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Now, Minister Jin was about to praise Yanxi for his poem when he glanced up. His eyes fell on the table before him, where four dishes still sat, one holding half a slice of bread-clearly forgotten after his earlier snack. The sight triggered a cascade of thoughts. His sons' refusal to study already vexed him immensely, but what was worse, aside from seeking official posts, they still relied entirely on the family coffers. To support such a large brood of idlers was utterly unsustainable. Yanxi, though not among the office-seekers, was scarcely better-shunning books all day for a life of revelry, he differed little from the others. At this, all thought of praising the poem vanished. He turned to Second Concubine Tai. "A child runs to his mother for shelter at the slightest trouble," he said, his tone heavy. "And the mother always shelters him, never realizing she is spoiling him utterly. Where will this lead you, I wonder?" Second Concubine Tai saw his expression darken as he spoke and knew a storm was brewing. She lowered her head, not daring to make a sound. "I have said nothing about you yet," Jin Quan pressed. "Who do you think you're performing for?" "I have not uttered a word," she protested. "How can you say that, sir?" "That look on your face," he retorted, "speaks plainly enough of your defiance." Second Concubine Tai laid the newspaper she held upon the table, stood, and moved away as if to busy herself. "Have I spoken wrongly? Are you not convinced?" Jin Quan demanded. She dared not answer, keeping her head bowed. "I profoundly disapprove of this manner of yours," he continued. "To err is one thing, but to compound it with such airs is quite another." "You are forever finding fault with me," she said, her voice tight. "There is nothing I can say in my own defense." Her talking back stoked his displeasure further. He slapped the table with a sharp crack. Turning to Yanxi, he said, "Look at your mother's demeanor now! If you take after her, heaven knows what will become of you!" Yanxi's heart ached to see his father's wrath and his mother's grievance. But caught between them, he could side with neither and could only stand there helplessly. Jin Quan addressed Second Concubine Tai again: "Reflect on your own conduct. Are you in the right? Do you think silence will make this go away?" This proved too much for her to bear. "In what way am I wrong?" she burst out. "Tell me!" "You ask me?" he shot back. "You ought to know your own actions." "Everything I do, every single thing, is to uphold the family's dignity," she insisted. "Yet you are forever finding fault. I can do nothing about it." "Uphold our dignity?" he exclaimed. "Is this how you uphold it?" Yanxi saw the argument escalating and feared Second Concubine Tai would lose all restraint. Gently, he said to his father, "Father, perhaps you should go and rest awhile." Then to his mother, "Mother, please say no more." Jin Quan, still in the heat of anger, rounded on his son. "What business is it of yours?" he snapped. Rebuffed, Yanxi dared not continue. Jin Quan turned back to Second Concubine Tai. "You lack all sense of propriety. I wonder what will become of you!" Another slap rang out on the table. Second Concubine Tai could bear it no longer. She stood up. "How do I lack propriety?" she cried. "I never stir up trouble, I've never mistreated the children from your first wife, and I'm certainly no seductress! In what way have I disgraced this family?" Jin Quan did not let her finish. "What nonsense are you spouting!" he shouted. "Do you know your place? How dare you talk back to me?" "My place?" she wept. "I am but one of your concubines. That does not make me inferior to anyone." His face turned livid. A cold laugh escaped him. "Well! So you dare to argue with me. Have you any respect left for me at all? Get out!" "Why should I? I have my rights here. I will not leave!" "What will you do?" he challenged, rising to his feet. "Dare you lay a hand on me?" He began to advance upon her step by step. Alarmed by his fierce approach, she retreated two paces. "Tell me," he demanded, "will you go or not?" Defiantly, she sat down. "I will not go, even if it kills me." Enraged, Jin Quan made to move, but Yanxi rushed forward and threw his arms about his father's waist. "Father, please calm yourself!" he pleaded. Turning to his mother, he urged, "Mother, say no more. Please, go." Seeing Jin Quan restrained, Second Concubine Tai seized the chance and fled the room, weeping as she went. Held fast by his son, Jin Quan could not break free. He heaved a long sigh. "Look at your mother's behavior. What kind of family discipline is this?" "Father," Yanxi ventured, "she is, after all, a woman. Can you not be a little more forgiving?" "Forgive her?" Jin Quan scoffed. "Is a temper like hers something to be forgiven?" "Then, Father, you must try to be more broad-minded. Why trouble yourself with her on her level?" "It is not a matter of lowering myself," Jin Quan said, his anger subsiding slightly under his son's劝解. "It is that she is utterly insufferable. One's patience wears thin." "You must try to be more lenient, Father," Yanxi persisted. After a while, Jin Quan's temper cooled. "It is not that I am angry," he said wearily. "I worry for you. You are so young and understand so little. How will you ever stand on your own?" "Father, I intend to begin that now," Yanxi replied. "My friends and I are forming a Rhyme Club, precisely to devote ourselves to study." "This Rhyme Club of yours," Jin Quan said doubtfully. "It had better not be mere foolery. I hear a crowd of disreputable characters gather in your rooms daily, drinking and playing cards. That hardly sounds like scholarship." "That is absolutely not the case," Yanxi insisted. "We are truly devoted to learning." "If you are sincere in your studies, it is a good thing, and I do not oppose it," Jin Quan conceded. "But do not use the club's name as a cover for dissipation outside. If you do, I will not stand for it." "Set your mind at ease, Father. I would never dare." "Then bring me the club's charter to examine." "The charter is not yet finalized. I will certainly bring it for your review in a couple of days." "How can you establish a Rhyme Club without a charter?" Jin Quan pressed. "This proves it is mere foolery." "Father, a club charter is but a formality. We do not set great store by it." "If not by the charter, then by what do you set store?" Yanxi found himself at a loss for words and could only smile. "Let me tell you," Jin Quan said sternly. "If you are truly devoted to learning, I naturally approve. But if you use the name of a Rhyme Club to run what is in truth a social club, I shall have to intervene." "You are right, Father. I shall follow your instructions in all things." Seeing his son's attitude, Jin Quan felt it improper to press further. He sighed. "You may go. I have nothing more to say." Yanxi withdrew slowly, his heart pounding. How did Father know so precisely? he wondered. Perhaps the servants from this side had carried tales. He would have to be more careful in the future.
