Xia Chao brought gifts to thank the man who had saved his daughter, but to his surprise, the young master who had recently moved to Tong County refused to accept his gifts. The man simply said, "If Master Xia is truly grateful to me, then Miss Xia should repay him with her body, would that be alright?"

Xia Chao was completely taken aback. He never expected that such a refined and polite young man would say such a bold thing. Even Xia Chao, who was used to seeing all kinds of storms, had to remain silent for a moment before replying, "Young master, my daughter is already engaged."

"That's a real shame." Zhou Xing teased the bird in the cage, not even looking at Xia Chao, seemingly giving up on his unreasonable request.

The next day, a piece of gossip spread throughout Tong County: the county magistrate's daughter, Chen Hongdou, the only female constable, had drunk too much at a tavern while investigating a case with coroner Yang Jie, and inevitably engaged in promiscuous behavior while drunk. Magistrate Chen was furious and busy suppressing the rumors, but a month later, news spread from the clinic that Chen Hongdou was pregnant, and there was no use in hiding it anymore.

Yang Jie was quite self-aware. He personally went to the Xia residence and said he was sorry to Miss Xia and wanted to break off the engagement. Things had come to this point, and someone had even died. Xia Chao could only coldly agree to break off the engagement. After that, he discovered that his daughter was going to the neighbor's estate every day. The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became. He felt that not only Chen Hongdou and Yang Jie, but he himself had also been tricked.

He was somewhat depressed.

His charming wife, Wang Ci, didn't comfort him. She just gave him a cold glance and went to prepare a dowry for her daughter. So what use was Xia Chao's business acumen? In her eyes, he was just a fool.

"The fifteenth of this month is an auspicious day." Zhou Xing handed the imperial edict to the girl sitting on his lap, finding her obediently leaning against him incredibly adorable. He couldn't resist lifting her chin and planting a kiss on her lips.

Feng Guang opened her mouth and willingly welcomed his kiss, which made her blush. The kiss ended only when the air in her mouth was once again completely taken away. She gasped and said, "Isn't this month... a bit too fast?"

"No rush, there are still ten days left." He kissed her lips gently, feeling that every part of her body had a magic that made him linger, but unfortunately, he could not touch any other part of her body before they were married.

What if my dad doesn't agree?

He asked a very good question: "In the Xia family, who has the final say, Mr. Xia or Mrs. Xia?"

"Of course it's my mother..." Despite her father's domineering nature and the fact that her parents didn't get along, in reality, her father couldn't control what her mother decided. Feng Guang's eyes lit up, "You convinced my mother?"

“It’s because Madam Xia is understanding; she believes I can give Fengguang happiness.” Zhou Xing lifted a strand of Fengguang’s long hair from her chest, her thin lips curving into a slight smile. Beneath this gentle exterior lay a wicked glint.

Wang Ci had once spoken with him. Unlike the Xia Dynasty, Wang Ci easily saw through Feng Guang's feelings for him, and naturally, she could also see his feelings for Feng Guang. Wang Ci couldn't see through this young man, but she knew one thing: this man was far better than that Yang Jie.

Along with this, she also worried that Fengguang might not be able to handle this man.

What did Zhou Xing say at that time?

He smiled gently, "Does Madam Xia think I would give up my spotlight to another man?"

As his gentle voice rang out, the teacup in his hand turned to dust and vanished into the air.