Arthur Evans Dresses Up

Arthur Evans waved his hand and laughed, "That's all, no relatives are coming. Lock the door."

After Arthur Evans finished speaking, he rubbed his hands and went back inside with young steward Eugene Jr. Aoki locked the door behind them, muttering, "It's the Lantern Festival tonight—maybe someone really will drop by!"

Su Family.

The whole family huddled around the only brazier in the house for warmth. Arthur Evans's hair was wet, and he sat by the fire, trying to dry it.

May Parker sneered, looking a little unhinged as she stared at Arthur Evans and mocked, "Washing your hair on a cold winter night? Tsk, who are you trying to impress?"

May Parker glanced at Tofu Beauty and Lila Green—his wife and his concubine, neither of whom would let Arthur Evans into their rooms anymore.

Arthur Evans had a wife and a concubine, enjoying what outsiders called "the blessings of a polygamist," but only his family knew the frustration he felt inside.

What's the use of having two wives? Both are fiery and fierce, and neither will let him touch them.

Last time Arthur tried to get close to Tofu Beauty, he didn't get any tofu—instead, he got chased through the village and beaten up. He lost a lot of face that day.

May Parker kept up her relentless mockery of Arthur Evans. The siblings were like mortal enemies, each wishing they could grind the other into the dust.

Arthur Evans sat by the fire, drying his hair. In ancient times, people kept their hair long, and it was especially hard to dry after washing in winter—especially for families like the Su Family, who only had a small brazier for warmth. Washing hair at night made it even harder to manage.

May Parker kept muttering, but tonight Arthur Evans was unusually silent; he didn't argue with her. He sat with a gloomy face, lost in thought, and every so often a strange smile appeared, as if he'd suddenly remembered something exciting.

No one in the family understood why Arthur was acting so strange—washing his hair on such a cold night. Wasn’t he worried about catching a deadly chill?

Only Helen Parker knew what her son was up to.

Tonight was the Lantern Festival—a day for visiting relatives. Even if Lily Evans didn’t like Arthur Evans, as long as he showed up with gifts and a friendly smile, she couldn’t turn him away.

And the distinguished Young Lord Leonard Li was staying at Lily Evans’s house.

Helen Parker bit her lip, secretly despising Lily Evans for using her country bumpkin ways to charm Leonard Li, but still helped Arthur dry his hair.

If they waited any longer, it would be too late—the Su Family household would be asleep, and there’d be no chance to visit.

Arthur Evans checked the time, clearly losing patience. He tossed his half-dried hair and stood up: 'I’m heading out.'

Helen Parker hurried after him: 'Arthur, your hair’s still wet! Going out in this cold with wet hair will make you sick!'

A greedy, fierce light flashed in Arthur Evans’s eyes.

Catching a chill is better than being a useless nobody in the Su Family for life!

Arthur Evans strode out the door, leaving Helen Parker and May Parker staring after him in shock.

Helen Parker sighed, shaking her head. May Parker muttered, 'He’s going to catch his death.'

Helen Parker replied, 'Let him be. He’s made up his mind.'

May Parker watched her brother disappear into the night, worry etched on her face.

Helen Parker wrapped her shawl tighter, shivering in the cold.