The two had done many intimate things, and Yinzhen even specially asked Su Peisheng to collect a lot of fire-avoidance diagrams to study. He knew quite a few tricks.

Logically, he shouldn't have acted this way, but Tong Cheng'er had never done so to him in public before.

Yinzhen was both surprised and delighted, but after the initial excitement, he began to feel disappointed.

He suddenly remembered why the young mistress had taken the initiative to kiss him—it was because of that male vixen, Mo Chenyu.

Thinking about it this way, Yinzhen couldn't help but feel aggrieved.

A smirk played on his lips: "Does Mo Chenyu's work at the manor make you this happy?"

Tong Cheng'er knew he was throwing a tantrum again when she heard this. She patted his head and said gently, "Be good. In my heart, Mo Chenyu will never be as good as you. He's just here to help out. Don't be jealous."

Yinzhen, his little scheme exposed, was not annoyed and immediately admitted it: "Since you know, why do you still act like you care about him so much? You're sincere, aren't you?"

She really wasn't being sincere. This petty person is really acting like a little princess, with such a bad temper.

Tong Cheng'er patiently coaxed him for a long time and made many promises before Yinzhen finally showed a smile.

Su Peisheng, Rulan, Ruxue, and numerous maids, servants, and eunuchs stood to the side: ...

Although they were somewhat speechless, these things were no longer surprising to them; they had probably gotten used to it.

They were surprised the first time, surprised the second time, and so many times that they were no longer surprised.

They had resigned themselves to the fact that their master was a completely different person in front of his wife.