Standing in the courtyard, Jing Xunchè awkwardly scratched his nose as he watched the servants pass by.
"Qiér, at least give me a piece of clothing," he pleaded. How was he supposed to face his subordinates like this? His dignity was completely gone.
"No. Figure it out yourself!" Mu Fēngqié's emotionless voice came from inside the room.
Jing Xunchè glanced at the closed door and then at the inquisitive looks from the servants around. Finally, he decided to go to the study quickly and ask Mù Nán to bring him some clothes. If he stayed any longer, he would lose all his face.
Mu Fēngqié sat inside the room, listening to the commotion outside, and secretly snickered. Serves him right.
That dog Jing Xunchè had coaxed her into... using her hand on him last night! Her hand was still sore, and he hadn't let her go. Mu Fēngqié looked at her right hand and felt that she wouldn't be able to look at it the same way again.
As the saying goes, a woman's hand is her second face. Last night, Jing Xunchè had ruined her second face. Although they hadn't gone all the way, he had done everything else!
Just thinking about Jing Xunchè's state last night made Mu Fēngqié's face turn bright red. "Mu Fēngqié, you need to calm down. Don't be seduced by his good looks," she said, slapping her own face in an attempt to regain her composure.
However, the scenes from last night kept popping into her mind, and the heat on her face never subsided.
Mu Fēngqié stayed inside the room to calm down for half an hour before coming out. As soon as she stepped out, she saw Jing Xunchè standing outside. She gave him a disgruntled look and then went to the front hall for breakfast.
"Qiér, why are you angry? Who made you mad? Tell me, and I'll teach them a lesson," Jing Xunchè said as he casually caught up with her.
"Jing Xunchè, you've completely lost your shame. Are you going for the flirtatious route now?" Although it was a question, Mu Fēngqié said it in a definite tone.
If the court officials saw Jing Xunchè like this, they would surely be shocked to faint. When had they ever seen the Marquis of Zhōngníng like this?
On normal days, he was extremely cold in front of them and didn't like to talk to them. They didn't even dare to approach him.
"Qiér, this is how I show my love for you. How can you talk to me like this?" Jing Xunchè said, looking at Mu Fēngqié disapprovingly.
Mu Fēngqié rolled her eyes at Jing Xunchè and ignored him. She went straight to have breakfast. She had important things to do today.
During the entire breakfast, Mu Fēngqié was being fed by Jing Xunchè. Why? Because as soon as Mu Fēngqié sat down, Jing Xunchè picked up a chopstick full of vegetables for her. After seeing her eat, his hand never stopped.
It wasn't until Mu Fēngqié couldn't eat anymore that he stopped.
"Qiér, you've eaten too little. I could barely feel any flesh on you when I held you last night," Jing Xunchè said. Although he had held her before, last night he had a closer encounter with Mu Fēngqié and was quite familiar with her body.
"Hehe, if you think I'm too skinny, go find someone plump. I think the daughter of Widow Wáng who sells meat in the east of the city is pretty good. She's well - rounded. You definitely won't think she's too skinny," Mu Fēngqié retorted.
As soon as Jing Xunchè heard Mu Fēngqié mention the daughter of Widow Wáng, he thought of her fat body. He really couldn't stand it. Besides, he only liked Qiér.
"Qiér, how can you say that? I only like you. How could I fall for someone else?" Jing Xunchè recalled the teachings from the book and put them into use, acting like a male version of a green tea bitch.
Mu Fēngqié looked at him and said sarcastically, "Really? I wonder who just said I was too skinny to hold comfortably." Just you wait. You think you can use those green - tea tactics on me? You're so full of yourself.
Jing Xunchè was completely stunned by Mu Fēngqié's words. What should he do? The book didn't mention this situation. What should he say now? Why wasn't Qiér following the script in the book?
Just as Jing Xunchè was wracking his brains for a solution, Mu Fēngqié started again. She sounded like a pro green - tea bitch, "Alas, I guess I'm just unworthy. I've been busy running around for you and don't even have time for myself. Now that you're doing well, you want to abandon me. You're rich and powerful now, and you think I'm old and haggard. You're already saying I'm too skinny. God knows what else you'll say in the future. Maybe we should just call it quits."
Jing Xunchè was completely dumbfounded by Mu Fēngqié's long speech. This... this...
"No, Qiér, listen to my explanation. I didn't mean..." Jing Xunchè really didn't expect Mu Fēngqié to react like this. Shouldn't she try to eat more?
"What didn't you mean? You don't like me anymore and want to dump me," Mu Fēngqié said, looking at Jing Xunchè sadly. Isn't it just a competition of who can act? Come on. Who's afraid of who?
"Qiér, I was wrong. I'll never do it again," Jing Xunchè finally surrendered to the "evil force". Who would have thought? Qiér's thought process was completely unpredictable.
"I like you just the way you are. No matter what you look like, I'll like you," Jing Xunchè said cautiously, afraid that another wrong word would make Mu Fēngqié angry again.
Mu Fēngqié stared at Jing Xunchè for a long time without saying a word. Jing Xunchè's palms were sweating. He thought Mu Fēngqié was angry again and was about to apologize again when Mu Fēngqié finally spoke.
"Since you apologized so sincerely, I'll forgive you," Mu Fēngqié said, looking at Jing Xunchè.
"Then let's go, Qiér," Jing Xunchè asked tentatively. He didn't dare to cause any more trouble now.
"Let's go," Mu Fēngqié said, walking in front of Jing Xunchè. When Jing Xunchè couldn't see, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up and then widened.
Hahaha, Jing Xunchè was so easy to deceive. Mu Fēngqié quickly composed herself. Otherwise, she would burst out laughing.
If that happened, the truth would be revealed. That wouldn't do. She just couldn't figure out who Jing Xunchè had learned these things from. She wanted to ask, but when she turned around and saw Jing Xunchè's pensive expression, she gave up.
Forget it. She'd better not ask. Who knew what other crazy things might happen? She wasn't sure if she could handle it. Just this one incident had given her a hard time. Fortunately, she had reacted quickly, or she would have really fallen for his tricks.
As for Jing Xunchè, he followed Mu Fēngqié, his brain working frantically. What on earth had gone wrong?
Jing Xunchè looked at the Mu Fēngqié in front of him and sighed...