Chapter 369 You Are Such a Nice Person

"Did you go to court today?"

Yu Qinghuan was surprised and grabbed the round collar of Cheng Gongjin's official robe with one hand and asked him.

Cheng Gongjin nodded in response, "Well, I'm fine now. I have many things to do at court and can't delay any longer."

Although he ignored state affairs on the surface this year, many things were still controlled by him secretly.

Yu Qinghuan frowned, "Are you feeling better now? Why don't you rest for a while?"

Cheng Gongjin lowered his eyes to look at her fingers clutching his collar. He raised his hand to cover the back of her hand and said slowly in a light voice, "It's all healed now."

Yu Qinghuan didn't say anything. The carriage was moving slowly and it was a bit bumpy when passing through the gravel road. She simply leaned in Cheng Gongjin's arms, her face against his neck, thinking: I can go to the palace for four days every month to enjoy the good life, and I can also buy back Cheng Gongjin's life.

Made a profit.

Cheng Gongjin raised his thin lips in an imperceptible arc, and put his broad hands around her shoulders. "If you don't return to the court, how can I support you if something goes wrong with your restaurant in the future?"

Yu Qinghuan only then realized that his words made some sense. She looked up at him and couldn't help but reach out and pat his stern face. "Master Cheng, you have to attract more distinguished customers to my restaurant. You don't know that my restaurant's business has plummeted recently and I can hardly afford to open it."

Listening to her exaggerated words, Cheng Gongjin knew in his heart that Fuyan Tower's business was very good recently, even surpassing Xifeng Tower, but Yu Qinghuan liked to say so, so he indulged her.

"Okay, I'll get you more customers tomorrow."

Yu Qinghuan immediately smiled, "Master Cheng, you are such a kind person."

She was so happy that she put her arms around Cheng Gongjin's neck and hugged him tightly, pressing her whole body against him. She didn't even notice that the makeup on her face had rubbed off on the patch of his official uniform.

Cheng Gongjin smiled and hugged her tightly, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

Yu Qinghuan was about to say no, but suddenly remembered the invitation from the Zheng Mansion and nodded, "Arong invited me to her house for a chat."

Thinking that Zheng Qingrong was going to get married on the eighth day of the first lunar month, she felt a little emotional.

I just hope that this time, Arong doesn’t marry the wrong person.

Hearing that Yu Qinghuan was going to the Zheng residence, Cheng Gongjin's grip on her lower back tightened a bit, and his voice became a little lighter, "Just to see Zheng Qingrong?"

Meeting Cheng Gongjin's deep gaze, Yu Qinghuan felt a little guilty. Just as she was about to look away, he pinched her chin and turned her back, forcing her to continue looking at him.

Yu Qinghuan pouted, "I'm going to see Arong, but I might also meet other people...it's inevitable."

"Cheng Gongjin, you actually look really good in this outfit. Will you always wear this when you come to pick me up from now on?"

She thought to herself: Could it be that Cheng Gongjin already knows about her and Zheng Qibai?

It's quite obscure...it shouldn't be discovered.

However, who is Cheng Gongjin? No one can really hide anything from him.

Seeing Yu Qinghuan looking around and talking about other things, Cheng Gongjin's eyes deepened a little, but he didn't ask any further questions.

He thought that Yu Qinghuan was surrounded by thoughtful and older people, so it was inevitable that she would be curious about younger people. But when the novelty wore off, there would be nothing special about them.

"Okay, I'll wear this from now on."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, casting a shadow over Yu Qinghuan's face.

Before Yu Qinghuan could react, she felt his breath approaching her with a faint scent of pine ink, and his slightly cool lips pressed down on her first.

Cheng Gongjin's kiss is just like him, cautious in every step.

He started with a light touch, and when Yu Qinghuan was addicted, he took the opportunity to grab the back of her neck and increase the strength.

When he sensed Yu Qinghuan's protest, he groaned and tightened his grip on her, digging his calloused fingers into her loose bun...

The jade-inlaid hairpin fell with a clang on the wooden board, but the sound was drowned out by the bumpy sound of the carriage rolling over the gravel road.

After a while, the carriage drove into the Yu Mansion. Just as Yu Qinghuan lifted the curtain and bent down to walk out, Cheng Gongjin behind her hugged her waist and lifted her up horizontally.

Feeling weightless, Yu Qinghuan immediately hugged his neck tightly, her snow-white arms clasping his shoulders. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she whispered, "I can walk by myself..."

Cheng Gongjin stepped steadily onto the stool and got off the carriage, holding Yu Qinghuan and walking slowly towards the backyard.

Hearing Yu Qinghuan's words, he simply replied, "I want to hug you."

The sound was quite loud, and Xiaoying, Daying and Sangru beside them all heard it.

Sang Ru couldn't help but sigh that the girl did have some abilities, and now even Lord Cheng was becoming more and more clingy.

Yu Qinghuan silently lowered her head and buried it in Cheng Gongjin's neck, thinking: This old man is quite good at talking.

...

That night, after Yu Qinghuan took a bath and changed into pajamas, she just sat down and picked up the wooden comb when Cheng Gongjin, who approached silently from behind, reached out and took it.

She looked through the bronze mirror and saw Cheng Gongjin's calm face in the dim candlelight, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Cheng Gongjin was seen gently fiddling with her hair with his fingertips, while holding a comb in his other hand, he was gently combing her long hair.

"Did you go to the General's Mansion today?"

He asked in a low voice, his fingertips accidentally brushing against her earlobe, causing Yu Qinghuan to tremble slightly.

Yu Qinghuan responded, "Well, I heard he was sick, so I went to see him."

Cheng Gongjin paused, then continued to fix her hair as if nothing had happened. "Did you see someone? Is it serious?"

Yu Qinghuan was silent for a moment, "I'm just pretending."

The man was full of energy and was even thinking about that matter. He didn't look sick at all.

Yu Qinghuan's fingertips unconsciously rubbed the dark patterns on his sleeves. "How did you know I went to the General's Mansion?"

When she left the house today, she deliberately took a detour, got off the carriage at another place, and walked for a while, just to avoid the spies around her. She never thought that Cheng Gongjin still knew about it.

However, she didn't intend to avoid Cheng Gongjin.

I'm just curious, how many people did Cheng Gongjin arrange around him...

Thinking of this, Yu Qinghuan raised her eyes and met Cheng Gongjin's gaze in the bronze mirror, with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

Cheng Gongjin didn't answer, but leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Are you unhappy?"

A warm breath brushed past her ears, causing the tips of Yu Qinghuan's ears to turn slightly red. She pretended to be calm and turned her face away, shaking her head, "No."

Cheng Gongjin noticed her reaction, pursed his lips, chuckled softly, and gently scraped his knuckles across the side of her neck, "I'm just worried about you."

I know she was trying to avoid those spies, but being alone, it was bound to be dangerous.

What's more, she is involved in many things now. Just because she is Xiao Jinghe's sweetheart, many people in the capital regard her as a thorn in their eyes.

Over the past year, the people he arranged have blocked many dark sword and poisonous plots.

But Yu Qinghuan didn’t know this and thought that the capital was very peaceful.

Yu Qinghuan shrank her neck because of the warmth from Cheng Gongjin's fingertips.

Cheng Gongjin placed the wooden comb on the dressing table, ran his bony fingers through her hair, and leaned over to kiss her hair. "It's late, let's not talk about this anymore."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pinched Yu Qinghuan's waist and lifted her up, startling Yu Qinghuan so much that she stepped on his foot barefoot.

As the snow-white pajamas tangled together, the rustling sound of fabric echoed in the room, mixed with whispers.