Liang Yuening’s lips twitched fiercely, and then, not caring about the bone pain from having been beaten up by Third Brother earlier, he quickly turned his head and headed out. Shujun’s eyes flickered. Little Wu was indeed as gullible as ever. "Come back!" Liang Haoming suddenly called out. Yuening was very puzzled and looked back over his shoulder. Haoming glanced at Yue Ning without further explanation, but when he looked at Third Brother, a vague idea crossed his mind. If that person had truly run away from home, Third Brother wouldn’t likely be sitting still. He thought for a moment, then stepped past Third Brother into the room and saw a cloth bag on the table, one used for holding silver. It seemed she had taken some of it? After half an hour, Dong Huiying walked back carrying large and small bags; her mind was in turmoil, with the images of Liang Shujun teasing her reappearing before her eyes from time to time... If, if Liang Haoming and Liang Yuening hadn’t rushed in, would he have really...? Her mind was elsewhere, and she looked completely distracted. "Baobao, you’re back?" Upon seeing Dong Huiying, Liang Shujun immediately came over with glee. She awkwardly turned her face aside, "Mm." After that, she lowered her head and hurried forward. Liang Shujun glanced at the large and small bags she was carrying. "You bought a lot of things, a quilt? And, medicinal herbs?" He took them from her, and as he did so, he seemed to casually touch her fingertips, causing her to stiffen for a moment as if shocked by electricity. He chuckled lowly, sly like a fox, cunningly so. Liang Haoming and Liang Yuening, hearing the noise, hurried over. Both were anxious at heart, but upon seeing Dong Huiying, they heaved a sigh of relief. Liang Shujun, as if not seeing his brothers, continued walking forward with the items, making small talk with Dong Huiying in the process. Of course, Dong Huiying didn’t utter a word, it was all him rattling on. He didn’t find it dull; on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy it. Not until everyone entered the room did Liang Shujun busily start helping her with pouring tea and water, while Dong Huiying, who was being served, looked utterly uncomfortable. "Baobao, what’s the matter with you?" Seeing her avoiding him continuously, he fluttered his enchanting and flirtatious Peach Blossom eyes, making a pitiful appearance. Dong Huiying was somewhat overwhelmed by him, "Excuse me," she squeezed past Liang Shujun, then took out a large pack of medicinal herbs she had bought from the pharmacy, pretending to be busy. "Baobao, don’t ignore me," his heart felt wronged, and he tried to grab her hand, but she suddenly glared at him. "I’m busy with important things!?" She furrowed her brow, probably because she was too frustrated, and even puffed out her cheeks. "Just right, Sansan can help you, yeah?" His eyes sparkled, sticky like caramel, sticking by her side so that she couldn’t shake him off even if she wanted to. Dong Huiying had no choice but to comply, "Fine, wash this for me, and grind this into powder. Also, slice this, and chop that into cubes." Liang Shujun was delighted and worked very industriously. He didn’t mind being ordered around by her; what he feared was her indifference. Things were quite nice now; at least she hadn’t completely pushed him away. Yes, step by step, step by step. He knew she was just shy. After Liang Haoming and Liang Yuening had walked in on them, she must have felt embarrassed. Just get over this obstacle, and all would be well. He snickered to himself while skillfully helping her prepare the herbs. Liang Haoming stood by like a block of wood, confused. Suddenly, something Third Brother had said earlier echoed in his mind. He had always been rather conservative and not adept at making advances, but now, he had to fight for it, right?