My rigid, jealous husband has fallen for me, even though I'm a hopeless romantic.

Chapter 217 No Talent

Wei Dongning had been observing Gu Peiyan's expression. Seeing his slight hesitation, she softened her voice: "You have to believe me. When have I ever lied to you, right?"

"You're right, then I'll wait a little longer."

"Hey, that's more like it. Don't worry, I'm so kind, I would never cheat you." Wei Dongning solemnly made a promise to him, then turned around and urged him to leave: "You go first, I'll wait for her to come back. I'll bring you the things I've made later."

Gu Peiyan was pushed forward by Wei Dongning. She wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, she held back and only told her, "Be careful."

"Okay, you go ahead, I'll come back to find you soon."

It wasn't until a while after Gu Peiyan disappeared that the maid brought Wei Dongning what she wanted.

Holding the large pruning shears in both hands, Wei Dongning made a couple of quick, precise cuts in the air to make sure they felt comfortable, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Then he took the large shears and went into the grove.

If I see something that looks good to me, I just snap a picture.

Although the maid didn't quite understand, she was still very perceptive and, without Wei Dongning's instructions, took the initiative to hold the branches that Wei Dongning had cut in her arms.

After walking around the circle, she was already carrying a lot in her arms.

Wei Dongning turned around abruptly, slightly surprised to see the branches she was holding: "I've cut so many?"

"Would the young mistress like some more cut?"

Knowing her own limitations, Wei Dongning estimated the number of branches: "No need, these should be enough. Thank you for your help, please find me a place to put them."

As the maid led her to a resting place, Wei Dongning sat down without a care for her image.

Regardless of what the maid was thinking, she busied herself with what she needed to do.

Fortunately, this time it was a success, and in no time she had successfully woven the wreath.

Holding the flower wreath, I looked at it from left to right, and the more I looked, the happier I felt.

"Look, isn't it beautiful?"

"Beautiful, young mistress has such skillful hands."

Wei Dongning immediately pouted at those words: "You're so good with words, I like people like you."

Because she succeeded on her first try, Wei Dongning's confidence soared, and she wove all the remaining branches into wreaths in one go.

No more, no less, it's just enough for each of the four of them to have one.

When they returned to the main hall, Gu Peiyan was chatting with Gu Song and Gu Shuang, the siblings.

Looking at the peaceful scene inside, Wei Dongning hesitated for a moment, but decided not to bring the flower wreath inside. Instead, she handed it to a maid and asked her to hold it for a while.

Seeing that her hands were empty, Gu Shuang teased, "Didn't Ayan say that she would bring a surprise when A Ning came back? Is it because your father and I are here that you're embarrassed to bring it out?"

Wei Dongning blushed with a smile after being caught red-handed. She beckoned to the maid, took the flower wreath from her hand, and handed one to Gu Shuang.

“Oh, it’s only young girls who have such ingenuity,” Gu Shuang said, taking the flower wreath and putting it on her head. “Why didn’t I think of this? Look, don’t I look a few years younger?”

"Auntie, you are already very young."

"You've got a silver tongue. Are these wreaths for each of us? Then hurry up and put them on them too."

Upon hearing Gu Shuang's words, Gu Peiyan took the initiative to take her own flower wreath and put it on her head.

Although it felt a little awkward, he endured it because he was at home and no one else was watching, and it would bring a smile to his elders and Wei Dongning's face.

Only Gu Song truly found it hard to accept that such a thing had appeared in his head.

Even when his younger sister tried to persuade him, he only accepted the flower wreath in his hand.

Wei Dongning had expected this outcome, so she wasn't sad. Instead, she chuckled and teased Gu Peiyan, "Clothes really do make the man. With my flower wreath, you look about my age. Hurry up and thank me."

"Thank you, Aning, for helping me rediscover my youth."

"You're welcome~ There's a saying that goes, 'A husband's appearance is a wife's glory.' If you're good-looking, I'll have face too."

This statement successfully made those present react for a moment.

Gu Peiyan chuckled softly, her expression a mixture of doting affection and helplessness.

She then took the flower wreath off her head and placed it on the table beside her.

After all, he wasn't really used to wearing this thing.

Wei Dongning took in all his actions without showing the slightest dissatisfaction.

His attire today doesn't quite match the flower wreath.

She thought of a style that would suit him better wearing a flower crown, and when they got home that evening, she would ask him to try it on.

As for now, let's give him some freedom for a while.

After lunch, according to her usual routine, Gu Shuang should have gone back to her room for a short rest.

But she was happy today and wasn't sleepy at all.

I managed to get the three of them together for a game of cards.

Because it wasn't a game mode she was familiar with, and without Xiao Wu's "Sky Eye" buff, Wei Dongning found every game extremely difficult.

By the time the last game ended, she had almost no silver coins left in her purse.

Her good mood when she went out today has almost completely vanished.

Indeed, playing cards requires a bit of talent.

The original owner inherited this trait from her father.

Even if she traveled through time, she couldn't change this reality.

Gu Peiyan kept glancing at Wei Dongning's expression out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that she looked somewhat dejected, she did not say anything to comfort her.

Instead, he put the silver he had won into his purse and, when she wasn't looking, secretly hung the purse on her belt.

Wei Dongning was so focused on reviewing the chess game on the table that she didn't notice his actions at all.

Even when she saw him get a little closer, she thought he was silently comforting her.

It wasn't until Xiao Wu's voice suddenly rang in her mind that she was brought back to reality: "Ningbao, when are you going home?"