Having withdrawn from his father's presence, Yanxi went to his study. As soon as he entered, he saw Wanxiang seated there. Seeing him, she rose with a bright smile. "What brings you here?" Yanxi asked. "Why should I not come?" she countered. "It is not that," he said. "Only that I was not here to receive you." "What does that matter? I am no stranger." "Of course you are not," he agreed. "But it would be awkward if Father were to encounter you." "Is he not out?" "He was here just now, and in a foul temper." "A foul temper? With whom?" "With Second Concubine Tai." "But she is so virtuous," Wanxiang said. "How could she possibly upset the Master?" "Oh, just trivial household matters," Yanxi replied dismissively. "Not worth discussing." "Our Old Lady always says your father has a terrible temper," Wanxiang remarked. "Now it seems she is right." "You keep saying 'our Old Lady.' Who exactly is she?" Wanxiang laughed. "You need not ask. You will know someday." Seeing she would not tell, Yanxi did not press the point. "You came at just the right time," he said instead. "I was feeling terribly bored. Keep me company for a while." "I was afraid you might be bored," she replied. "That is why I came." So the two sat and chatted idly. After a time, Yanxi proposed, "Shall we go for a stroll in the park?" "Your family has such a fine garden," Wanxiang said. "Why go to the park?" "One grows tired of seeing the same garden every day. A change of scene would be refreshing." "If that is how you feel, I shall accompany you." Yanxi then instructed Jin Rong to have the automobile brought to the main gate. He and Wanxiang walked out side by side.
The automobile took them to Central Park. Yanxi bought tickets and led Wanxiang inside. By now, the day was well advanced; the sunlight filtering through the cypress grove felt quite warm on the ground. "Let us sit in the waterside pavilion," Yanxi suggested. "It is cooler there." "As you wish," Wanxiang said agreeably. "I am happy with anything you propose." They walked to the pavilion and chose a clean table. Yanxi ordered tea and snacks, and they chatted as they partook. "I have been here several times," Wanxiang mused, "but it has never been half so pleasant as today." "There is nothing special about the place," Yanxi said. "It is merely a different frame of mind." "I always feel that any place is pleasant when I am with you." Yanxi laughed. "Ah, so now you're buttering me up?" Wanxiang pouted. "You are always talking nonsense. I mean it sincerely, and you call it flattery." Her coy, petulant manner delighted him all the more. "If it is sincere," he said, "then say a few more such things. I dearly love to hear them." Wanxiang lowered her head with a smile and said nothing. "Why are you silent?" he asked. "I am too embarrassed." "What is there to be embarrassed about? Speak freely." She glanced at him. "I will not. You will laugh at me." "I promise I will not. Speak, I beg you." "I always feel you treat me too well," she said softly. "I do not know how I shall ever repay you." "There you go, being formal again," he chided gently. "With the friendship between us, is there any need for words like 'repay'?" "It is not mere formality. I truly think so." As she spoke, two delicate circles of color rose to her cheeks, complementing her limpid, shining eyes. She looked utterly captivating. Unthinkingly, Yanxi reached out and took her hand. "As long as you keep me in your heart," he said, "that is repayment enough for me." Wanxiang quickly withdrew her hand. "What if someone sees?" she whispered. Yanxi smiled. "What of it? Such scenes are common enough in the park." "It is still not quite proper." Her shyness made her seem all the more adorable. He was about to whisper a few intimate words to her when a waiter ushered two young women past their table. Wanxiang leaned closer to Yanxi. "Look," she said softly. "Those two girls keep looking at us. Do you know them?" Yanxi turned to look. One was Second Miss Wu; the other was Bai Xiuzhu. His heart gave a jolt, and he quickly averted his gaze. "Do you know them?" Wanxiang repeated. "I... know of them," Yanxi answered vaguely. "But we are not well acquainted." "The one in white is rather pretty." "Pretty? She is quite ordinary." "If you are not well acquainted," Wanxiang pressed, "how do you know she is ordinary?" Caught out, Yanxi smiled. "I merely imagine she is." "I saw her look as if she wished to greet you. Why did you not acknowledge her?" "How do you know she wished to greet me?" "The way she looked at you, as if she had something to say." "Perhaps," Yanxi conceded. "But as we are not close, it is just as well to ignore her." Seeing his attitude, Wanxiang did not question him further. But inwardly, he felt most uneasy. Of all times to run into Xiuzhu here! If she went home and spoke of it to her family, it was sure to cause trouble. He longed to leave at once but feared arousing Wanxiang's suspicions. He could only force himself to remain seated, though all his earlier high spirits had fled. Wanxiang noticed his distraction. "If you have something on your mind, we can go back," she offered. "It is nothing," he said. "Let us stay a little longer." "You seem rather out of sorts." "Not out of sorts. I was merely thinking of something." "What were you thinking of so intently?" "I was thinking," Yanxi improvised, "of how to find some occupation for you, so that you too may stand on your own." "Thank you," Wanxiang said. "But I have no need of that yet. When the day comes, I shall naturally ask for your help." They talked a while longer. Seeing the sun dipping in the west, Yanxi said, "We should go back. It is growing late." "Very well." Yanxi settled the tea bill, and they walked out together. Just as they reached the main gate, they saw Xiuzhu and Second Miss Wu also emerging from within the park. Xiuzhu saw Yanxi and nodded to him with a smile. Yanxi had no choice but to return the courtesy, though he did so with the greatest reluctance. Xiuzhu said to Second Miss Wu, "You see? I told you he would come to the park. You did not believe me, but now you see for yourself." "What is so remarkable about that?" Second Miss Wu replied. "The park is full of people." As she spoke, her eyes rested pointedly on Yanxi. Yanxi, walking beside Wanxiang, pretended not to see them. He walked straight out the gate, got into the automobile, and ordered the driver home.
Upon arriving home, Yanxi first saw Wanxiang off, then went to his own study. As he entered, he saw someone sitting within-it was Bai Xiuzhu. "Well!" he exclaimed. "What brings you here?" "Why should I not come?" she retorted. "That is not what I meant," he said. "Only that you seldom visit my study." "Today I choose to make an exception," she declared. "What do you say to that?" He detected a note of anger in her voice and forced a smile. "There is no reason why you should not. I merely find it somewhat surprising." "Surprising? Let me ask you: who was that girl strolling in the park with you today?" "That is a strange question," Yanxi countered. "Must I carry a written declaration when I visit the park?" "I do not want your declarations. I want to know who she was." "A friend, that is all." "A friend? What manner of friend?" "That is a senseless question. A friend is a friend. Why specify the manner?" "I must specify," Xiuzhu insisted. "From the way you two looked, I suspect she is no ordinary friend." "If not an ordinary friend, then what manner of friend? You tell me." "Shall I say it?" Xiuzhu paused deliberately. "I suspect she is your new..." "New what? Why do you not finish?" "Your new sweetheart. Am I right?" Yanxi gave a cold laugh. "Say whatever you please. I cannot stop you." "Of course you cannot stop me, and I cannot stop you either. But let me warn you: do not cast aside an old sweetheart for a new one." "What old sweetheart? What do you mean by that?" "You know perfectly well. Why make me say it?" "What do I know? I know nothing of the sort." "If you do not know, I shall tell you plainly. Why have you been avoiding me all this time?" "Avoiding you? Whatever do you mean?" "Do you still deny it? Think! How many days has it been since you last came to see me?" "Oh, that," Yanxi said lightly. "I have been preoccupied with the Rhyme Club lately. I have had no time." "Preoccupied with the Rhyme Club?" Xiuzhu's voice sharpened. "Just now in the park, I saw you preoccupied with strolling with a young lady. That did not look like Rhyme Club business to me." Struck dumb, Yanxi could only smile. "Why do you not speak?" "What would you have me say? If you choose to suspect me, I cannot help it." "It is not suspicion. I saw it with my own eyes. How can it be false?" "What did you see? I merely took a walk with someone. It is a perfectly ordinary thing. Why make such a fuss?" "I am making a fuss? Very well. I shall not make a fuss in future. But know this: if you think I am someone easily dealt with, you are sorely mistaken." "I harbor no such thought. Do not be so sensitive." "I am not sensitive in the least. I speak as I see. Well then, goodbye." With that, she rose and made to leave. "What is the hurry? Stay a little longer." "I have no time to spare." She left without a backward glance. Seeing Xiuzhu storm off in anger, Yanxi felt a twinge of regret. If she were truly offended, it could mean trouble. But what was done was done; he would have to let matters take their course.
