Half an hour later, Nanfeng Mansion.
The business van drove slowly, Ye Wanhua was full of emotions. She remembered feeling nervous yet excited at the beginning of the month when she first was allowed to enter as Wang Junchen’s wife, authorized by Wang Jinhui.
Soon after, just a few days later, Wang Jinhui transferred the ownership of the Wang Mansion to Ye Wanhua.
He even declared publicly that it was a birthday gift for his daughter-in-law, and Ye Wanhua couldn’t help but tear up, knowing that this was the real recognition, accepting her as a daughter-in-law of the Wang Family.
And this time coming back had its tastes too!
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here," Wang Junchen softly clasped Ye Wanhua’s hand to reassure her.
"I’m not scared at all, Dad likes me now. A few days ago when we went to Chunlei Street, Dad even praised the dim sum I made and asked me to teach him."
Wang Junchen gave a cold laugh, his gaze changing slightly, "It must have been learned for Tang Mei."
"You’re just stubborn. Actually, I know you care about Dad deep down and you want him to have a comfortable old age. Ever since Aunt Tang has been with Dad, it’s like he has become a completely different person. Really, I can feel how happy he is."
Spurred by his wife’s words, Wang Junchen suddenly realized that might actually be the case.
His temper had calmed, and he smiled more often.
The day before Wang Jinhui and Tang Mei got their certificate, because Wang Junchen opposed it and uttered some disrespectful words, Wang Jinhui was very angry but restrained himself from losing his temper.
In the past, that would have definitely resulted in throwing things and storming out, and it might have even led to a public declaration of disownment.
In truth, Wang Junchen’s feelings towards Tang Mei were complicated. He disliked her yet admired her as she was the boss of Shen Shiyi, having an exceptional status with strong leadership and influence.
Hmph! Better not play any tricks, or else... you’ll see.
If things could be settled peacefully, then it should end here.
At this moment, Li Fugui in a black suit had been waiting in front of the main villa for quite a while.
The butler had been transferred to the Wang Mansion by Wang Junchen for some time, but the Nanfeng Mansion had been left without management.
Wang Jinhui was not foolish; he had his plans.
Indeed, just a couple of days after getting the certificate with Tang Mei, he shamelessly asked her to transfer Li Fugui and Granny Yu from 66 Chunlei Street to serve, one as housekeeper and the other as the main chef.
Tang Mei’s favoritism was evident.
"Madam, the lady is currently in the teahouse. She said for the young mistress to come directly, and for the young master to please head to the study alone."
"Alright," Ye Wanhua responded with a smile.
Wang Junchen couldn’t help but internally grumble: Really fast at assigning her own people.
Given his daughter was still in Tang Mei’s hands, he couldn’t flare up. He just scowled and led Ye Wanhua across the grand hall on the first floor towards the teahouse.
"I can manage on my own, you better go to the study," Ye Wanhua stopped at the doors of the teahouse.
How could he possibly feel at ease leaving? Inside was the leader of Shen Shiyi, known to send shivers down the spines of many in the martial world with her extremely ruthless methods.
Moreover, she was adept at concocting various poisons, colorless, tasteless, capable of killing invisibly.
Wang Junchen took a deep breath and then gently adjusted the hair on Ye Wanhua’s forehead, "If there’s any danger, just scream. I’ll be right there."
"Okay, got it. Now go."
Li Fugui couldn’t help but internally grumble: What danger could there be inside? You being here is the real danger!
"Remember, if there’s any danger, just scream."
Ye Wanhua nodded with a wry smile, thinking her husband was making too much of it. This was Nanfeng Mansion, his father’s residence after all.
"Alright, then you... go in."
With that, Li Fugui finally opened the door to the teahouse, respectfully guiding Ye Wanhua inside.
When she came out again, it was an hour later.
Her expression was complex, seemingly having cried, but a smile lingered at the corners of her mouth, and Tang Mei had also returned the set of baby clothes to her.
Meanwhile, Wang Junchen arrived downstairs quickly, looking very stern, his hands clenched into fists as if he had just been in a fight.
"Ah Hua, are you alright?"
Hearing her husband’s voice, Ye Wanhua slowly lifted her head, "I’m fine."
"Your eyes are so red, have you been crying?"
"No, I’m fine, nothing’s wrong!"
"Oh, good, as long as you’re okay."
It was as if they had agreed not to mention the content of their conversation, just holding hands as they walked out of the hall, chatting about this and that.
Meanwhile, at Lingxiao Manor.
The sun had already shone into the master bedroom on the second floor, reaching the edge of the carpet, but Tang Xiaowan on the mahogany bed was still in a drunken haze.
Her rosy cheeks were truly endearing, and Leng Lingxiao couldn’t resist, leaning over to give her a kiss.
Looking at the floor, there were all sorts of items leading all the way to the bathroom: flower dresses, white leather shoes, gray shirts, blue ties, black suits, small hair clips, roses, and so on.
It was indescribably messy.
"You have such a low alcohol tolerance, yet you still insisted on drinking!" Leng Lingxiao said affectionately as he teased her nose.
"Mmm... stop it, I’m so sleepy."
"Come on, say you love me, till death do us part!"
"Hmph, so lewd... perverted!" Tang Xiaowan turned over and frowned, "I don’t love you, you heartless villain!"
Leng Lingxiao raised an eyebrow and snorted.
"Alright, getting bold, huh? Daring to insult me under the influence? I’ll show you soon enough... what ’lewd’ and ’perverted’ really mean!"
As soon as he finished his sentence, his long fingers tickled Tang Xiaowan’s delicate feet.
"Ah! Chou Huahua, stop it!"
No one can stand their feet being tickled.
Sure enough, a soft, cooing voice begging for mercy soon followed: "I was wrong, I won’t dare again."
"Weren’t you being bold when you were gulping it down?"
"Yesterday... there were special circumstances, I was so scared, I nearly got abducted by a criminal, I drank to calm down!"
"Without my permission, you’re not to touch a drop of alcohol ever again. If you sneak drinks again, there will be no next time..."
He didn’t even know how he could punish her.
"I understand, there won’t be a next time."
"Then get up quickly, your husband is severely injured and urgently needs your help."
Seeing his little wife looking confused, Leng Lingxiao stretched out his arm, revealing several deep bite marks, some even seemed to be bleeding. The rıghtful source is novel-fire.ɴet
"Oh my, could it be from last night..."
"Yes, you got it, bitten by a little dog, I was drunk and it was a dreadful scene."
"I’m sorry, does it hurt a lot?"
Leng Lingxiao didn’t answer. Instead, he smirked, swept the still-guilty Tang Xiaowan into his arms, and carried her directly into the steamy, fragrant bathroom.
"Put me down, your arm doesn’t hurt anymore?"
"When did I ever say it hurt? You’re not that old, how come your hearing is so poor!"
"It wasn’t you who said it, you said..."
Suddenly, with a splash, water went flying as they both fell into the bathtub, her pink nightgown instantly soaked, followed by loud laughter.
Tang Xiaowan was stunned, her beautiful eyes wide open.
Her surprised expression was really cute. As Leng Lingxiao laughed, he couldn’t help but lower his head and deeply kissed her plump lips.
It wasn’t until a long while later that he slowly let her go.
"Be careful or the wound might get inflamed!"
"Just a few bite marks, am I that delicate?" Leng Lingxiao said, looking at her with deep affection.
"You sly thing, tricking me again!"