The two of them kept going on and on from afternoon until late at night.

Shen Mianmian was held tightly in the man's arms. "Are you hungry? Shall I have someone prepare dinner?"

Chenmian leaned wearily on the man's shoulder, listening to his clear and energetic voice, "Aren't you tired?"

"I'm not tired, how about you?"

"..." Shen Mianmian's lips twitched. "I'm a normal person, of course I get tired! Let me go, let me lie flat for a while, straighten my back..."

Shen Mianmian thinks that the stories in novels where women are held by men and sleep sweetly all night are all lies! Being held by someone is never as comfortable as lying down on your own.

The man reluctantly let go of her, saying, "I'm a normal person too."

Shen Mianmian sneered, "You're normal? What normal person grows taller at twenty? Five centimeters in four months, and you just decide to aim for the top three spots?"

Bai Qingzhou muttered a rebuttal under her breath, "Nineteen years old, not even twenty yet. How much is five centimeters? We can't tell yet whether she'll be a top scholar, the results haven't been released."

Chen Mianmian raised an eyebrow, "You've learned to talk back?"

Bai Qingzhou lowered her eyes, a secret smile playing on her lips. "No, I wouldn't dare! I won't do it again!"

Chen Mianmian reached out and patted the "dog's head," "Good boy."

As she stroked the man's still soft hair, she observed him in the dim light and finally discovered the reason why Fengchu had become so beautiful—he used to look too much like his wife, with feminine features, fair and delicate, very good-looking, but not stunning.

But this time, whether it was a second development or something else, his facial bones had gained some strength. Although this strength was still weaker than that of other normal men, his brow bone and nose bone were higher, and his eye sockets were deeper.

His eyes were originally jet black, like he was wearing colored contact lenses. His facial features were flat, like a little boy's, but now they are clearly defined, and his bright eyes and brows are so captivating that it's impossible to look away.

It can be said that Fengchu's face is the perfect combination of the best features of Marquis Anning and his wife.

Bai Qingzhou pinched her cheek worriedly, "Is it... too much of a change? When I first returned to the Marquis's residence, the servants all said I've changed a lot, but I can't see any changes myself."

Chen Mianmian asked in confusion, "Can't you tell the difference between beauty and ugliness?"

Bai Qingzhou naturally knew that his appearance had improved, but he felt that a grown man should not be complacent because of his looks, so he deliberately ignored it. "Maybe it's because I see beauties like Mianmian every day that I've become numb to beauty and can't distinguish between beauty and ugliness anymore? Don't blame me, blame yourself for being too beautiful."

"..." Sleepless.

If these words had come from someone else, Shen Mianmian would have found them cheesy, but coming from Feng Chu, she felt only shyness and didn't find them cheesy at all.

Perhaps this is what they mean by "beauty is justice"—it seems like no matter what Fengchu says, she doesn't find it offensive.

Bai Qingzhou turned over, lay on her side, and propped her head up with one hand. "And you? Have you missed me these days?"

"..." Shen Mianmian—she took back what she just said. What do you mean by "beauty is justice"? Greasy is greasy!

She cursed inwardly, but a blush crept onto her face. "Guess?"

"I guess that's what he's been thinking about."

"Guess again?"

"..." The smile on the person's face stopped. "I'm not going to guess anymore. Guessing too many times makes it less valuable. Guessing once is enough."

Seeing that someone's momentum had been dampened, Chen Mianmian was quite pleased. "When is the next exam?"

The smile on someone's face lessened. "Why are you bringing up exams again? Do you really like exams that much?"

A person from a province known for its intense college entrance examination competition smiled without saying a word.

Bai Qingzhou pulled the woman close again and hugged her, saying, "I have to go out tomorrow and won't be able to come with you."

"Oh? Where to?"

“There was a very important gathering of literati, mostly attended by those of the literati class. Logically, I wouldn’t have been invited, but Mr. Ouyang wanted to take me, saying that I could meet many literary giants. I didn’t want to go, but he insisted that I go, saying there was a surprise for me.”

"A surprise?" Shen Mianmian looked at him in confusion.

Bai Qingzhou sighed helplessly, "I don't know what the surprise is. I asked the master, but he wouldn't tell me. He only said I'd find out when I went to see it tomorrow. It's probably just bait to lure me there."

"Then let's go take a look."

How could the slumbering slumber know? The gears of fate have only just begun to turn!