The next day, after lunch at home, Yanxi had an appointment to go to the Leng Residence that afternoon to tutor Leng Qingqiu in poetry. He changed into fresh clothes and walked slowly to the Leng home. Upon entering, he was met by Song Runqing, who came forward with a smile. "Brother Yanxi, you are here! I was just about to look for you." "Is something the matter?" Yanxi asked. "Nothing else," Song Runqing said. "It is still about the Rhyme Club. I feel our club ought to have some sort of publication to be truly respectable. But the cost of printing may be difficult to manage." "If it is a matter of funds, we can discuss it," Yanxi reassured him. "We shall find a way." "With your help, Brother Yanxi, the matter should be easily settled." So saying, he led Yanxi to the study. Leng Qingqiu was already there, a book in hand. Seeing Yanxi enter, she stood and nodded to him with a smile. "Miss Leng, have you been studying diligently?" Yanxi inquired. "What study?" she demurred. "I was merely glancing through it idly." "Brother Yanxi," Song Runqing interposed, "you may tutor her here. I have some business to attend to and must go out for a while." "Please do not let me detain you, Mr. Song." After Song Runqing departed, only Yanxi and Leng Qingqiu remained in the room. "How shall we begin?" Yanxi asked. "I know nothing at all," she confessed. "I am entirely at Seventh Master's instruction." "I dare not presume to 'instruct,'" he said modestly. "Let us study together." He then explained the fundamentals of poetic composition-tonal patterns, rhyme, parallelism, and the like-to her in detail. Leng Qingqiu proved exceedingly quick of understanding, grasping each point as soon as it was made. "You are so clever, Miss Leng," Yanxi remarked. "You will surely become a fine poetess in time." Leng Qingqiu smiled. "Do not tease me, Seventh Master. I would not dare to hope for such a thing." "It is not so difficult," he encouraged. "With dedication, success is assured." "I shall need your frequent guidance in the future, then." Her modest attitude endeared her to him all the more. "As long as you do not find me unworthy, Miss Leng, I am most willing to be of service." Leng Qingqiu lowered her head with a smile and said nothing. "Shall we attempt a quatrain today?" Yanxi suggested. "I fear I shall make a poor job of it." "Do not worry. I am here. Please, try." So Leng Qingqiu took up a brush, thought for a moment, and composed a seven-character quatrain. Yanxi took the paper and read: "Deep in the boudoir, silence behind heavy doors; / A wisp of incense smoke entwines the dreaming soul. / The swallows have not returned, the night is late; / In the pear-blossom courtyard, dusk falls once more." Yanxi read it and praised it warmly. "I truly did not expect your first attempt to be so accomplished, Miss Leng! Especially the line 'In the pear-blossom courtyard, dusk falls once more.' It possesses genuine lyricism." "You flatter me too much, Seventh Master," she protested. "It is mere patchwork." "It is genuinely fine, not patchwork at all," he insisted. "If you persevere, your future achievements will know no bounds." "That will also require your frequent guidance, Seventh Master." "If you are inclined, Miss Leng, I can come every day." "How could I presume so much?" "Why not? Since we are friends, we should learn from one another." Touched by his earnestness, Leng Qingqiu felt a surge of gratitude. They conversed a while longer on poetry before Yanxi took his leave and returned home.
From that day on, Yanxi went to the Leng Residence daily to tutor Leng Qingqiu. Under such excellent instruction, her progress was rapid. In less than a fortnight, her five-character quatrains were already quite presentable. Yanxi was overjoyed, believing that if things continued thus, their affection for each other would surely deepen day by day. Unexpectedly, one day upon returning from the Leng Residence, he was met by Jin Rong. "Seventh Master, where have you been? I have been looking for you." "What is it?" Yanxi asked. "Miss Bai has called several times," Jin Rong reported. "She seemed most anxious." "If she comes, simply say I am not at home. Why all the fuss?" "I did say so, but she would not believe me. She insisted on waiting for your return." "Where is she now?" "In the mistress's chamber, conversing with her." Hearing this, Yanxi felt a pang of apprehension. If Xiuzhu had said anything to his mother, trouble was sure to follow. But things having come to this, he had no choice but to brace himself and see her. He went to his mother's room. Xiuzhu and his mother were sitting together, chatting amiably. Seeing Yanxi enter, Xiuzhu smiled at Mrs. Jin. "Auntie, look-Seventh Master has returned." "Where have you been?" Mrs. Jin asked. "Miss Bai has been waiting for you quite some time." "I went to a friend's house." "A friend's house?" Xiuzhu cut in. "A male friend or a female friend?" "That is a pointless question," Yanxi replied. "A friend is a friend. Why distinguish?" "One must distinguish," Xiuzhu insisted. "There are always differences between men and women." "You young people," Mrs. Jin chided gently. "Always at odds when you meet. Lao Qi, take Miss Bai outside to sit. I have matters to attend to here." Yanxi had to comply and walked out with Xiuzhu. Once in the corridor, she demanded, "Where did you go just now?" "I told you. To a friend's house." "Do not try to deceive me. I know you went to the Leng Residence." "How do you know?" "I know, of course. Let me tell you: you go to the Leng Residence every day to tutor that girl in poetry. Do you imagine it is a secret? In truth, everyone knows of it." "Let them know," Yanxi said coolly. "It is no crime." "Of course it is no crime," she conceded. "But I find your conduct somewhat improper." "Improper in what way?" "Consider your own position. You are a man with... obligations. Why must you grow so intimate with a young lady?" "Obligations? I do not understand you." Xiuzhu flushed. "You play the fool!" she exclaimed. "Who does not know of our understanding?" "What understanding? Pray enlighten me." "Are you deliberately trying to provoke me? Though we are not formally betrothed, both our families have long acknowledged it. This is no affair of a day. Now you suddenly grow so close to Miss Leng. Where does that leave me?" "The two matters are entirely separate," Yanxi protested. "Do not confuse them." "How are they separate? It seems to me you are discarding an old friend for a new one." "I am discarding no one. Do not misunderstand." "I misunderstand nothing. I ask you plainly: will you continue going to the Leng Residence or not?" "That depends on my inclination." "If you go again, I shall be forced to expose your little secret." "What secret? Expose it, by all means." "Oh, you have plenty of secrets, I assure you. Shall I really speak them?" "Speak. I am listening." "Never mind the rest. Your liaison with Wanxiang alone-if I speak of that, I doubt your father would be pleased to hear of it." Yanxi's heart skipped a beat. How did she know of Wanxiang? Outwardly, he maintained his composure. "What liaison with Wanxiang? Do not talk nonsense." Xiuzhu gave a cold laugh. "Nonsense, is it? Very well. Let it be nonsense. But I warn you: if you continue associating with Miss Leng, I shall make this matter known. Then we shall see what you will do." "You attempt to blackmail me. I do not fear blackmail." "You do not fear it? Excellent. We shall see." With that, she stormed off in high dudgeon. Her mention of Wanxiang had unsettled him. If she truly did make it known and his father found out, the consequences would be dire. It seemed he would have to distance himself somewhat from the Leng Residence henceforth. Yet his heart could not bear to part from Leng Qingqiu. It was a true dilemma.
