"This is the last time. If there's another, don't blame me..."
"Don't worry, I promise there won't be another time!"
This one time was enough for him to handle. He didn't want another, or he wouldn't be able to deal with Feng Jin.
Feng Jin's face was full of speechlessness. She didn't believe a single word of Ling Mohan's promise. He was making promises now, but in a few days, he would have forgotten all about it and it would have been a waste of breath.
"By the way, why did you lock the door in broad daylight?"
Suddenly remembering the locked door, Ling Mohan looked at Feng Jin and asked.
Feng Jin was also stumped by his question and turned her gaze to Cai Qing and Chu Qing. She really didn't know the reason.
"Madam, Steward Wu came earlier. I was afraid he would take the young master away, so I locked the door. I didn't expect the young general to return at this time."
Cai Qing, afraid that Ling Mohan would blame her and have Chu Qing punished with her, stepped forward first and took all the blame upon herself.
"Young General, Madam, it was my idea to lock the door. If you're going to punish someone, punish me alone." Chu Qing did not hide behind, but directly stepped forward and, like Cai Qing, took the blame upon herself.
"You two, get up. I didn't say I was going to punish you. Why are you all kneeling here? Get up quickly."
Seeing the two kneeling in front of her in unison, Feng Jin quickly reached out to help them up. "Stop standing here foolishly. It's time for a meal. Hurry to the kitchen and see what's for dinner."
"Yes, Madam, your maid will go now."
The two said in unison and retreated together.
Ling Mohan saw that Feng Jin was deliberately finding an excuse to send them away. His gaze fell on Feng Jin, and he said with a hint of displeasure, "Why did you deliberately send them away? I didn't say I was going to punish them. I just wanted to know what was going on. You're making me sound like some heinous criminal."
"Look at your gloomy face. You've scared them both so much. No wonder they avoid you every time they see you."
Who told him to always have a gloomy face? Which servant in the mansion didn't take detours when they saw him?
He still had the nerve to ask these questions, not even reflecting on himself.
Feng Jin finished speaking and walked directly into the house. Ling Muzhu stood still, somewhat at a loss. It didn't seem appropriate for him to leave now, but it also didn't seem appropriate to stay. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to follow Feng Jin into the house.
At this moment, it was most correct for him to hold onto Feng Jin's thigh. After all, even his elder brother feared his elder sister-in-law. With his elder sister-in-law as a backer, it was ultimately the most correct choice.
After a moment, Ling Mohan still followed and walked to the front hall, finding a seat closest to Feng Jin.
His lips parted slightly from time to time, wanting to find a suitable opportunity to say a few words to Feng Jin, but every time the words reached his lips and he was about to speak, Feng Jin would coincidentally turn around to talk to Ling Muzhu, or pick up her teacup and take a sip of tea.
This forced him to swallow the words back several times.
The man's expression gradually became displeased, and his slightly dangerous gaze fixed on Ling Muzhu, carrying a hint of threat.
Sensing the strong, hostile gaze on him, Ling Muzhu quickly lowered his head. When he reached for the teacup, he was so flustered that he almost scalded his hand. As the tea was about to splash onto his hand, he quickly withdrew it.
"How is it? Did you get scalded?" Feng Jin asked, her voice laced with a hint of panic. She quickly stood up to check Ling Muzhu's injuries.
"It's nothing, sister-in-law. The tea only splashed on my sleeve. I didn't scald my hand, it's fine."
He was fortunate that he reacted quickly and withdrew his hand in time, otherwise his hand would have been scalded.
"It's good that you're alright. This tea is very hot, so you must be careful. You're about to take office, so you must be careful in everything, and absolutely not hurt yourself..."
Feng Jin's continuous murmurs were full of concern for Ling Muzhu. Amidst their conversation, neither of them noticed that Ling Mohan, standing behind them, had an extremely grim expression.
It wasn't until they heard a crisp "clang" that their gazes snapped towards him.
They saw Ling Mohan with a very grim expression, and his feet were covered in shattered teacup fragments.
"My Qingbai glaze teacup!" Feng Jin exclaimed with heartache. This set of teacups was bought at a great cost. It had only been in her possession for a short time, not even fully warmed up, and now Ling Mohan had ruined it. This wasn't just ruining a teacup; it was ruining her heart, her fragile heart!
Heartbroken, Feng Jin squatted down and carefully picked up the valuable fragments, cradling them in her hands. Her heart ached as if it were bleeding.
Her gaze was fixed on the man in front of her. Feng Jin's back molars ached, and she gritted her teeth so hard that the sound of "crack... crack..." could be heard.
"Ling Mohan, you'll pay for my Qingbai glaze teacup!"
Feng Jin squeezed these words out from between her teeth. At this moment, she even had the heart to kill Ling Mohan.
This scoundrel, why did he have to smash her most precious set of teaware? Now, out of the entire set, one cup was missing. How could this set of teaware still be valuable?
Wouldn't all her money have been wasted? Thinking of this, Feng Jin hated him even more.
"Since it's so precious, you should have kept it properly instead of displaying it where people could use it. It's only natural that it's broken now..."
Ling Mohan showed no attitude of admitting fault or apologizing, but instead appeared to be stating the obvious.
If she had put this set of teacups away earlier and preserved them well, then it would only be her own fault that they were broken now.
"You..." Feng Jin angrily pointed at the man in front of her. If it weren't for Ling Muzhu being present, she would have pounced on Ling Mohan and fought him to the death to seek justice for the tragically deceased cup.
They had been placed properly on the table, and many people had used them. Why was it that when it came to Ling Mohan, they fell apart? She wouldn't believe it wasn't Ling Mohan who deliberately broke them.