Hey!

Zhao Cheng was startled.

Did I really guess right?

Why did Chen Feier choose to follow me instead of Li Guanyu and Xu An?

This damn charm!

Zhao Cheng's vanity was greatly satisfied, but on the surface he pretended to be unyielding and frowned, saying, "I, Zhao Cheng, am the notorious leader of the Four Young Masters of Yanchuan. When it comes to being a womanizer, neither of them can compare to me! So you see, I'm not a good person either, so why do you choose to serve me?"

"Young Prime Minister is indeed a notorious playboy, but he is arrogant but not domineering, and charming but not lewd. He has the face of a villain, but in reality, he has an upright and kind side. If I had to choose among the three of you, I would of course choose you."

Arrogant, but not domineering!

Be charming, but not vulgar!

Listen to this!

Listen to the voice of the people!

Zhao Cheng suppressed his smugness and coughed lightly.

"Upright? Kind?" Zhao Cheng pointed at his own nose and laughed: "Me?"

Chen Feier said seriously, "I don't know why you want to tarnish your reputation, but I can see that your so-called 'spoiled brat' image is just a cover. You seem... to dislike letting others see your excellence?"

"How could you say something so shameless??"

Although he said that, Zhao Cheng felt a chill run down his spine.

This woman has a very good eye for people.

Chen Feier said calmly, "Young Prime Minister, you don't need to admit it. After all, it's bound to be uncomfortable to have your secrets exposed."

"There's no need to talk about me; we're talking about your business now."

Zhao Cheng raised his hand and held it in front of Chen Feier, but Chen Feier did not dodge.

Her hand slid across his cheek, the touch silky smooth, as if trying to suck Zhao Cheng in, trapping him in a gentle embrace from which he could not escape.

"You are very beautiful and easily arouse a man's protective instincts, but you can't just walk into my Right Prime Minister's residence. Since you know me, you should know that I have four maids and I don't need any more maids by my side."

"What about Cai'e? Wasn't the Wang Yufeng case caused by her?"

“I only said I didn’t need maids, not that I didn’t need women. Cai’e was the one I said I wanted to marry in public.”

"If a mere maid bought from a brokerage can make you act this way, do you think I, the daughter of a high-ranking official, am inferior to her?"

“You are no longer the eldest daughter of the Vice Minister’s family, and moreover…”

Zhao Cheng said, word by word, "You're not as pretty as Cai'e!"

Telling a woman who is confident in her appearance that she is not as good-looking as so-and-so is more painful than killing her.

Zhao Cheng's usual methods.

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

As expected, Chen Feier's expression darkened.

"Since the young prime minister does not agree, I will not force him. My mother and I cannot go with Li Guanyu, so farewell."

Zhao Cheng didn't say anything like, "You should think it over carefully and not die." Since he hadn't agreed to her request, it would be too pretentious to then try to persuade her.

Zhao Cheng never did, nor could he do, such a thing that was both official and symbolic.

"Do you have any last wishes?" Zhao Cheng only asked this one question.

Normally, Chen Feier's looks alone would have been enough to make Zhao Cheng's heart flutter. But this time, Chen Feier's special status and her ability to read people's minds made Zhao Cheng feel awkward.

He said Chen Feier wasn't as pretty as Yang Cai'e, but he wasn't entirely referring to her appearance. Having lived two lives, his previous life was in an era of rapid information technology development, and this life is in the wealthy Right Prime Minister's mansion, where he has seen countless beauties.

Physical appearance couldn't win Zhao Cheng's heart.

He just felt that Chen Feier wasn't as open and honest as Yang Cai'e. Although he knew that Yang Cai'e also had her own worries, he felt very comfortable around her.

“It is indeed a pity. Please come in with me, young prime minister.” Chen Feier walked into the inner room.

Zhao Cheng said, "Isn't that unnecessary?"

You're thinking the wrong thing.

"You've got the wrong idea too."

Zhao Cheng didn't move, and said, "I was thinking that Madam is also inside, so it's inconvenient."

As soon as Zhao Cheng finished speaking, Madam Chen came out from the inner room. She stopped getting angry at Zhao Cheng and simply said calmly, "It's convenient now."

Zhao Cheng: "..."

Chen Feier smiled bitterly and lifted the curtain for Zhao Cheng.

If he didn't go in now, he would be too unmanly. Zhao Cheng steeled himself and stepped inside, expecting to see traces of life left by the mother and daughter that would make people think all sorts of things, but he didn't expect it to be like entering another world.

There were no women's clothes lying around in the room, not even the scent of women. There was only paper, ink, paint, paintings, and the fragrance emanating from them.

The room was filled with paintings, much like the art studio Zhao Cheng had seen in his previous life.

Zhao Cheng walked toward one of the paintings.

In the center of the painting stands a man with outstretched arms, protecting the woman behind him like a mother hen guarding her chicks. In front of the man are armored warriors, who have drawn their swords, seemingly forcing the man to hand over the woman. In the upper left corner of the painting, there is a blurry black shadow. Others might not be able to make out what those vague outlines are, but Zhao Cheng knows.

Those were soldiers from the Right Chancellor's Office.

The painting was so lifelike that it instantly transported Zhao Cheng to the day the elegant manor was unveiled. All Zhao Cheng had to do was say, "Tell me, would I hand over my wife so easily?!"

Looking at his own expression on the drawing paper, Zhao Cheng finally understood why Chen Feier had such keen insight.

The room was filled with excellent paintings; she was actually a highly skilled painter!

What a talented woman!

"This is the love I've been longing for." Chen Feier stared at her painting, tears welling in her eyes.

Zhao Cheng confessed, "I misjudged you; I didn't expect you to be so capable."

"Young Prime Minister, you flatter me." Chen Feier reached out and stroked the painting paper as if she were gently caressing her own child. "It is a great pity that such a gem has been covered in dust. After my mother and I leave, please help me keep these works. If you happen to meet someone who understands painting, please ask them to appraise them."

Zhao Cheng did not immediately agree, but instead asked, "You weren't there when the manor was unveiled that day, how did you know so many details?"

“My dad said so.”

“Your father’s explanation is fair; I look like a hero in this painting.”

“Apart from his identity with Southern Weekly, he is a good person. He… is just on a different side.”

Chen Feier looked at Zhao Cheng and said in a pleading tone, "Young Prime Minister, can you do me this favor?"

Zhao Cheng was somewhat surprised. When it came to saving her own life, Chen Feier hadn't made such a pleading gesture, but now she was making even greater concessions for these paintings.

"It was nothing, just a small favor..."

"But what?"

Zhao Cheng hesitated to speak because a bold idea immediately popped into his mind after seeing these paintings.

This idea requires someone like Chen Feier to realize, thus opening up another avenue for making money.

"I've changed my mind."

Zhao Cheng didn't continue the topic of helping Chen Feier collect paintings. Instead, he put his hands behind his back, looked around the room, and said, "You may enter the Right Prime Minister's residence!"