In the room, Lin Zhaojiang took out two crystal goblets and slowly poured in the Lafite that the butler had taken out from the wine cellar.

The beautiful dark red color shone with a captivating luster under the light. Song Wan watched quietly, a happy smile on her face.

Lin Zhaojiang handed her the wine glass and took a small sip himself.

"Hmm, give it a try, it tastes good!"

Song Wan said shyly, "You know I'm not a good drinker."

"This wine has an unforgettable aftertaste; don't miss it."

Song Wan smiled and sat down with him on the carpet by the French windows. Moonlight streamed in, filling the entire room. The large, bright French windows offered views of rolling mountains and lush forests.

Song Wan gently rested her head on Lin Zhaojiang's shoulder. At that moment, the flow of time seemed to have a sound, like a babbling brook.

“This island is quite large, and…” Lin Zhaojiang chuckled, “its resources are quite abundant, and with few people on the island, it can be self-sufficient without any problem.”

“There’s a hunting ground behind that grove of trees,” he pointed out to her. “There’s also a horse training ground nearby. I used to ride horses here a lot when I was a kid. Although the Lin family manor also has a horse farm, riding in these two places feels completely different. I’ll take you to experience it tomorrow!”

Song Wan watched him with a smile. She didn't know when it had started, but Lin Zhaojiang had become unusually talkative, a complete change from the cold, silent man he used to be. In her presence, he was no longer a steady, mature man, but a cheerful, talkative young man, the same age as her, even a little more childish…

"Oh, right, there's also..."

"Zhaojiang." Song Wan felt sleepy, put the empty wine glass on the ground, and said softly with a smile, "I'm sleepy, let's talk tomorrow, okay? I want to sleep now, you should go back to your room too."

"Oh..." Lin Zhaojiang responded indifferently.

The two stood up from the ground, but in that instant, he suddenly lost his footing, as if he was about to fall, and leaned against Song Wan.

Song Wan was taken aback and quickly helped him up.

"I'm fine," Lin Zhaojiang smiled. "I'm just a little dizzy, so I want to sleep here for a while."

"Um?"

Before Song Wan could react, he skillfully slipped into the bedroom and lay down directly on the large bed.

"Zhaojiang?"

The naive Song Wan was still worried that he might have a health problem.

Are you feeling unwell anywhere?

"Hmm..." Lin Zhaojiang squinted, "Didn't I just say I was dizzy?"

"Drinking?" She frowned. "You only had half a glass, didn't you?"

He has a good alcohol tolerance; half a glass of red wine is not enough to cause this.

"Oh, yes," Lin Zhaojiang continued, feigning nonchalance. "I'm getting old and can't hold my liquor."

Song Wan was taken aback, worried that he might be feeling unwell. She went to the bathroom to wring out a hot towel and then asked him how to get to the kitchen, as she wanted to make a hangover soup.

Just as she was wiping his face with a hot towel, the man, like a hunting beast, suddenly grabbed her waist and pressed her onto the bed!

Song Wan was startled, then felt his intense heat emanating from his body, and met his possessive eyes...

Lin Zhaojiang whispered in her ear, his voice deep and magnetic, "I'll sleep here tonight."

"Don't……"

Before Song Wan could push him away, the man's delicate and persistent kisses landed on her.

She was momentarily lost in passion, intoxicated by his kiss, feeling dizzy and disoriented...

He called her name again and again, his large hand restlessly moving down to her waist. Song Wan desperately suppressed the small flame burning within her, using the last shred of reason to press against his firm chest.

"Zhaojiang, no..."

"Why?"

"This is my aunt's house!" Song Wan said earnestly. "You can't do this kind of thing in your elders' house..."

Lin Zhaojiang was slightly taken aback.

"Auntie arranged two rooms for us, doesn't that say something?" Song Wan gently poked him. "Be a good boy and go back to sleep! Behave yourself here. Auntie might have a bad impression of me because of what happened before, and I don't want to make things worse..."

Lin Zhaojiang smiled helplessly, reluctantly propped himself up, and rolled out of bed.

Song Wan is right. He was too impulsive just now and didn't think things through.

Fortunately, she is a woman who knows how to maintain appropriate boundaries.

After leaving Song Wan's room, Lin Zhaojiang didn't go back to his own room, but instead paced back and forth in the corridor. He couldn't sleep, so he went back to take a cold shower and then came back to the corridor.

He himself didn't know where he got such boundless energy, and just as he was sighing deeply, his aunt's loud voice suddenly came from behind him:

"What's going on? Why are you making a wish to the moon in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Lin Zhaojiang turned around and smiled sheepishly.

"Auntie, you weren't asleep either, were you?"

“I’m an old man, so I don’t sleep much anyway, but you…” Zhu Jingwei looked him up and down.

As someone with experience, she could tell at a glance that Lin Zhaojiang looked like he had failed.

Zhu Jingwei smiled and asked, "What's going on?"

Lin Zhaojiang didn't hide anything from her and told her everything that had just happened in Song Wan's room.

Zhu Jingwei was somewhat surprised. In fact, she had deliberately arranged for Song Wan and Lin Zhaojiang to share a room. She wanted to test whether Song Wan was the kind of woman who needed to be with a man all the time.

Even if they were married, let alone not being married yet, they would still have to behave themselves under the watchful eyes of their elders.

However, unexpectedly...

"Miss Song, did she really say that?"

Lin Zhaojiang pouted and sighed heavily. He was so wronged. He thought that coming to the island, surrounded by the beautiful scenery of blooming flowers, would allow him to spend a wonderful night with his little woman.

But they still wouldn't let me touch it!

A smile slowly appeared on Zhu Jingwei's lips.

"Miss Song is truly a person who knows proper manners," she said softly. "It's quite remarkable that she can do this at such a young age."

"Heh, Auntie," Lin Zhaojiang said deliberately, "your nephew was kicked out, and you still support him?"

"Good riddance!" Zhu Jingwei slapped him on the shoulder. "I should have kicked you out!"

Lin Zhaojiang smiled, then suddenly noticed what Zhu Jingwei was holding.

"This is?"

"The invitation came from the He family," Zhu Jingwei replied. "By the way, speaking of the He family... you'd better keep a close eye on your wife and make sure she doesn't have too much contact with He Cangwu! I'm afraid that old fox will try something with her!"

"Auntie, aren't you overthinking it?"

"I'm doing this for your sake!" Zhu Jingwei patted him again.

Lin Zhaojiang quickly agreed, then changed the subject, "This calligraphy..."

"Oh, it was written by Miss Song." Zhu Jingwei coughed twice to cover her embarrassment.

She thought Song Wan's calligraphy was good, but she was unwilling to admit it. Her original intention was to take the calligraphy back to her room and keep it, but the words that came out were: "Don't misunderstand, I don't like this calligraphy! So... I took it and threw it away!"

Lin Zhaojiang couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Auntie, since when have you had to do things like throwing things away yourself?"