"Yes, where is his villa? I miss him terribly, a day apart feels like three autumns. Please lead the way."

Cen Xi retracted his fangs, revealing a captivating smile, and smiled at Feng Qin.

Fengqin was horrified by her laughter.

He quickly took two steps back, but still managed a forced smile as he said:

“Madam, this way please. If my young master knew how much you think of him, he would be overjoyed.”

"You have a sweet tongue, not bad, quite charming. Which horse did you prepare for me?"

Cen Xi still smiled as she looked at Feng Qin.

"Here, here, this horse is a fine steed, does the mistress like it?"

Feng Qin was all smiles and exceptionally respectful to Cen Xi; anyone who saw it would know that he was being obsequious and ingratiating.

“That’s fine. You take my maid with you, and I’ll ride alone. You can lead the way.”

Cen Xi nodded, stroked the horse's mane, and leaped onto it.

"Madam, she's a young woman, I... I'm afraid it wouldn't be appropriate for me to take her along?"

Feng Qin glanced at Wen Qihe and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"What's there to be ashamed of? She's a rich young lady who's willing to be a maid and she's not ashamed of it, so what are you afraid of?"

"She said she didn't want to get married and didn't care about her reputation."

Cen Xi gave Wen Qihe a meaningful look, then said impatiently to Feng Qin.

"But…"

"No buts... it's settled then."

Cen Xi's eyes turned cold, and she directly interrupted Feng Qin's words.

"Alright, girl, come on up."

Seeing Cen Xi's expression change instantly, Feng Qin didn't insist any further and had no choice but to turn to Wen Qihe and say something.

Wen Qihe stared at Cen Xi for a moment, then remained silent and obeyed Cen Xi's arrangement.