Ling Mohan let out a slight sigh of relief, glad he hadn't said anything wrong and had saved his life. Thank Buddha, thank Buddha.
"Let's go, back to sleep." Feng Jin yawned, genuinely tired at this hour.
Since Chu Chenyi's decision to leave was already made, whether Lin Yuwei would follow him depended on Chu Chenyi's ability.
She saw no need to keep watching. It was better to go back to sleep as soon as possible.
Seeing that the main instigator had left and was no longer watching, Ling Mohan also lost interest in the unfolding drama and quickly followed Feng Jin.
Staying out here to feel the cold wind was nowhere near as comfortable as holding his wife in bed. Ling Mohan stepped forward, extended a long arm, and gently pulled Feng Jin's soft body into his embrace.
"My dear wife, the night is long, and one needs someone to warm the bed. What do you think of your husband?"
Ling Mohan suddenly moved closer, startling the unprepared Feng Jin. As his warm breath brushed against her neck, Feng Jin couldn't help but shiver and instinctively pushed the man in front of her away.
She reached out and gently patted her flushed, hot cheeks, telling herself to remain calm and not be swayed by his good looks.
"You... you stay away from me. Keep your distance. I'm perfectly fine sleeping alone, and I don't need you right now!"
They had been together for so long, and their child was already so big, yet every time, she still disappointingly lost control, falling under Ling Mohan's charm. How uninspiring of her.
While Feng Jin chided herself, a hint of expectation also surfaced. This inexplicable emotion made her feel even more ashamed, and her steps quickened as she hurried forward.
The man watched Feng Jin leave as if fleeing and couldn't help but let out a laugh. He then quickly followed, walking up to her and lifting her into his arms.
"Ah... what are you doing? What's gotten into you in the middle of the night!"
Suddenly being picked up, Feng Jin cried out in alarm and slapped hard at the man beside her.
Instead of feeling pain from the slap on his chest, Ling Mohan felt a tingling sensation, and his desire surged. His voice even grew husky. "My dear wife, do you want another daughter?"
Feng Jin's head went numb, and the tips of her ears turned red. In broad daylight, how could he say such things with a straight face? Didn't he feel ashamed?
Terrified, she quickly covered the man's thin lips. "Don't... don't talk nonsense. Besides... besides, I don't want to have any more children!"
With these two mischievous children already giving her a hard time daily, if another one came along, she truly wouldn't have any peace. She absolutely would not have another.
"That's not something for my dear wife to decide."
The man lifted his head proudly. He was determined to have a daughter. Those two brats were an eyesore, unlike a well-behaved and sensible daughter.
"No, I..."
Feng Jin was about to object when her lips were suddenly covered. The words on the tip of her tongue turned into a muffled sound.
Kissed intensely by the man, Feng Jin became dazed. By the time she regained her senses, she somehow found herself on the bed, her clothes already gone.
"I don't... I don't want to... have children..."
Feng Jin's voice, no longer spirited, sounded soft and weak, carrying a hint of coquetry.
These words, falling into Ling Mohan's ears, seemed like an invitation. The man, naturally, did not hesitate and gently kissed Feng Jin's red lips.
"Be good... obey..."
The man's words were like a spell. Feng Jin found herself obediently following his lead.
After a night of passionate embrace, Feng Jin didn't know when she had fallen asleep. When she woke up again, her whole body ached, as if she had been taken apart and reassembled. Even moving a finger was a painful effort.
Feng Jin groggily opened her eyes. Everything that had happened last night replayed in her mind. Her fair cheeks immediately turned a deep red, as if they could drip blood.
Overwhelmed by shame, Feng Jin pulled the quilt over her head, burying herself like an ostrich.
"Don't suffocate yourself."
The man's steady voice, piercing through the thick quilt, reached Feng Jin's ears, making her feel even more ashamed.
Carefully, she peeked out from a gap. The first thing she saw was the man's moon-white robe. Peeking a little further, the man's handsome face suddenly appeared before her, magnified. Feng Jin was momentarily stunned, forgetting to react.
Ling Mohan reached out and pulled the quilt off Feng Jin's head, revealing her entire face. She was already wearing such a thick quilt over her head; wasn't she afraid of suffocating herself?
"Get up and eat breakfast."
Feng Jin then nodded blankly, offering no objection. Under the man's intense gaze, she slowly retreated back into the quilt.
"You go out. I need to get dressed."
A muffled voice came from within the quilt. Ling Mohan shook his head and chuckled helplessly. "I'm going out. You hurry up and get dressed."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Mohan turned and walked out. The sound of a door closing followed.
After a long silence, Feng Jin slowly lifted the quilt. She first surveyed the surroundings, and upon confirming the man's absence, she finally revealed her head.
She was truly suffocating in there. If Ling Mohan hadn't left, she would have been unable to hold back.
After lying in bed for a while, Feng Jin dragged her weary body slowly off the bed. Just as she reached for her clothes, the door behind her was opened.
Thinking it was Ling Mohan returning, Feng Jin quickly dove back into the quilt.
"Young Madam... Young Madam, your maid will help you wash up."
Once she confirmed it was Chu Qing, Feng Jin finally lifted the quilt and looked at Chu Qing with a slight embarrassment.
It was all that scoundrel Ling Mohan's fault; she had completely lost face.
"The Young General is truly good to the Young Madam. He specifically instructed this maid not to disturb the Young Madam's rest and even asked the kitchen to prepare nourishing medicinal meals..."
Chu Qing went on and on about Ling Mohan's virtues, acting like a genuine fangirl.
"Alright, alright, stop talking. Help me wash up first."
Chu Qing's chatter was making her ears feel calloused, and she didn't have the strength to raise her hands to wash herself. She decided to let Chu Qing serve her without guilt.
"Yes, Young Madam."
Chu Qing stepped forward and, after beginning to style Feng Jin's hair, suddenly exclaimed, "Young Madam... you..."