re…”

“It’s the third anniversary of my master’s death. I’ll burn some money for him.”

“Oh.”

The flames reflected on her exquisite face as she threw the paper money into the brazier. She said faintly, “When I was five years old, my parents and elder sister were all gone. I ran barefoot to the street to look for them and shouted for them. That was the first time I spoke. I shouted until my voice became hoarse but they didn’t appear. They completely disappeared from my life. I kept walking like a headless fly. Then, I met my master. He brought me to Liaoxi Village. My master is great and taught me everything. It’s just that good people don’t live long.”

At this time, Lou Junchen had just arrived and was standing outside the door, listening to the woman recount her past. For some reason, his cold heart was touched.