Though chafing under Xiuzhu's warning, Yanxi dared not openly continue his visits to Leng Qingqiu. He still went each afternoon to tutor her as usual, but no longer lingered for hours as before. After arriving, he would sit only briefly before finding some pretext to leave. Leng Qingqiu noted his sudden coolness and felt puzzled, but being a person of great reserve, she betrayed no hint of her thoughts. One day, after Yanxi had been there barely a quarter of an hour, he rose to take his leave. "Is Seventh Master so pressed for time today?" Leng Qingqiu inquired. "Yes," he replied. "I have some business at home." "In that case, please do not let me detain you." Seeing she made no effort to detain him, Yanxi felt a pang of disappointment. But having said he must go, he had to leave. Walking out the main gate of the Leng Residence, his heart was heavy with dejection. I treat her coldly, he thought, and she does not seem to care in the least. Clearly, she does not hold me in her heart. Why then do I cling to this foolish hope? But then another thought struck him: she is a person of profound self-restraint. Even if she did care, she would not show it openly. I must not lose heart. I shall proceed slowly.
Two days later, as Yanxi sat idly at home, Jin Rong came in with a letter. "Seventh Master, a letter for you." Yanxi took it. The envelope was addressed "To Seventh Master Jin Yanxi" and signed "From Leng." His heart quickened. He opened it hastily. It read: "To the writing desk of Mr. Yanxi: In recent days, I have repeatedly received your gracious instruction, for which I am profoundly grateful. I, Leng Qingqiu, of dull and clumsy nature, am honored that you did not deem me unworthy and have diligently guided me. The gratitude in my heart is beyond words. Lately, I have observed that you seem hurried and perhaps unwell. I know not the reason. If it is because I, Leng Qingqiu, have in some way given offense, I beg you to indicate it clearly, that I may correct my fault. Otherwise, if I have through this been neglectful towards you, my offense would be even more unpardonable. Respectfully written, with wishes for your literary peace. Sincerely, Leng Qingqiu." Reading this, Yanxi's joy knew no bounds. I treated her coldly, he thought, and far from blaming me, she writes to inquire after my well-being. This shows she does hold me in her heart. If I continue being distant, I shall appear heartless indeed. He immediately took up a pen and wrote a reply, saying merely that he had been slightly indisposed of late, not intentionally distant, and begged her not to misunderstand. Sealing the letter, he gave it to Jin Rong with orders to deliver it to the Leng Residence at once. After Jin Rong's departure, Yanxi was beside himself with happiness. Alone in his room, he could not suppress a smile. With this letter, he thought, our feelings are sure to advance another step.
From then on, Yanxi resumed his daily visits to the Leng Residence, with even greater warmth than before. Having received his reply and knowing he had not been intentionally distant, Leng Qingqiu was likewise pleased and became especially attentive towards him. One day, during a conversation at the Leng Residence about wine, Leng Qingqiu said, "I have heard Seventh Master has a fine capacity for drink. I wonder if you would honor our humble home by joining us for a cup?" "If you are inclined, Miss Leng, I should be delighted to keep you company." "Then, tomorrow afternoon, please come. I shall prepare a few simple dishes for you to sample." "I shall certainly come." The next day, Yanxi waited until four in the afternoon and went to the Leng Residence. Upon entering, he was greeted by Leng Qingqiu's smiling face. "Seventh Master is indeed a man of his word. You have truly come." "How could I dare stay away when you summon me, Miss Leng?" Leng Qingqiu led him to a small parlor. On the table were already set four small dishes, a wine pot, and two cups. "I do not know how to prepare anything fancy," she said modestly. "Only some homely flavors. I hope you will not laugh, Seventh Master." "Anything you prepare personally, Miss Leng, is sure to be excellent." They sat facing each other. Leng Qingqiu poured a cup of wine and handed it to Yanxi. He took it and drained it in one draught. She poured another. "Miss Leng, please have a cup as well," Yanxi urged. "I do not drink." "It is of no consequence. Just one cup." Unable to refuse, she took a small sip. "Since you honor me by joining me, please finish this cup." Reluctantly, she forced herself to finish the wine. Her face immediately flushed a delicate pink, rendering her even more lovely. Seeing this, Yanxi felt his heart stir. "Since you are unaccustomed to wine, Miss Leng, do not force yourself. Let us partake of the food." So they ate and chatted, most happily. "I am truly happy today," Yanxi said. "I have never been so happy before." "Why so?" "Because I can sit drinking and conversing with you like this, Miss Leng. Is it not one of life's great pleasures?" Leng Qingqiu lowered her head with a smile and said nothing. "Miss Leng," Yanxi ventured, "let us not be so formal henceforth. This constant 'Miss Leng' sounds terribly distant. Since we are so well acquainted, let us call each other by our given names. You call me Yanxi, and I shall call you Qingqiu. What say you?" "How could I presume so much?" "Why not? Between friends, such address is only natural." "If that is the case, I shall obey." Yanxi was overjoyed and called "Qingqiu" several times in succession. She merely answered with a smile. The more they talked, the more they found in common. Unawares, they finished the pot of wine. Qingqiu's face was now as red as an apple, and her eyes had grown somewhat dreamy. "Qingqiu, are you drunk?" Yanxi asked. "No, merely a little dizzy." "Let me help you inside to rest awhile." "It is nothing. I shall be well if I sit for a moment." But even as she spoke, her body swayed slightly. Yanxi hurried forward to support her, and she leaned against his shoulder. He caught the delicate fragrance of her person, and his heart began to race. Softly, he said, "Qingqiu, let me see you to your room." She nodded vaguely. Supporting her, Yanxi slowly helped her to her bedchamber.
