"What a coincidence." Jun Lin Zhe Xian's face was the same as usual with a faint smile, but Bei Yan could smell danger in that smile.

Sure enough, the next second, Bei Yan was pinched up by Jun Lin like a little chick.

"Brother Shangguan, we're leaving now." Jun Lin greeted Shangguan Shu and Shangguan Mu.

Shangguan Shu and Shangguan Mu nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes!"

They had wanted to take their junior sister away for a long time, but they couldn't beat her. They were forced to stay here and had no choice but to submit to the tyranny of Bei Yan.

Bei Yan glared at the two men, her eyes accusing them: You two just sold me out like that?!

The two brothers had the same expression on their faces, as if to say: "Junior Sister, take care!"

On the way back, Bei Yan was still being twisted by Jun Lin, looking utterly hopeless.

"Hey, can you change your position? It's really uncomfortable for me to be twisted like this, brother," Bei Yan said, dissatisfied.

Jun Lin remained unmoved, as if he hadn't heard a thing, and continued to twist Bei Yan's collar.

Bei Yan pouted. "No way, he's really angry?"

Only after returning to Bei Yan's courtyard was Bei Yan finally put down, looking at Jun Lin's dark face.

Bei Yan swallowed hard; it was truly the first time she had ever seen Jun Lin angry.

She reached out and tugged at Junlin's sleeve, asking cautiously, "Junlin? Are you angry?"

Jun Lin remained silent and sat quietly without looking at Bei Yan.

Beiyan "..."

Why have I suddenly become such a coward?

She tugged at Junlin's sleeve and shook it, speaking in a soft, coquettish tone:

"Junlin, Junlin, I know I was wrong, please don't be angry anymore, I will never do it again."

Jun Lin's dark expression softened slightly, and Bei Yan, seeing this, was overjoyed and quickly pressed on.

"Junlin, Junlin, my husband~ are you not angry anymore?"

Junlin's dark expression finally crumbled, and the smile in his eyes and brows betrayed his true feelings.

"What did you just call me, hmm?"

"Husband?" Bei Yan answered subconsciously.

"Good boy, say it again." The deep, magnetic voice carried a coaxing tone.

To appease someone, Bei Yan obediently called out again, "Husband."

"Good boy." The big bad wolf was satisfied.

"Childish brat," Bei Yan muttered under his breath.

"What did you say, Madam?"

"Nothing, nothing, just going to sleep."

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and the wedding date arrived as scheduled.

On the day of the wedding.

Guests arrived in a steady stream in front of the Duke of Jin's mansion, making the entire place bustling with activity.

The Bei family members were all in the front hall receiving guests. Bei Yan, dressed in her wedding gown, sat on the dressing table, looking at her reflection in the dressing mirror.

Her already exquisite face had beautiful eyebrows and eyes meticulously drawn, and her lips, tinged with rouge, were luscious and alluring.

The silver phoenix mark on her forehead seemed to come alive, adding a unique, otherworldly beauty to Bei Yan.

Lin Wan watched this scene tenderly and picked up the white jade comb from the dressing table.

"One comb to the head, two combs to the tail, three combs to the white hair and eyebrows."

With each word, a phoenix crown and hairstyle took shape, and Lin Wan placed the phoenix crown on Bei Yan's head.

The phoenix crown swayed, echoing the wedding robes on Bei Yan's body; a beauty of unparalleled grace and elegance!

"My Yan'er looks so beautiful today," Lin Wan said with a smile, her pride evident in her words.

Bei Yan pouted, turned around, grabbed Lin Wan's hand, and said defiantly, "Mother, Yan'er has always been beautiful."

System Lingling: Holy crap, shameless!

Lin Wan chuckled, "Yes, yes, our Yan'er has always been a beauty."