On the day of the temple fair, Shen Tangning and Chi Yan greeted Chi's parents and then went out together.

Feng Zhiwen was already waiting at the door. Upon seeing them, he greeted them with a smile: "Cousin and Cousin-in-law."

Shen Tangning nodded slightly and, with Chi Yan's help, bent down to get into the carriage.

Since Feng Zhiwen didn't have a carriage, he thought he could squeeze in with the two of them. Chi Yan placed his hand across the carriage shaft, his eyes narrowing slightly in displeasure: "What are you doing?"

"Isn't this spacious enough? I was thinking we could squeeze in?" Feng Zhiwen craned his neck to look inside, forcing a sheepish smile.

Chi Yan lowered his eyelids and stared at him with a forced smile: "My wife and I are sitting together. Do you have the nerve to interfere? Do you think it's appropriate?"

Feng Zhiwen's lips moved, and he pointed blankly at himself: "Then what am I going to do?"

It's quite a distance from here!

Chi Yan gave him an idea, suggesting that Yuan Zhao move up a bit: "Here, you can squeeze in with him."

After saying that, he turned and climbed into the carriage without a trace of regret.

Feng Zhiwen: "..."

My cousin has indeed changed; he is no longer the loving older brother he used to be.

Seeing him standing there like an idiot, Yuan Zhao glanced at him impatiently and said, "What, you don't want to? Then run there yourself!"

That won't do!

With so many people, how can his plan proceed if they get separated?!

He couldn't help but complain, "Why is your temper so bad, you coachman?"

Yuan Zhao's face stiffened, and he glanced at him coldly: Tsk, coachman... I'll show you what a coachman can do in a moment!

Feng Zhiwen held his breath, groaned, and climbed up. He pinched his palm to comfort himself:

It's nothing, what's wrong outside? The air is fresh and the view is great!

The carriage had only been moving for a short while when it suddenly braked hard. Feng Zhiwen lost his balance and almost fell out of the carriage!

Yuan Zhao pulled him back, his face flushed and still shaken: "You..."

Yuan Zhao interrupted him expressionlessly: "Sorry, the road is a bit steep, and I'm not a very good driver."

"..."

He resorted to his old tricks again, and poor Feng Zhiwen suffered the same torment as before, finally losing his temper: "Are you doing this on purpose?"

Yuan Zhao blinked innocently: "Young Master, you've misunderstood me!"

Yuan Zhao only calmed down after Shen Tangning's voice came from inside the carriage.

Shen Tangning coughed lightly, looked at the person next to her, and lowered her voice: "Your cousin..."

Chi Yan understood immediately and pointed to his head: "Please be understanding, it doesn't work very well here."

She paused for a moment, then fell silent.

When they arrived at the street where the temple fair was being held, the carriages couldn't go any further, so they had to get off and walk.

Feng Zhiwen jumped off the carriage without waiting, rubbed his backside without making a sound, and glared at Yuan Zhao. With such an attitude and skills, he would have been fired long ago in his family!

Shen Tangning and Chi Yan walked ahead, completely unaware of what was happening behind them.

The temple fair is always lively, and this year is no exception, with temple operas, folk performances, and acrobatics all available.

The sounds of gongs and drums rose and fell as a lion dance troupe entered the street. Chi Yan pulled Shen Tangning to the side of the street.

Feng Zhiwen was short and struggled to weave through the crowd. He finally caught up with the two people, who were chatting and laughing while watching the commotion, completely ignoring him.