Once in the room, Yanxi helped Qingqiu lie down upon the bed. She closed her eyes as if already asleep. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yanxi gazed at her charming, innocent appearance in her cups. She was utterly adorable. Unable to restrain himself, he leaned down and gently kissed her cheek. Qingqiu's eyes fluttered open. She looked at him, gave a faint smile, and closed them again. Seeing she did not resist, Yanxi grew bolder. He took her hand. "Qingqiu," he whispered, "there is something I have long wished to say to you. Today, taking this chance, I shall say it. Ever since I first saw you, there has been only you in my heart. I know not how you feel. Could you allow me to love you?" At these words, her face flushed even more deeply, but she kept her eyes closed and uttered not a sound. "If you do not speak," he said, "I shall take it as silent consent." Still she said nothing. Overjoyed, Yanxi leaned down to kiss her again. Just then, he heard footsteps outside, followed by a voice calling, "Qingqiu! Qingqiu!" Yanxi recognized Mrs. Leng's voice. Startled, he sprang to his feet. Mrs. Leng had already entered the room. Seeing Yanxi there, she halted in surprise. "Auntie," Yanxi said hurriedly, "Qingqiu had a little too much wine. I was helping her to rest." Mrs. Leng saw her daughter lying on the bed, face flushed, clearly inebriated. "This child," she sighed. "She cannot hold her wine, yet she insists on drinking. Really..." She went to the bedside and called her name twice. Qingqiu opened her eyes and, seeing her mother, said, "Mother, I am so very thirsty." "I shall fetch you some tea." Turning back to Yanxi, she said, "Mr. Jin, please wait outside." Yanxi had no choice but to withdraw, his heart pounding. Did Mrs. Leng see what just happened? he wondered anxiously. If she did, it would be most awkward. But judging by her manner, she did not seem suspicious. That, at least, was a relief.
Yanxi waited outside for a time. Mrs. Leng emerged with tea. "Mr. Jin, thank you for seeing her in today. This child cannot tolerate wine. I shall have to forbid her from drinking in future." "The fault is mine as well," Yanxi said contritely. "I should not have urged her." "One cannot blame you, Mr. Jin. It was her own lack of restraint. It is growing late. Please return home now." Seeing Mrs. Leng did not press him to stay, Yanxi took his leave. On the way home, his heart was a tumult of joy and fear. Joy, because today he and Qingqiu had taken a definite step forward; fear, lest Mrs. Leng had perceived something amiss. Yet on reflection, Mrs. Leng was a kindly soul, unlikely to be overly perceptive. Besides, he and Qingqiu had done nothing truly improper. Even if she had seen, she could hardly remark upon it. Thus reassured, he felt somewhat easier.
Upon arriving home, he was met by Jin Rong. "Seventh Master, where have you been? I have been looking for you." "What is it now?" "Sister Wanxiang is here, waiting for you in the study." "How long has she been here?" "Nearly an hour." Yanxi went to the study. Wanxiang sat there, her expression displeased. Seeing him enter, she said, "Where have you been? Making me wait so long." "I went to a friend's house." "A friend's house? A girlfriend's house, no doubt?" "Do not guess wildly." "I am not guessing. You have been going to the Leng Residence constantly of late. Do you think I do not know?" "And if you do know?" "I know nothing. I ask you plainly: do you love me, or do you love her?" "There you go again," Yanxi said wearily. "Did I not tell you? She and I are merely friends." "Friends? Are friends so intimate? I came today to ask you one thing: if you love her, I shall yield. I shall trouble you no more." "Why speak so? She and I truly are just friends. Believe it or not, as you wish." "Naturally, I do not believe it. If you had no special relationship, why would you run to her house every day?" "I go to tutor her in poetry. That is hardly a crime." "Tutor her in poetry? Hah! More likely you tutor her in love." "You speak more and more absurdly." "Absurd or not, you know the truth in your heart. Let me tell you: if you cast me aside for another, I shall not stand for it." "What will you do?" "What will I do? I shall expose your affairs. Let the world judge." Hearing this, Yanxi felt a thrill of fear, but outwardly he refused to show weakness. "Expose them if you will. I am not afraid." "You are not afraid? Very well. We shall see." With that, she rose and left without a backward glance. Seeing her break so decisively, Yanxi felt a twinge of remorse. It is true I love Qingqiu, he thought, but Wanxiang has treated me well. To treat her thus seems rather heartless. Yet matters had gone too far; he could only let them take their course.
Thereafter, Wanxiang indeed ceased her visits. Yanxi, for his part, was glad of the peace and devoted himself wholeheartedly to his pursuit of Leng Qingqiu. After the incident of the wine, Qingqiu always felt a certain awkwardness in Yanxi's presence, but he affected an air of nonchalance, continuing his daily poetry lessons with even greater solicitude than before. Seeing this, her heart gradually settled, and she grew closer to him day by day. One day, Yanxi said to her, "It grows tedious always sitting at home. Why not go out somewhere?" "Where to?" "I have heard the maple leaves on the Western Hills are at their peak just now. Shall we go for an outing?" "It sounds lovely, but Mother may not permit it." "Do not worry. I shall speak to Auntie. She is sure to agree." "Then, please try." Yanxi went to speak with Mrs. Leng. At first she demurred, but unable to withstand his earnest entreaties, she finally consented. The next day, Yanxi hired an automobile and went with Qingqiu to the Western Hills. The automobile stopped at the foot of the hills, and they proceeded on foot. It was that crisp, clear season of high autumn. The hills were aflame with red leaves against a vivid blue sky, a scene of breathtaking beauty. "The scenery here is magnificent," Qingqiu breathed. "I have never seen its like." "If you like it," Yanxi said, "I can bring you here often." "How could I presume so much?" "Why not? If it pleases you, there is nothing I would not do." Deeply moved, Qingqiu was too shy to reply and merely lowered her head as they walked. Yanxi spotted a large rock by the path. "Let us rest here a moment," he suggested. They sat upon the rock. "Qingqiu," Yanxi began, "there is something I have long wished to ask you." "What is it?" "I have treated you thus. How do you truly feel in your heart?" "You treat me so kindly. Naturally, I am grateful." "Gratitude alone? Is there nothing more?" "What more could there be?" "For instance... do you care for me?" A blush suffused her cheeks. She lowered her head in silence. "Why do you not speak?" "What would you have me say?" "Say what you feel in your heart." Still she was silent. Yanxi reached out and took her hand. "Qingqiu, do you not yet know my heart? There is only you within it. If you do not care for me, I truly could not go on living." His words softened her heart. In a voice barely above a whisper, she said, "I never said I did not care for you." Elated, Yanxi pressed, "Then you do care for me?" She nodded. "Since you care for me, could we be together always?" "That... that is for Mother to decide." "If you are willing, I can go and plead with Auntie." "Let me think on it." "What is there to think on? Do you not trust me?" "It is not a matter of trust. Only that such things should not be decided in haste." "If you but give me your promise, I can wait. I will wait as long as need be." His sincerity moved her. "If your heart is truly set," she said softly, "then... I promise you." Yanxi sprang up with joy. "Qingqiu, do you mean it?" "Of course I do." "Then let us consider ourselves betrothed. What say you?" "Betrothed? But... there must be a proper ceremony." "If you consent, the ceremony can be arranged in time." "Very well. I consent." Yanxi's happiness was boundless. He quickly drew a gold ring from his own finger and offered it to her. "Take this ring as my pledge to you." Qingqiu accepted it, her face crimson with shyness. "Let me put it on for you." He took her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. "I have nothing to give you in return," she murmured. "What shall I do?" "I want no gift. I want only you." She lowered her head with a smile, her heart brimming with sweetness. They lingered on the hillside a while longer before returning home by automobile.
