Chapter 32◇

◎Want to suck it◎

Chunyu Zhu was speechless for a moment, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, and he had some difficulty breathing. "I'm sorry, Jingchuan, that's not what I meant."

“I know that people outside look down on me. I didn’t care before, but now I want to care.”

"Is it because of the Crown Princess?"

After a long silence, Duan Jingchuan's voice finally came through, "I don't want her to be ridiculed again when she goes out."

Chunyu Zhu disagreed with this view, "Jingchuan, don't be impulsive. Those girls and the Crown Princess don't get along because they are not on the same side. From what I know of the Crown Princess, she will never be on the same side as them."

Duan Jingchuan said calmly, "At least it allows her to be herself."

Chunyu Zhu did not understand Duan Jingchuan's last sentence, but Duan Jingchuan did not explain it to him.

Chunyu Zhu also noticed Duan Jingchuan's change. He brought his sister to Jinghua Courtyard, intending to let her meet the Crown Princess privately, but Duan Jingchuan was able to let her in directly.

Of all the noble ladies in the capital, his sister was probably the first one that Duan Jingchuan would take the initiative to meet. These were all changes that the Crown Princess had made at his request.

Thinking of this, Chunyu Zhu felt somewhat relieved, at least it was a sign that his condition was improving.

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Feng Ran welcomed her second husband, whom the socially anxious girl had arranged for her to meet.

This time, the gentleman was not a nanny, but an old scholar with a goatee and graying temples, who looked extremely learned.

The moment Feng Ran saw him, she was reminded of her husband's room full of books, which made her dizzy.

Duan Jingchuan's thin lips curved into a beautiful arc beneath his straight nose, and his bright, gentle, and smiling eyes made Feng Ran's heart tremble, but she still didn't forget to complain about having to learn the rules.

"Husband, I still need to learn etiquette!" Life is so wonderful, why does she have to learn etiquette every day? It's so hard to be a person.

During this time, Feng Ran would act cute and charming all day long in order to get a little treat. Everyone in Jinghua Courtyard, young and old, developed some resistance and specifically fought against the Crown Princess's coquettish tactics.

Duan Jingchuan chuckled and coaxed, "This time, we won't learn the rules."

“You’ve already invited your old man, and you still say you won’t learn the rules.” Feng Ran didn’t believe a word of it.

Duan Jingchuan carefully considered the words, "This time I'll teach you idioms." Feng Ran's ability to understand idioms is too unbelievable. It's fine when she's at the Marquis's residence, but it's not so convenient when she goes out.

Feng Ran felt wronged. "Do you also think I'm uncultured and that I'm embarrassing you? Then just don't let me leave Jinghua Academy. If I don't leave, I won't be embarrassing anymore. I don't want to learn."

Duan Jingchuan coaxed patiently, "I don't expect you to be a great student. As long as you attend all five days of classes obediently, I'll give you whatever you want to eat, drink, or play, okay?"

Feng Ran's eyes lit up. "Can I have a taste?"

"Inhale?" Duan Jingchuan was very puzzled. What kind of novel understanding was this?

Feng Ran said shyly, "I want to inhale your scent; you smell so good."

Suddenly, Duan Jingchuan's eyes flashed back to the daily interactions between Feng Ran and Chunyu Lan. Feng Ran would often cling to Chunyu Lan, sniffing his neck, which he often found displeasing. Now, was it his turn?

Thinking back to that day when Feng Ran was drunk, she was also crawling all over him. Now that I think about it, she was actually smelling his scent. It must be what Madam meant by "inhaling".

His face flushed slightly, and his ears were burning hot. Duan Jingchuan nodded blankly, his voice barely audible, "You can suck it whenever you want."

Feng Ran's ears are incredibly sharp; she can hear even a voice ten times softer. Her eyes lit up immediately, and she asked expectantly, "Really?"

Duan Jingchuan was too embarrassed to say anything more, so he could only nod.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ran immediately clung to him, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her face buried in his neck, and even her legs wrapped around his waist.

Duan Jingchuan instinctively grabbed Feng Ran's buttocks, then abruptly let go as if he had touched a hot potato. Afraid that Feng Ran would fall, he changed direction and wrapped his arms around her waist.

With a soft, warm body in his arms, yet the other party remained oblivious and unaware, Duan Jingchuan didn't know whether to be happy that Feng Ran was unguarded towards him, or to regret her slowness.

Xiuer and Xiong Qi, who were watching the commotion from a distance, whispered to each other, "The Crown Princess is getting more and more enthusiastic. When will the Crown Prince move into the main house?"

Xiong Qi agreed wholeheartedly, "I think Jinghua Courtyard will soon have a young master, and it's only a matter of time before these two move in together."

Feng Ran was quite restless, not only sniffing around Duan Jingchuan's neck, but also stroking Duan Jingchuan's back from time to time.

Duan Jingchuan felt a surge of evil fire rushing to his lower abdomen, and his neck was getting redder and hotter.

"Husband, why are you blushing?" Feng Ran finally raised her head and looked at Duan Jingchuan's blushing face.

Duan Jingchuan's face flushed even more at this question.

Feng Ran suddenly remembered something and cleverly jumped down, quickly apologizing, "Husband, I'm sorry, I forgot you weren't strong enough. Am I too heavy? Come, come, let's go to the bed to suck up."

He dragged the somewhat stiff Duan Jingchuan straight toward the daybed.

Duan Jingchuan was at a loss, not even knowing how his legs moved. In the blink of an eye, he was pressed down on the couch and sat there stiffly.

Feng Ran leaned against him, then pounced on him.

Having gone through this ordeal, Duan Jingchuan's anger subsided somewhat. When Feng Ran lunged at him again, he resisted the urge to push her away, asking with an ambiguous tone, "Do you want to lunge at just anyone like this?"

Feng Ran's actions and expression while holding Duan Jingchuan were far too open. She nestled against him, yet showed no trace of girlish shyness or romantic thoughts. It was as if she simply wanted to smell his scent. This realization saddened Duan Jingchuan, leaving him with a heavy feeling in his heart.

Feng Ran nestled against Duan Jingchuan's neck and mumbled, "How could that be? My husband tastes the best."