The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Chapter 1666 Chen Qingsheng Loses Confidence

Seeing this, Chen Qingsheng's face turned red. He felt like he had done something wrong, so he forced himself to explain, "It was Wang Qiaozui and Ma Yuelao who forced the insoles into my shoes. Um... these insoles weren't embroidered for me? No, what I mean is, who were these insoles embroidered for?"

He Ye looked at the phoenix and peony design on the insole and said with heartache, "This is something I embroidered for your uncle."

Cheng Feng is innocent! When did he ever use the phoenix-and-peony insoles? If a pair of such insoles were found under his big feet, he would throw the shoes away on the spot.

Upon hearing that it was embroidered for Cheng Feng, Chen Qingsheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more relaxed. Moreover, he still had the energy to give He Ye some pointers, "If it were an insole for Brother Feng, then this insole would be too small. Brother Feng's feet are much bigger than this insole."

He Ye looked at the insole over and over, feeling incredibly bitter, but she still forced herself to agree and said, "It seems a bit small. How about I give it to you? This thing still smells like foot odor when you take it out of your shoe."

Chen Qingsheng was skeptical. He took the insole and sniffed it. "It doesn't smell bad. I wash my feet every day."

He Ye said, "You've already used them all, and I'm still so happy to give them away. I'd rather embroider another pair for my uncle."

"Is this appropriate?"

“What’s inappropriate about it? It’s just a pair of insoles, not some kind of token of love. Besides, you broke two ribs for me, so it wouldn’t be too much for you to use ten pairs of insoles that I embroidered.”

Seeing Chen Qingsheng hesitate, pondering how to refuse the insoles, He Ye spoke up again: "Chen Qingsheng, it would be a bit much if you didn't accept them. We're from the same village, after all. I received your help when I was setting up a stall on the street, and you stood up for me when my mother bullied me. It's not unreasonable for me to give you something to express my gratitude! Even if I had some improper thoughts about you in the past, you shouldn't be so afraid to even accept a pair of insoles. You're too cowardly. If you don't agree to our marriage, how can I, He Ye, get involved with you? I knew you were determined not to marry me, He Ye, and I gave up long ago. It's just that the matchmaker is persistent and wants to bring us together. But as long as you don't agree, no one can force you."

A look of joy flashed in Chen Qingsheng's eyes. "Heye, you've thought it through?"

“What’s there to be confused about? It’s not easy to find kings and generals, but there are plenty of ordinary people. Although my background is not good, there are still men who want to marry me. You’re right. I won’t go to the street to help you set up a stall anymore. We can’t make a living by being exposed to the wind and sun. I’d rather go to the street to drink tea and listen to music.

"You're not going to set up a stall anymore?"

"I'm not going to set off anymore. You don't need to worry about me clinging to you anymore. I, He Ye, don't have that kind of shamelessness. I've already lent out my money, haven't I? I'll go settle it in a bit and get back a few taels, which will be enough for me to have tea and listen to music. Are you coming? It's my treat. Let's go listen to music!"

Just as Chen Qingsheng was about to politely decline, He Ye added, "If you're going, change your clothes and comb your hair properly."

Chen Qingsheng felt aggrieved. Cheng Feng disliked his tattered clothes and frizzy hair, and even He Ye, who was persistently trying to marry him, disliked him. Just because Cheng Feng disliked his frizzy hair yesterday, which made him look like a stray dog, he gritted his teeth and spent five coins to buy a small box of hair oil on the street. He had used the hair oil to comb his hair this morning, and it still smelled of osmanthus. Yet he was still being disliked.

Chen Qingsheng said defiantly, "If you're going, I'll wear this; if you're not going, then forget it."

Lotus Leaf chuckled to herself, "Alright, let's go then. If we go early, we can catch the first performance."

Even after they were out on the street, Chen Qingsheng didn't realize how he had followed He Ye out.

Passing by the watercolor shop, He Ye said, "Let's go in and take a look."

At this point, Chen Qingsheng began to regret coming out with He Ye, and he became awkward. He wanted to go home but was too embarrassed to ask, "Weren't we going to listen to music? What are we doing at the cosmetics shop?"

He Ye was happy inside, but she didn't show it on her face, because she had read the novel and realized that Chen Qingsheng couldn't be treated kindly all the time. It seemed that this was true.

"The cosmetics in this shop are good. I haven't been here for a while." He Ye ignored Chen Qingsheng's emotions and went into the cosmetics shop on her own. She knew that Chen Qingsheng cared about his image and wouldn't leave without saying a word. As long as she didn't come out, he would linger at the entrance of the cosmetics shop.

Lotus Leaf was a regular at this cosmetics shop, and the female owner already knew her. She greeted her warmly, "Miss Lotus Leaf, we've just received two new rouges. The colors are wonderful. Let me show them to you."

He Ye said, "I'm not buying rouge today. Do you still have any face cream to prevent dryness and cracking?"

"Yes!" The proprietress casually picked up a box of face cream and handed it to He Ye. He Ye said to Chen Qingsheng outside the door, "Qingsheng, come in for a moment."

The trusting proprietress craned her neck to look at Chen Qingsheng outside the door and asked He Ye, "Is this one of your Wangfu's lackeys?"

Lotus Leaf finally smiled. "They used to be from the same village as us, they came here as refugees, they weren't followers."

Chen Qingsheng overheard their conversation. He began to feel disgusted with the greasy-faced female boss. What kind of eyes did she have? How did he look like a lackey? He was a carpenter, a craftsman.

He walked in awkwardly and asked He Ye in a gruff voice, "Haven't you bought it yet?"

Lotus Leaf unscrewed the small jar of face cream, and a unique floral fragrance wafted into Chen Qingsheng's nose. Chen Qingsheng subconsciously twitched his nose, trying to figure out what the scent was. Lotus Leaf picked up a little with her finger and dabbed it on Chen Qingsheng's forehead.

Chen Qingsheng was startled by the icy-cold face cream. "What is this?"

He Ye said, "Your face is getting wrinkled, use some face cream to moisturize it."

Chen Qingsheng was puzzled. His face was thin and small, how could it possibly have wrinkles? He firmly said, "No way."

He Ye said, "You don't usually look in the mirror, do you? You already have crow's feet around your eyes."

Actually, He Ye didn't see the wrinkles on Chen Qingsheng's face. It was her uncle who said it when he was belittling Chen Qingsheng in front of her to comfort her. He Ye firmly believed that what her uncle said was correct, so she insisted that Chen Qingsheng had wrinkles on his face.

The female boss, who liked to fawn over the rich, chimed in with a serious tone, "Young man, you probably don't look in the mirror, do you? You have crow's feet now, but soon you'll get forehead wrinkles."

Chen Qingsheng blinked his big eyes as the person being talked about blinked. He never looked in a mirror and combed his hair by feel. In fact, there was no mirror in his room. He didn't believe one or two people who said he had wrinkles, but when everyone said so, he began to waver and became insecure. Could it be that he really looked old?