From that day forth, the bond between Yanxi and Leng Qingqiu deepened yet further. Yanxi was exultant, believing his goal within reach. He little suspected that another had already learned of the matter-none other than Bai Xiuzhu. After her falling-out with Yanxi, Xiuzhu had nursed her resentment in secret, even going so far as to have his movements watched. Learning of his daily visits to the Leng Residence and his marked intimacy with Qingqiu, her jealousy knew no bounds. Later, upon hearing of their outing to the Western Hills, she knew their relationship must be serious. If I do not strike a blow, she thought, they will think me a pushover. So she conceived a plan to sabotage their affair.
One day, Xiuzhu called at the Jin residence, pretending a desire for reconciliation. Her sudden change of manner made Yanxi wary, but she pressed her attentions so earnestly that he was half convinced. "We were so close before," she said wistfully. "It is a pity we quarreled. I have thought it over: it is not worth damaging our understanding over someone of no consequence." "It is well that you think so," Yanxi replied. "I hear you are most intimate with Miss Leng. Is it true?" "We are but ordinary friends." "Why hide it from me? I have known for some time. I came today to advise you. Miss Leng may be admirable, but her family is too poor. It is an unsuitable match for the Jin family standing. Your father will never consent. Why stir up family discord for her sake?" "That is my own affair. I shall manage it." "How will you manage? You know your father's temper. If he learns of this, his wrath will be terrible. By then, you may not even be able to protect yourself, let alone Miss Leng." Yanxi felt a tremor of doubt. But then he thought of his pledge to Qingqiu and hardened his resolve. "I have my own plans in this. Do not trouble yourself on my account." Seeing him so determined, Xiuzhu knew mere words would not sway him. "Very well," she said. "Since you are so stubborn, I shall say no more. But I shall watch with interest how you handle your father." With that, she took her leave.
After Xiuzhu's departure, Yanxi felt a vague unease. Though her words were self-serving, they contained a grain of truth. If his father learned of his involvement with Qingqiu, opposition was certain, and that would be troublesome indeed. But matters had progressed too far; he could only take one step at a time.
A few days later, as Yanxi sat brooding at home, Jin Rong hurried in. "Seventh Master, it is bad news. The Master summons you." "What does he want?" "I know not, but his face was thunderous. Be careful." Yanxi's heart sank. He went to his father's chamber. Minister Jin sat upon the sofa, his countenance like iron. Seeing Yanxi enter, he said sternly, "See what fine work you have done!" "I... I have done nothing." "Still you deny it! I ask you: what is your relationship with Miss Leng?" Yanxi knew the matter was out. He steeled himself. "We are friends." "Friends? Do friends exchange rings and become engaged?" Seeing concealment was impossible, Yanxi said, "Since Father knows, I will not hide it. Qingqiu and I are betrothed. I beg your consent." Furious, Jin Quan slammed the table. "Preposterous! Marriage is a grave matter, to be decided by parents! You dare engage yourself privately? Have you no respect for your parents?" "Father, Qingqiu is an excellent young lady. If you met her, you would surely approve." "I have no wish to meet her! Let me tell you: what is the standing of our Jin family? What is the standing of the Lengs? Do you not know? This marriage is a mismatch in every way. It can never be. Abandon this notion now!" "Father, if the man and woman are willing, what does standing matter?" "What do you know of such things? In a family like ours, marriage cannot be decided by the individuals. If you persist in this folly, I shall disown you!" Seeing his father so immovable, Yanxi knew entreaty was useless. "Since Father will not consent, I have no choice. But I will never betray Qingqiu. Do as you will." He turned and left. Jin Quan trembled with rage, shouting after him, "Rebellion! This is rebellion!"
Yanxi left his father's room, his heart a turmoil of indignation and sorrow. Qingqiu and I have come so far, he thought, and now Father throws this obstacle in our path. What can I do? But no matter what, I cannot give her up. As he wandered distractedly, Jin Rong approached. "Seventh Master, Miss Bai is here." "What does she want? I will not see her!" "She insists, saying she has something urgent to tell you." Reluctantly, Yanxi went to the parlor. Xiuzhu stood there, a smirk of triumph on her face. Seeing him, she said, "Yanxi, I hear your father refuses his consent to your marriage with Miss Leng. Is it true?" "How do you know?" "I know, of course. I told you long ago such a match would never succeed. Do you believe me now?" "It is none of your concern!" "I shall make it my concern! Hear me: if you change your mind, I may still intercede for you with your father. If you persist, do not blame me for what follows." "I want no intercession. I shall manage my own affairs." "Manage them yourself? How? Your father has said if you marry Miss Leng, he will disown you. With neither money nor position, what can you do? If Miss Leng follows you, she will only know hardship. If you truly care for her, think of her welfare." Yanxi felt a pang. Though her words were hateful, they held a certain logic. If he were cast out with nothing, would Qingqiu not suffer with him? Yet to abandon her was unthinkable. As he hesitated, Xiuzhu pressed on. "Consider: in what way am I inferior to Miss Leng? My family has wealth; I am not ill-favored; and we have grown up together-our bond must be deeper than with any outsider. Why must you fix upon that poor girl?" "Say no more. My heart will never change." "Very well! Since you are so obstinate, we have nothing further to say. Henceforth, you are you, and I am I. We are strangers." With that, she swept out in high dudgeon.
Yanxi felt a measure of relief at Xiuzhu's departure. But the thought of his father's stance plunged him back into gloom. I must find some way to make Father relent, he thought. But how? In his dilemma, he thought of his mother. Father heeds Mother most, he reasoned. If I plead with her, perhaps there is hope. He went to his mother's chamber and confided everything: his engagement to Qingqiu, his father's vehement opposition. He begged her to intercede. Mrs. Jin listened and sighed. "Lao Qi, it is not that I will not help you. You know your father's temper. Once his mind is made up, no one can change it. Besides, in this you acted most rashly. How could you become engaged without first consulting your parents?" "Mother, it was not that I meant to keep it from you. I intended to broach the matter with Father gradually. Who knew he would learn of it first?" "Since he knows and opposes it so strongly, I fear the matter is hopeless. I advise you to give up this notion." "Mother, can you bear to see Qingqiu and me torn apart?" "It is not that I am heartless. There is simply no way. Your father is the head of the household. Who can oppose him?" Seeing even his mother would not help, Yanxi felt his distress deepen. "Since you will not help, Mother, I must find my own way." He withdrew, disheartened.
