The shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment, probably not expecting him to worry about his sister-in-law's reputation; after all, his family was a noble house in the prefecture, and which woman wouldn't want to get close?
If the young master truly fancied her, it would be a blessing earned over ten lifetimes.
Lin Qiao turned her head to look and saw the young man's tall figure standing by the door, not letting the shopkeeper close it. She found it amusing, thinking that he was the only one who treated her like a treasure.
Originally, she, as a widow, already had a bad reputation, and now, after the brothel incident, it was even worse. No one would think highly of someone as "dirty" as her.
"Little uncle, it's fine, I'll be out in a bit."
"It's okay, no need to close the door."
The young master Wei Yun sat in the chair, saying this without turning his head, his innate nobility unassailable.
