The more perfect and flawless he was, the more Ling Mohan suspected that Fan Shun was hiding something.
"I believe you can definitely find out. That little brat Fan Shun can't even compare to a fingernail of yours..."
Feng Jin wished she could praise Ling Mohan to the heavens, using every complimentary word she could think of, fearing she hadn't praised him enough.
"I didn't expect my wife to think so highly of me. Your husband is truly touched!"
Although he knew Feng Jin's words were just casual remarks, hearing them made Ling Mohan feel completely at ease.
If anyone else said it, he would immediately pack them up and throw them out, but when it came from Feng Jin's mouth, Ling Mohan found these words exceptionally pleasant and melodious, never tiring of hearing them.
"If you like to hear it, I'll say it to you every day!"
Ling Mohan's lips curved into a smile, and he lowered his head to capture the woman's lips, savoring them carefully.
After a quarter of an hour, Ling Mohan finally released her lips.
With the space to breathe, Feng Jin gasped for air, nearly suffocating from his kiss.
"Silly girl, it's been so long, and you still haven't learned to breathe with your mouth."
Ling Mohan's teasing voice rang out, and he tightened his embrace around Feng Jin.
"Can't you be gentler? You're squeezing me so hard I can barely breathe!"
Ling Mohan immediately lessened his grip and scanned Feng Jin's entire body. Her small frame made him feel as though even a slight increase in force could shatter her bones.
"What are you thinking about?" Feng Jin raised her eyes and saw Ling Mohan lost in thought.
"I was wondering if I were to exert a little force, would I shatter your bones?"
Ling Mohan said his thoughts plainly, even gesturing with his hand near Feng Jin's neck.
Feng Jin shivered involuntarily, forcefully batting away the hand from her neck and quickly stepping back, looking at Ling Mohan warily.
"You pervert, take those filthy thoughts out of your head and stop thinking about abusing me all day!"
How did she feel so endangered now, her life threatened at any moment?
Especially the strange way Ling Mohan was looking at her now, sending chills down her spine.
"I'd like to try..."
"Get lost!"
Feng Jin yelled angrily, desperately restraining the urge to kick him. "You sadist, get lost, the further the better."
Ling Mohan, taking advantage of Feng Jin's attempt to leave, suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace, leaning in to whisper something into her fair earlobe.
Instantly, Feng Jin's face flushed to the point where it looked like she could bleed. She shot to her feet, pushed Ling Mohan away, and stammered, "You... you... stay away from me from now on, and... and stop thinking about those dirty things. I warn you, what you're thinking will never happen!"
A ball of anger seemed to be building in Feng Jin's chest. She truly hadn't expected Ling Mohan to say such things; he was simply... a pervert, a complete pervert.
"You can continue to enjoy the cold wind here. I'm going back to sleep!"
With that, Feng Jin turned and left without looking back. As she stepped out of the pavilion, her steps faltered. She turned back to look at Ling Mohan. "Also, you are not allowed to sleep in my room for the next two days. Stay away from me!"
She felt Ling Mohan was too dangerous now and needed to maintain a distance. Only after he had gotten rid of those unsavory thoughts would she allow him into her room again.
"Feng Jin, let's discuss this properly."
Ling Mohan realized things were not developing as he had envisioned and quickly got up to walk towards Feng Jin.
'Bang!'
He was still a step too late. By the time he arrived, the door had been slammed shut from the inside by Feng Jin, leaving him utterly frustrated.
He cautiously peeked at the door a few times, but the only response was the rustling of leaves in the wind.
Ling Mohan, worried about waking the children, had no choice but to give up. "I'll find another room to make do for the night. You sleep early."
His words fell into silence, with no response for a long time. He could only leave sheepishly.
Inside the room, Feng Jin heard the footsteps outside gradually fade away, confirming Ling Mohan had left. She breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Ling Mohan's words kept echoing in her mind, and a blush involuntarily crept onto her face. Feng Jin looked embarrassed. She shook her head violently, constantly telling herself to forget these things.
But the more she tried to forget, the more vividly she remembered and the more she thought about them.
After a long internal struggle, Feng Jin still couldn't control her thoughts. It was too late; it seemed she was destined to be sleepless tonight.
But... what was this hint of anticipation rising in her heart? When did her thoughts become so vulgar?
Feng Jin gulped down several mouthfuls of water, forcing herself to calm down and stop overthinking. She lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and believed that as soon as she fell asleep, she wouldn't think of anything else.
...
The next morning, Feng Jin looked in the mirror at the dark circles under her eyes, making her look like a panda. Last night, thanks to Ling Mohan, she had been sleepless the entire night.
"Young Madam, what's wrong with your eyes? Did someone hit you?"
Cai Qing put down the basin she was holding and picked up the comb to style Feng Jin's hair. She caught sight of the dark circles under her eyes and exclaimed in surprise.
"I had insomnia last night and didn't sleep well. Please help me do my hair, keep it simple."
After Cai Qing finished styling her hair, Feng Jin used a generous amount of foundation and concealer to cover the dark circles.
It wasn't that she was bragging, but the cosmetics she developed were indeed good. This concealer alone was her masterpiece. Once they returned to the capital, she would launch it as a new product for Yu Yan Fang, and it would surely be a bestseller.
"Young Madam, what is this? With just one swipe, the dark circles under your eyes disappear. It's too magical."
It was even more incredible than a disguise technique. She had only seen her Young Madam lightly swipe this white substance, and the dark circles vanished. It was too miraculous, as if she possessed immortal magic.
"This is concealer. It can cover up any blemishes or spots on our faces. Let me try it on you."
"It really disappeared!" Cai Qing looked in the mirror, full of amazement. It was too magical; it was completely gone.
"I'll give you this bottle. I'll give you more after you've used it up."
She was so poor now that all she had left were these cosmetics. Cosmetics had almost become Feng Jin's essential gift for every festival, and they were always well-received. It was a win-win situation, fostering goodwill and boosting Yu Yan Fang's business.