Returning to his room, Yanxi grew more agitated the longer he thought. He took up his pen and wrote a letter to Leng Qingqiu, detailing his father's opposition and his own unwavering resolve. He gave it to Jin Rong with orders for immediate delivery. After Jin Rong's departure, Yanxi sat alone, feeling that for all the world's vastness, there was no place for him. If I cannot marry Qingqiu, he thought, what point is there in living? Better to die and be done with it. But then another thought struck: if I die, what will become of Qingqiu? She would be heartbroken. I cannot die. I must struggle on. I must marry her. Lost in these thoughts, he saw Jin Rong return with a letter. Yanxi seized it and tore it open. It was Qingqiu's reply: "My dear Yanxi: Your letter received. Reading it, my heart is rent asunder. Since this matter is blocked by your honored father, I fear there is no remedy. Born of humble origins, I never dared aspire to a household of gold. Our betrothal the other day sprang from infatuation alone. Now that events have turned against our wishes, I dare ask that we release each other henceforth, lest we cause mutual harm. I return the ring to you. My fate is frail indeed; what more can I say? I only pray you will serve your parents well and think no more of me. Writing this through tears, I know not what I say. Weeping, Leng Qingqiu." The letter struck Yanxi like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, scattering his wits. Qingqiu is so absolute, he thought in despair, even returning the ring. What can I do? "Quick!" he cried to Jin Rong. "Prepare the automobile! I must go to the Leng Residence at once!" "Seventh Master, it is late. Go tomorrow." "No! I must go now!" Jin Rong had no choice but to obey. Yanxi rode in the automobile, flying through the streets to the Leng Residence. The gate was already shut. Yanxi pounded on it frantically. After a long while, Nanny Han came to open it. "Where is your young lady?" Yanxi demanded. "She has retired for the night." "Ask her to rise. I have urgent words for her." "Young Master Jin, it is the middle of the night. Please come tomorrow." "I will not! I must see her now!" He tried to push his way in. Nanny Han blocked him. "Young Master Jin, you cannot enter. The Mistress will have my head if she finds out." "Do not stop me! I will leave after one word with her." As they struggled, Mrs. Leng appeared. "Mr. Jin, what is the matter? Qingqiu is asleep. Speak tomorrow." "Auntie, I beg you, let me say but one word to her. I will leave immediately after." "It is not that I will not let you see her. Qingqiu herself has said she will see no one." "Why will she not see me? Auntie, I implore you." Moved by his desperation, Mrs. Leng relented slightly. "Wait here. I shall ask her." She went inside. After a time, she returned. "Mr. Jin, Qingqiu says she has nothing more to say to you. Please return." "Did she truly say that?" "Of course. Would I lie to you?" Seeing Mrs. Leng's firm demeanor, Yanxi knew he would not see Qingqiu that night. He sighed heavily. "Very well. I shall return tomorrow." Crestfallen, he departed.
Yanxi returned home and did not sleep a wink. Early the next morning, he went again to the Leng Residence, but the gate was shut fast. He knocked for a long time to no avail. Knowing Qingqiu was deliberately avoiding him, his heart swelled with both sorrow and resentment. I treated her so well, he thought bitterly, and she is so heartless. It shows how unreliable women are. Why should I cling to her? Yet when he recalled Qingqiu's usual gentle manner, he felt she could not be heartless. She must have some compelling reason. I must get to the bottom of this. As he paced before the gate, he saw Nanny Han returning from outside with a vegetable basket. Yanxi hurried to intercept her. "Nanny Han, why will your young lady not see me?" "Young Master Jin, do not ask me. I know nothing." "You must know. Please tell me." "I truly do not. The young lady does nothing but weep and will not speak." "She weeps?" "Bitterly. The Mistress and I comforted her for a long time before she calmed somewhat." Yanxi's heart ached, and tears threatened to fall. "Nanny Han, please take a message to her for me. Tell her my feelings for her have not changed. Beg her to see me, if only once." "Very well, I shall deliver it. But whether she sees you or not, I cannot promise." "Just deliver the message, that is all." With that, he turned for home.
Yanxi waited at home for several days, but no word came from Qingqiu. Moreover, he found himself unable even to gain entry to the Leng Residence. He knew then that she was determined to break with him. Agony gripped his heart. He took to drinking heavily each day, returning home in a stupor. Seeing his dissipation, Minister Jin grew even angrier, summoning him for a severe reprimand. Yanxi offered no defense, merely hanging his head. When the tirade ended, Jin Quan declared, "From this day forth, you are forbidden to leave the house. You will stay home and apply yourself to your studies. If you go out carousing again, I shall have you locked up!" Yanxi heard this in silence and withdrew without a word.
Thereafter, Yanxi was effectively placed under house arrest by his father, forbidden to take a single step outside. His heart yearned for Qingqiu, but he had no means of seeing her. Each day stretched before him like a year. Sometimes he attempted to slip out, but Jin Quan had set watchers upon him, and he never succeeded. Powerless, he could only sit idly in his study day after day. Occasionally he would take up a book, but could not comprehend a single character, his mind filled only with thoughts of Qingqiu. When the longing grew too sharp, he would seize his pen and scribble verses-all on the pangs of相思 and the bitterness of parting. After writing, he would look them over and tear them to pieces. A fortnight passed thus. Yanxi grew haggard beyond recognition. Mrs. Jin saw this and her heart went out to him. She said to Jin Quan, "Husband, see how Lao Qi has wasted away. Are you not distressed?" "He brought it upon himself," Jin Quan retorted. "Who is to blame?" "He is at fault, yes, but you cannot keep him confined forever. In my opinion, you should let him out." "Let him out? What if he goes looking for that Leng girl again?" "We cannot control the affairs of the young too strictly. If he truly loves Miss Leng, let him marry her. Can our Jin family not support one more daughter-in-law?" "You make it sound simple. Such a mismatched marriage is bound to cause trouble later. I will not have the family reputation ruined by him." "Reputation! Reputation! You think only of reputation, and not of your son's very life?" "Say no more. My decision is final. It will not be changed." Seeing him so obdurate, Mrs. Jin knew further argument was futile and held her peace.
A few days later, Jin Rong came with startling news: the Leng family had moved away. Yanxi was aghast. "Where have they gone?" he demanded urgently. "I know not. I only heard they moved to the countryside." "Why did you not tell me sooner?" "I only just learned of it myself." For a long moment, Yanxi was speechless. Qingqiu, oh Qingqiu, he thought, you have left without a word, without even granting me one last meeting? You are too cruel. But then another thought came: perhaps she did it for my sake. Fearing my father's opposition, fearing to cause me trouble, she chose to bear the pain herself rather than be a burden to me. This thought pierced his heart even more deeply, and tears he could not restrain began to fall. Seeing this, Jin Rong tried to console him. "Seventh Master, do not grieve. Perhaps Miss Leng will return." "She will not return," Yanxi said, his voice breaking. "I know she will never return." He broke into loud, heart-wrenching sobs. Jin Rong comforted him for a long time before he quieted.
