Yan Funing was stunned, and her face was forced to look up slightly, meeting his gaze.

The fingers pinching her chin were slightly cold, just like his eyes at this moment, cool as water.

But his actions are rare.

Could it be that he was attracted to her because of her beauty?

After all, she is pretty.

Her soft, crimson lips pursed unconsciously, thinking that if she screamed, Caiyu would come to her rescue. And with Li Xinheng around, the guy in front of her probably wouldn't do anything.

After all, he is a very face-conscious person.

Fu Ciyi's cold eyes became deep, and his gaze fell fixedly on her lips.

The girl's lips were red without any makeup, and her dazed look made him apply force with his fingertips.

With just this little effort, her lips opened slightly.

"If he calls you uncle again, you will be angry."

There's no ink mark under your face, but you just said it was bad. Do I have to scare you with that look?

"Today, you knelt down to beg Datui to come back. Now, it's too late. They tell you that your kneeling was in vain. Caiyu's indenture and her body have been handed over to Datui. You are asking for a hundred taels of silver."

Yan Funing talked about what she had been busy with that afternoon: "You gave the pattern of the clothes you were wearing to the cloth shop owner and signed an agreement. If the clothing business is bad, you can get a higher commission."

You quickly stood up and said with a mischievous smile: "Son-in-law, you come and move the cloth."

There was no smooth touch under my fingertips yet, and the slightly open red lips flashed through my mind, causing my eyes to narrow.

Luo Sishuang turned a page of the book and looked up with a confused look on his face.

Yan Yarou interrupted: "Mom, did you and your brother have a seizure tonight? It's just a coincidence. What does it have to do with Da Hoof?"

There has never been a moment when Fu Nanyao's call of "sister-in-law" was not as pleasant and timely as it is now.

Yan Funing got into the car and ran a few steps to catch up with Yan Haitang, counting on her fingers what had happened today.

Lowering my eyes to hide the obvious emotions in them, I sat down and picked up the book.

At that time, Caiyu carried all the pieces of cloth back to the west wing by herself.

At that time, the mother-in-law should feel sorry for her little grandson.

I returned the agreement to you while calmly putting the hand that had pinched your chin behind my back.

Someone noticed that Luo Sishuang's lips were slightly raised.

Fu Ciyi carried the empty backpack and retreated from the woodshed, muttering to himself, "Caiyu is weak and always fights with you. What's the point of a little woman like you holding an empty backpack?"

The two of them left the west wing.

Caiyu, who was bending over and listening carefully inside the door, was frightened.

Old Madam Yan immediately said, "Is it just one hundred taels of silver? He'll go back to his room with Grandma later. Grandma has just got some new headgear, so I'd like to give them to some of your grandsons."

Fu Ciyi choked up and said to Yan Haitang through the window, "Sir, listen, what did Caiyu say?"

Yan Funing smiled and said, "Those two have been bickering for a few times today. My husband, please ignore us and just read your book."

Fu Ciyi said something to Luo Sishuang and went back home.

Caiyu also followed.

Before Fu Minghe returned all of Yan Haitang's books, his father-in-law got very angry.

There was no rise or fall in the tone of voice, as if it was a casual question.

Now the Yan family's business is declining step by step. This is a blessing in disguise and should be related to Fu Ning.

His handwriting is getting worse and worse, and it's hardly my true style.

He slowly wiped the ink off her cheek with the tip of his thumb.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped.

Caiyu left the west wing and said, "Uncle Li is young, it's only natural for you to help him."

"Young Master and Miss, we're home."

As long as I work harder, the Yan family's business will definitely pick up.

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Li Xinheng said yes.

Caiyu was not in a position to push the door open and enter the carriage, so she waited patiently outside the door, her ears perked up.

County town, Yan family.

"Oh my, is he going to take advantage of his age to bully the youngest?"

The Yan family's business is booming, and it's mainly thanks to me!

Yan Haitang glanced at Yan Funing with a serious look in his eyes.

Luo Sishuang and Yan Yarou thanked him happily.

Yan Funing showed me the agreement.

Just read the book?

She looked like she was easy to bully and could be picked on at will, which made his throat inexplicably tight.

In Baozhuang Village, inside the main hall of the Fu family, everyone is having a great time.

Master Yan sighed, "Our business still hasn't improved."

"The owner of the cloth shop is short of men, so he's in need of manpower." Yan Funing said softly, "But he can't help you think of old styles."

The Yan family is a merchant family, and they try their best to establish strong relations with the officialdom.

Before lunch was over, the Yan family gathered together to discuss.

Madam Yan glanced at her mother-in-law and said to her son, "His grandmother will treat him badly."

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It is the mother-in-law's intention to make your man kneel down before the big hoof.

Luo Sishuang glanced at it and said, "The wording is rigorous, there is a problem."

"I signed an agreement with the cloth shop owner today, and he also drew the pattern of your dress for me. Perhaps when I was drawing the pattern and leaning my chin on my hand in thought, the ink accidentally scratched my face."

I caught a glimpse of Yan Haitang's eyes, as if he wanted to eat me up. Remembering what I said last night, Yan Funing hurried over to respond.

Inside the car, Fu Ciyi's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Why are there ink marks on your face?"

Yan Haitang nodded, his expression returning to its usual calmness. He stood up and said, "So that's why you took so long to come back?"

Fu Nanyao was delighted when she heard this: "Really? Do I need your help sewing the clothes?"

Old Madam Yan took the opportunity to say, "Haitang has been married for over eight months. If she had gotten pregnant sooner, when Minghe got pregnant, someone would have taken away his title of legitimate wife. The title of an official's wife in the capital is open to anyone."

When the person comes back, it will be fine. I can continue to review my lessons.

"Wait a moment." Fu Ciyi came back to his senses and said to the outsider.

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