Chapter 463: Day 28 into the Farming Story
Chapter 463: Day 28 into the Farming Story
Chapter 463: Day 28 of Transmigrating into a Farming Novel
Seeing the increasingly lush grass sprouts, Di Qingji's heart leaped with joy. He looked around, spotted the bucket and wooden ladle by the corner wall, and immediately walked over to fetch half a bucket of clean water, intending to water these matchmaker grass sprouts so they could drink their fill and grow even sturdier.
He scooped up a ladle of water and was just about to pour it—
"Don't water them."
A clear, mild voice came from behind him, tinged with exasperation.
Di Qingji paused mid-motion and turned to see An Yi standing at the moon gate, holding a scroll, watching him with a slight frown.
"An Yi?" Di Qingji was puzzled.
"Water them any more and you'll drown them." An Yi walked over, his gaze sweeping over the flower bed before landing on the full ladle in Di Qingji's hand, his tone a bit exasperated: "It rained a little yesterday, so the soil's got plenty of moisture. You come by every few days to water them, but the water pools in the soil and can't drain—the roots'll rot."
Di Qingji froze, shocked: "What?! They'll... they'll rot?!"
An Yi shot him a look: "What else did you think? Are you a dummy?!"
Di Qingji's face turned visibly red. Even though he'd just been "scolded," he couldn't help thinking... An Yi like this was... so captivating.
He always felt that ever since he and An Yi had confessed their feelings, life seemed coated in honey—time seemed to fly by, yet every day tasted sweet and fulfilling.
Di Qingji had now naturally become the other unspoken master of An Yi's bookshop.
An Yi's bookshop often required moving newly purchased books, organizing those heavy, bulky book crates, and arranging them onto the tall bookshelves.
These strength-requiring tasks were naturally all taken over by Di Qingji.
He was strong, steady on his feet, and worked quickly and cleanly without any dawdling.
Regular customers quickly got used to this tall young man who was always at the bookshop, working hard.
He remembered that before they'd confessed their feelings, when someone asked out of curiosity, An Yi would introduce him warmly: "This is Captain Di, a friend of mine who often comes to help."
Later... as Di Qingji showed up more and more often and his help became more natural, a familiar regular would tease with a laugh: "Boss An, you've got yourself a fine helper!"
Whenever this happened, Di Qingji didn't bother to explain—he actually felt pretty proud.
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Di Qingji had no intention of hiding his relationship with An Yi.
After they'd confirmed their feelings, he found the right moment and solemnly came clean to his parents.
When Di's father and mother first heard the news, their reaction was exactly what you'd expect.
Shock and disbelief at first, then fury and refusal to accept it.
This was absolutely ridiculous!
Di's mother burst into tears on the spot, while Di's father flew into a rage, slamming the table and ordering Di Qingji to "come to his senses" immediately, even threatening to break his legs.
But Di Qingji's attitude was rock-solid, declaring he'd have no one but An Yi in this life.
He even threatened that if his parents really couldn't accept it, he'd move out and cut ties with the family.
His stubbornness left his parents heartbroken and at a loss.
They'd beaten him, scolded him, reasoned with him until they were blue in the face, but Di Qingji was like solid rock—he wouldn't budge an inch.
Seeing their son's all-or-nothing resolve, the old couple gradually felt a sense of helplessness and confusion after the initial anger and grief.
Later, once they'd calmed down and saw their son's distracted state—always rushing off to that place at every chance, his eyes unconsciously lighting up whenever he mentioned that Young Master An—they couldn't help but wonder: That Young Master An... couldn't he have been pestered to death by their foolish son?
They discreetly asked around among the escort guards and outriders who often traveled with Di Qingji.
Those rough, burly men had all met An Yi and sang his praises. When they recounted how Di Qingji would "seize every chance to hang around Young Master An," they did so with great relish.
Di's parents also couldn't resist sneaking a few chances to observe An Yi from a distance—his gentle way with customers in the bookshop, his composed grace when nodding to people, and that fleeting glimpse of his stunning features and cool, refined air that was unforgettable at first sight.
They also learned from other sources that this Young Master An was gentle-natured, fairly well-off, able to run such a bookshop, often had rare editions, and was extremely well-liked. His bookshop drew everyone from ordinary scholars to prefecture officials, all of whom praised him to the skies.
His looks... were like a celestial being straight out of a painting!
No wonder their foolish son was completely smitten!
Besides, according to Qing Ji himself, An Yi was extremely skilled in martial arts—far beyond his own level.
With such looks, character, learning, and even martial skill, what fine young man or woman couldn't this young gentleman find?
By all appearances, it seemed their son was the one clinging on for dear life!
So what could they possibly do to object?
Would they really force their son to run away from home, cut ties with the family, and cling to that relationship?
Even if they tried to force a wife on him, it wouldn't work—that boy would never give in!
Di's father and mother exchanged glances, both seeing deep helplessness and a hint of resignation in the other's eyes.
Forget it! Children have their own fortunes.
Let them do what they want!
After all, Qing Ji had never shown any interest in marriage before, and the duty of carrying on the Di family line had long been handed to their dependable second son, who'd already married and had kids early!
As long as Qing Ji was happy himself, and that Young Master An truly treated him well... what else could they, as parents, do but accept it?
Having reasoned it all out, though lingering doubts and worries remained, Di's father and mother finally softened toward Di Qingji.
However, having gained his parents' approval, Di Qingji would sometimes unconsciously reveal... well, a near-boastful smugness.
Especially in front of his own family and close escort companions.
One evening at dinner, Di Qingji rarely came back to the escort agency to eat.
At the table sat Di's father, mother, second brother and his wife, along with several senior escort guards.
Di Qingji was in a great mood because An Yi had kissed him voluntarily today.
As he ate, Di Qingji suddenly spoke in a very casual, humble tone, even with a hint of shyness: "Father, Mother, Second Brother, Sister-in-law, and all you uncles—you have no idea how wonderfully An Yi treats me."
Di's father, mother, and second brother all looked up at him.