After the Leng family's departure, Yanxi moved through the days like a soul bereft, vacant and listless. Mrs. Jin, growing anxious, went again to plead with Jin Quan to let Yanxi out to distract himself. Seeing his son's state, Jin Quan felt a twinge of remorse and consented. Once free, Yanxi spent each day searching for Leng Qingqiu, but the world was vast, and where could he hope to find her? After several fruitless days, his despair deepened. He returned to heavy drinking, and in his cups would go to the site of the old Leng residence to weep piteously. Jin Rong, following helplessly behind, unable to dissuade him, finally reported this to Mrs. Jin. She sighed. "The child is truly痴心. But the person is gone. What use is there in weeping so?"
One day, Yanxi drank himself into a stupor at a tavern. Staggering out, he stumbled and fell, cutting his head open so that blood streamed down his face. Jin Rong saw this and hurriedly helped him home. Mrs. Jin was both heartbroken and furious at the sight. She confined him to his room, forbidding him to go out again. Lying in bed, delirious, he called incessantly for Qingqiu. Hearing this, Mrs. Jin could not hold back her tears. She said to Jin Quan, "Husband, see how ill Lao Qi is. Can you bear to stand by and do nothing?" "What can I do? He brought this illness upon himself." "In my view, we should find Miss Leng and bring her back, and let them be united." "Nonsense! How can our Jin family take such a bride?" "If she is a good person, what does it matter if she is poor?" "Say no more. I will never consent." Seeing him so immovable, Mrs. Jin knew further words were useless and said no more.
Yanxi's illness grew graver by the day. A physician examined him and pronounced it a sickness born of melancholy; unless his heart's desire were granted, a cure would be difficult. Hearing this, Mrs. Jin grew even more frantic. Disregarding Jin Quan's opposition, she sent people far and wide to inquire after the Leng family's whereabouts. But after much searching, there was no trace. Mrs. Jin had no recourse but to keep vigil by Yanxi's bedside daily, offering what comfort she could. Yet his condition showed no sign of improvement.
One day, Yanxi suddenly regained a moment of clarity. He said to Mrs. Jin, "Mother, I fear I am not long for this world. After I am gone, please send someone to find Qingqiu. Tell her I am sorry. Tell her I have辜负 her heartfelt affection." Mrs. Jin wept. "Child, do not speak so. You will recover." "I will not. I know it. It is better if I die. In death there are no more troubles." With that, he lapsed into unconsciousness again. Mrs. Jin was heartbroken. Casting caution aside, she pleaded with Jin Quan, "Husband, I beg you, give your consent. Would you watch your own son die?" Seeing Yanxi so critically ill, Jin Quan's resolve wavered. "It is not that I refuse," he said. "But the Leng family has moved away. Where can we possibly find them?" "If you but consent, I will find her." Jin Quan sighed. "Very well. If you can bring Miss Leng back, I will consent to their marriage." Overjoyed, Mrs. Jin immediately dispatched people to redouble their search. But the world was vast; how could they hope to find her quickly? Yanxi's condition worsened daily; he seemed on the brink of death. Mrs. Jin, frantic with worry, could do nothing but burn incense and pray to Buddha each day, beseeching the Bodhisattva's mercy.
Just at this critical juncture, someone suddenly delivered a letter, saying it was from Miss Leng. Mrs. Jin seized it and opened it eagerly. It read: "For Yanxi's attention: Hearing of your grave illness, my heart cannot bear it. I intended to come visit, but feared raising suspicions, and thus did not dare act rashly. Now I hear your honored father has consented to the marriage. My heart is somewhat comforted. However, I have recently contracted a slight ailment myself and cannot leave my bed. I pray you will take good care of yourself and think no more of me. When we have both recovered, we may meet again in better times. From, Leng Qingqiu." To Mrs. Jin, the letter was a treasure beyond price. She hurried with it to Yanxi. He read it, tears streaming down his face. "She... she is ill too? How is she?" "The letter says it is only a slight ailment. Do not fret. She will recover soon." "Mother, promise me. Let me go see her, just once." "You are so ill yourself. How can you go? When you are better, I will certainly let you go." "No! I must go now. I must see her once, or I will die with my eyes open." Seeing his determination, Mrs. Jin had to agree. She had the automobile prepared and, supporting Yanxi, went to the address given in the letter. The Lengs had moved to a small alley in the western city, to two low, mean rooms of great简陋. Mrs. Jin helped Yanxi inside. Leng Qingqiu lay on a wooden plank bed, her face pale, pitifully thin. Seeing Yanxi enter, she struggled to sit up but lacked the strength. Yanxi hurried forward and took her hand. "Qingqiu, I... I have come too late." "Not too late. I am glad you have come." "How is your illness?" "It is nothing. A mere chill. I shall be well in a few days. And yours?" "Seeing you, I am already better." She smiled faintly. "You still know how to talk sweetly." "Qingqiu, my father has consented to our marriage. Will you marry me?" "You do not mind that I am poor?" "I never minded. I only feared you might mind me." "How could I mind you? I only feared being a burden to you." "Speak no more of burdens. From now on, we shall be together forever, never to part." She nodded, tears flowing. Yanxi, too, could not hold back his tears. Mrs. Jin, watching from the side, was also moved to weeping. "There now," she said gently. "Do not cry. Now that matters are happily resolved, you should be glad." Hearing this, Yanxi and Qingqiu checked their tears and smiled at each other.
A few days later, both Yanxi and Leng Qingqiu recovered. Seeing matters had come to this, Jin Quan had no choice but to give his consent to their marriage. An auspicious day was chosen, and the wedding was held. Though not extravagant, it was a lively and joyous occasion. Yanxi and Leng Qingqiu, lovers at last united, were filled with happiness. When Xiuzhu learned of it, though jealousy gnawed at her, there was nothing she could do. She had to relinquish her hopes and turn her attention elsewhere. As for Wanxiang, upon hearing of Yanxi's marriage, she felt sorrow, but being a sensible woman who knew Yanxi had never truly loved her, she accepted it and moved on.
After their marriage, Yanxi and Leng Qingqiu lived in perfect harmony. Qingqiu, gentle and virtuous, managed the household with admirable order. Mrs. Jin was delighted. Jin Quan, observing that Qingqiu was well-educated and dignified in manner, gradually softened his attitude and grew kindly towards her. Seeing the家庭和睦, Yanxi was happier still. He settled down to his studies at home, no longer given to dissipation.
One day, Yanxi said to Qingqiu, "Qingqiu, for us to have reached this day is truly不容易. I promise I shall always treat you well, and never辜负 you." "As long as I remain in your heart," she replied, "I am content." "In my heart," he said solemnly, "there is only you, now and forever." Hearing this, a smile of pure happiness graced her face.
And so Yanxi and Leng Qingqiu lived out their days in contentment. Though small storms of life would occasionally arise, they always practiced mutual understanding and comfort, so that their affection for each other grew deeper with each passing day. Thus it is truly said: Those fated to be together will find their way despite all trials; let none complain that the course of true love never did run smooth.