The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, but the current master couldn't stand the excitement, so he hurriedly answered and went out.

"What is a passing fairy? Why are you asking about this?" Mrs. Cheng asked again.

Mr. Cheng sighed.

"I don't know either. Let's find out more." He said vaguely.

Speaking of asking, Mrs. Cheng was silent for a moment.

"My parents don't agree with this marriage," she said.

Mr. Cheng was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and sat up.

"Is it possible that she went to see the lady first just to talk about this?" he asked.

"She didn't admit it, but it was obvious that she was." Mrs. Cheng said, feeling cold in her heart. "She actually went to see that fool to talk about it first. The fool agreed, and then she came to talk to me.

…Am I worse than a fool in the eyes of my parents?”

As I spoke, I wanted to cry again.

Mr. Cheng's expression changed.

"You want me to ask more about that idiot..." Mrs. Cheng then cried.

"Inquiry!" Mr. Cheng shouted to interrupt her, and he fell back on the couch due to exhaustion.

Mrs. Cheng was so frightened that she did not dare to say anything more. She tried to comfort her repeatedly, but Mr. Cheng held her hand.

"This is not right." He gasped. "Seventeen has stayed in the capital for a long time and came back with that fool. They must know something about that fool that we don't know! This matter must be something that makes people angry.

They were eager to get married soon but suddenly regretted their marriage! Moreover, they were hiding this from us!"

Mrs. Cheng had already guessed this, but she really didn't want to admit it. The hand held by Mr. Cheng was shaking slightly. She didn't know whether it was herself or Mr. Cheng who was shaking.

"Go and find out!" Mr. Cheng gritted his teeth and slowly spit out these words.

Asking about the passing gods in the capital, what is this thing?

The housekeeper stood on the street and sighed. It was just getting dark, but he was already ready to go out on the street.

This was something he did repeatedly for two consecutive days.

Originally, he didn't need to go out in person to inquire about such trivial matters as running errands, but now that the master is in a bad mood, and there are already a lot of scandals happening at home, if the servants talk nonsense, this matter of inquiry will be spread in a disgraceful way.

That's bad.

"Master Yu, are you going to the street to drink tea again?" People in the open shops on the street greeted him warmly.

It's just that compared to the awe-filled enthusiasm before, there is less awe now, replaced by prying eyes.

Butler Cheng snorted, smiled lightly and ignored it. He rode slowly to the busiest market and went straight into the largest and busiest tea shop.

"Master Yu, Master Yu, the famous Beijing delicacies you mentioned the other day are really there."

This time, as soon as he entered the door, the shopkeeper of the teahouse took it personally and said with a smile.

Really?

Butler Cheng was also a little surprised. Is it really true?

"How did you say it? Tell me quickly." He said hurriedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone came running in from outside the door.

"Uncle, please ask for directions." The man said loudly, with a thick Beijing accent.

Butler Cheng and the shopkeeper subconsciously looked back and saw a young man in Tsing Yi with a dusty face, obviously coming in a hurry.

"Which one to ask?" the shopkeeper said casually.
Chapter completed!