Needless to say, Old Jue should agree. Having someone to care for him in his old age and perform funeral rites is better than living out his later years in loneliness with his wife.
As Ji Fuhu entered the study, she saw Gu Chengyu writing a letter. His dark round-collared robe, accented with a moon-white border, made his face appear cold as frost, and his brows and eyes were filled with indifference. She felt a chill in her heart, sensing an ominous premonition.
"Miss Ji is here? Have you been comfortable staying in the mansion these past few days?" Gu Chengyu heard Ji Fuhu's footsteps and then set down the brush in his hand.
"I have been well, sir. I came specially to congratulate you on becoming the top scholar!" Ji Fuhu had originally wanted to see Gu Chengyu's triumphant procession through the streets, but unfortunately, since she was staying in the Gu Mansion and had no savings aside from her monthly allowance, she couldn't venture out.
