Chapter 375: Chapter 375: Heart in Turmoil
However, Ouyang Feifei maintained a very calm demeanor, and though she was disappointed, she simply nodded gently to indicate her understanding.

But what she hadn’t expected was that Luo Ziling could sense her disappointment from her overly composed behavior.

Based on his own judgment, Luo Ziling thought Ouyang Feifei would definitely show surprise at getting his consent to collaborate on the medicine production. Her lack of surprise, unnaturally calm, must have meant something else.

She was disappointed—this dawned on Luo Ziling.

Of course, Luo Ziling did not want Ouyang Feifei to think that he was wary of her—although he did have such intentions.

“The prescription I wrote for you last time is gone, right? Give me some paper and a pen, I’ll write a new one,” he requested earnestly from Ouyang Feifei, adding with a hint of shyness, “Actually, you can add two more herbs with different components to make it more effective. I didn’t include them before because I was afraid they would make you drowsy, affecting your daily affairs.”

Luo Ziling had told a little lie. The prescription he gave to Ouyang Feifei was already complete; it didn’t need additional herbs, but adding two more that wouldn’t affect the outcome wasn’t a big deal. He just didn’t want Ouyang Feifei to think he was being stingy.

Luo Ziling’s tactic was effective; after he said this, much of the displeasure in Ouyang Feifei’s heart immediately dissipated.

“Alright,” Ouyang Feifei quietly replied, “then you write a new prescription, and I will prepare the ink and brush for you.”

Ouyang Feifei had kept the prescription that Luo Ziling provided last time, but she had never thought of using it to produce any finished medicine, as she didn’t know what illness it was supposed to treat.

Of course, even if she did know what illness it treated, she would have consulted with Luo Ziling before using it for commercial purposes.

On this point, Luo Ziling was indeed wrong to project his suspicions onto her.

Luo Ziling followed Ouyang Feifei into her study.

He had been to her bedroom and study in the Xiangshan Garden villa before, but he had never entered this study.

The interior decorations of Ouyang Feifei’s residences were similar, especially the setup of the studies.

However, what surprised Luo Ziling was that the “ink and brush” Ouyang Feifei prepared for him really were traditional writing tools.

A writing brush and an ink stone—she even personally ground the ink for him.

Watching Ouyang Feifei bow her head, concentrating on grinding the ink, a line of ancient poetry inexplicably came to Luo Ziling’s mind: “Red sleeves adding fragrance as books are read at night.”

Back in the small village, he had read many stories about ancient scholars and beauties and had always longed for the experience of having someone add fragrance to the evening with red sleeves while reading.

Under the lamplight, he would read books with a peerlessly beautiful woman by his side; they would occasionally look up and share a smile; while he practiced calligraphy, she would grind ink for him.

After meeting Yang Qingyin, he thought he would have this chance in the future, but never did he expect it would be Ouyang Feifei grinding ink for him.

Luo Ziling didn’t realize he was the first to enjoy this privilege, but he still felt fortunate.

So without any hesitation, he approached the desk, ready to write the prescription on the rice paper Ouyang Feifei had laid out for him.

Once Ouyang Feifei finished grinding the ink, she stood quietly aside, watching him with an expression that was neither smiling nor frowning.

Luo Ziling gave her a smile, then picked up a fine-tipped brush from the rack, dipped it in ink, and began to write swiftly.

His writing was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, neat rows of handsome running script appeared before Ouyang Feifei, astonishing her with the beauty of the characters.

After finishing the prescription, Luo Ziling held it in both hands, gently blew it dry, then folded it and handed it to Ouyang Feifei, smiling, “I’ll tell you the things to pay attention to during the process later.”

“Okay,” Ouyang Feifei took the prescription, held it in her hands, opened it to look, then quietly observed Luo Ziling, “The writing is not bad, it has the grace of a master, may I ask for another piece of your calligraphy?”

Luo Ziling looked at Ouyang Feifei with a puzzled face, not understanding her intentions.

“The living room on my side is missing a piece of calligraphy, and I hope you’ll honor me with your writing. Are you willing?” As she said this, there was a playfully mischievous light in Ouyang Feifei’s eyes as she watched him.

Seeing Ouyang Feifei like this, how could Luo Ziling possibly refuse? He immediately agreed.

As soon as Luo Ziling agreed, Ouyang Feifei immediately went to the bookcase and took out a sheet of Xuan paper.

Luo Ziling recognized it, it was excellent Xuan paper, costing at least a few hundred yuan for a single sheet.

Luo Ziling hadn’t yet written on such expensive Xuan paper!

“What shall I write?” Luo Ziling laid out the Xuan paper and took up a medium-tipped brush to write, asking Ouyang Feifei.

“Xin Qiji’s ‘Qingyu Case: Yuanxi’,” Ouyang Feifei quickly gave the answer without hesitation.

Luo Ziling nodded, thought about the content of this famous work, and then began to write rapidly, reciting in his mind as he wrote.

“The east wind unfurled a thousand flowers at night, blowing down stars like rain… Searching through the crowd time and again, turning suddenly, there stands the person, in the place where the lights dim.”

Before long, Xin Qiji’s famous piece was swiftly completed.

As Luo Ziling wrote, Ouyang Feifei stood quietly behind him, and Luo Ziling could clearly smell the fragrance emanating from her, utterly tempting. He even felt a few strands of her hair brush against his face.

Fortunately, Luo Ziling was fully absorbed in his writing; otherwise, Ouyang Feifei’s distraction would have truly affected the quality of the work.

“The poem is good, and the writing is even better,” after Luo Ziling finished and stepped aside, Ouyang Feifei stood at the desk, quietly admired the calligraphy for a while, and then praised it, giving Luo Ziling a languid smile filled with charm and tenderness.

This close-up smile made Luo Ziling dazed for a moment, a bit dazzled—wasn’t Ouyang Feifei’s expression a bit too beautiful?

“I have made a modest effort,” Luo Ziling said modestly with a smile.

Ouyang Feifei sensed a moment of triumph from Luo Ziling’s brief daze and flashed him another brilliant smile.

After Luo Ziling responded with a smile, she lowered her head to read the poem.

“Searching through the crowd time and again, turning suddenly, there stands the person, in the place where the lights dim. These lines, are the Jiaxuan Master’s most classic famous phrases, truly thought-provoking!” Saying this, Ouyang Feifei glanced meaningfully at Luo Ziling twice, then bowed her head again.

Hearing Ouyang Feifei’s words, Luo Ziling was deeply touched inside.

Could it be that this woman had a special purpose in asking him to write this poem?

Did she want to express her feelings through the poem’s last famous phrases?

“Searching through the crowd time and again, turning suddenly, there stands the person, in the place where the lights dim,” could it mean that he was the person she had been looking for all along?

At this thought, Luo Ziling’s heart fluttered slightly.