There were quite a few grievances Feng Jin had suffered since marrying him.
From the very first day Feng Jin married him, she had endured the scornful looks of outsiders. On their wedding day, she entered the Ling Mansion alone in the bridal sedan chair, and at the time, countless people had mocked her.
They hadn't even performed the wedding ceremony, yet now she had to follow him into life-and-death situations every day, unable to even find a moment of peace.
The debts he owed Feng Jin were innumerable, and he would never be able to repay them in this lifetime.
"Ultimately, it is I who owe you."
The man's deep voice sounded from above. As it fell into Feng Jin's ears, her whole body trembled. Why was he suddenly bringing this up today? She looked up at Ling Mohan, "Why are you suddenly talking about these things?"
"I just suddenly remembered, and then I realized how much I owed you."
"Since you understand, then you must compensate me well in the future."
As for the past, Feng Jin couldn't be bothered to argue with Ling Mohan anymore. She casually mentioned a word or two and directly moved past the matter.
"Right... you don't need to keep watching, do you? Is there anything wrong with me?"
She and the child were unharmed, not even startled. Ling Mohan was still guarding here; didn't he need to attend to other matters?
"I'll feel at ease only by guarding you and the child."
This was the first time he had been so worried, fearing that the assassins might harm Feng Jin and the child, and he had killed with red eyes for a moment.
Only when Chu Qing came to report that Feng Jin and her son were safe did the scarlet in his eyes fade a little.
All he wanted now was to stay by Feng Jin and the child's side, and he didn't want to bother with anything else.
"It's fine. With Lu Shi keeping watch, there's no need to worry."
The man leaned on Feng Jin's shoulder, his tone much more relaxed.
"You're squeezing Lu Shi dry like this. You have to give him some time for dating and appointments."
Having been constantly exploited by Ling Mohan, Lu Shi and Cai Qing had no time for dating or appointments. When would they be able to achieve a happy union? Feng Jin immediately became anxious and sternly warned, "From now on, you are not allowed to delegate everything to Lu Shi. You must do your own things yourself. Otherwise, you find someone else. In any case, you must free up Lu Shi's rest time!"
Feng Jin stood with her hands on her hips in front of Ling Mohan, making eye contact and speaking to him with authority.
"You're showing concern for another man in front of your husband. Do you think that's appropriate?"
Ling Mohan's face immediately darkened, and his tone was full of displeasure. He was very unhappy with Feng Jin's actions.
"This is not the same thing. I'm trying to set up Lu Shi and Cai Qing..."
Feng Jin tried her best to explain the reasons behind it. "Have you understood all this?"
She had explained it very clearly. Could it be that Ling Mohan still couldn't understand...
After a pause, the man finally spoke faintly, "You're just doing useless things... You can't force matters of the heart. You have to let them resolve it themselves. With that time, you could think about how to please me..."
Ling Mohan was quite quick at changing the subject, and it was no wonder Feng Jin had been showing him less and less attention these days.
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin's lips twitched uncontrollably. She found herself speechless, and the air instantly fell into silence.
"If you don't speak, I'll assume you've admitted it. I'll give you two days to think about it, and I'll come to check the results tomorrow."
Two days was enough time. Ling Mohan was already starting to imagine what ideas Feng Jin would come up with to please him.
Instantly, his long-dormant heart began to beat violently again, and his unrestrained gaze roamed over Feng Jin.
Feng Jin immediately sensed the change in the man's gaze and slapped his shoulder in anger, scolding, "Throw all those messy thoughts in your head away! Don't think wildly!"
Caught in the act, Ling Mohan looked a bit awkward and awkwardly reached out to touch his straight nose.
It was Da Bao's crying that eased the awkwardness between them.
Feng Jin hurried to turn her gaze to the two children, instinctively reaching out to pick up the crying Da Bao and gently coaxing him.
The second child, the one directly involved, watched the two with a calm expression, still holding a weapon in his hand.
"Why did you hit your brother?"
Ling Mohan picked up Er Bao and asked sternly.
Before Er Bao could explain, Da Bao, nestled in Feng Jin's arms, impatiently cried out his grievances.
"Brother... hit... hit..."
Da Bao still spoke incoherently, pointing at Er Bao and then at his own head.
Mother and child were connected by heart. Feng Jin instantly understood the meaning behind Da Bao's words.
"Did your brother hit your head with the little wooden figure?"
Although Da Bao's speech was not fluent, it did not hinder communication.
Seeing that Feng Jin had understood what he wanted to express, he nodded enthusiastically and reiterated it.
Feng Jin looked at the very calm Er Bao with some helplessness and asked in a tone as gentle as possible, "Did you hit your brother?"
Er Bao was also someone who dared to take responsibility. After Feng Jin asked him, he directly nodded and admitted it.
"Then why did you hit your brother?" Feng Jin inquired patiently.
She had to start dealing with the children fighting now. When would it ever end?
"Snatch... then... hit..."
Er Bao also kept pointing and expressing himself, his emotions uncharacteristically agitated. He even held up the little wooden figure in his hand, showing every intention of starting a big fight.
"Did you snatch your brother's wooden figure?"
Da Bao, who was suddenly questioned, seemed to be guilty and immediately started crying loudly, burying his head deep in Feng Jin's arms, refusing to lift it no matter how much anyone called him.
Feng Jin finally understood what had happened. Da Bao must have tried to snatch the wooden figure from Er Bao, but after being defeated and beaten, he then resorted to crying foul. Now that the matter was exposed, he continued to throw a tantrum, trying to get away with it.
"You were the one trying to snatch your brother's toy, and after you failed, you were hit, but you started crying first."
The personalities of these two children were truly as different as night and day, but their stubbornness was exactly the same.
They were already fighting over things at this age. She really didn't know what they would be like when they grew up.
"You play with this wooden figure. Don't try to snatch your brother's anymore."
Feng Jin took out another wooden figure and handed it to Da Bao. Fortunately, she had bought two; otherwise, it would have been difficult if she had only bought one.
Da Bao finally stopped crying after receiving the coveted little wooden figure and instantly his face lit up with joy.
"They're already fighting over things. Who knows what they'll be like when they grow up."
Ling Mohan was also impressed by these two little guys. They were already fighting over things at such a young age.
"From now on, when we buy anything, we must buy two identical ones. It will be fairer, and then they won't fight."
Feng Jin was also helpless with the two of them.