"How could that be! Yu-ge'er dances so beautifully, how could my wife not be interested in him!"
Looking at Ji Qingyu, who was sobbing with a pout, Su Qinghe felt both angry and amused.
"Your brother's scar was so big back then and it was healed, so yours will be fine too. Alright, alright, stop crying!"
After instructing Zhang Fu to fetch the medicine, Su Qinghe pressed the man's head into her arms and rubbed it, even placing a handkerchief underneath to prevent his snot and tears from getting on her.
"Uh...really...?"
Ji Qingyu finally calmed down, looked up at Su Qinghe with wet eyes, her eyes all pink.
He had been crying so hard that he couldn't stop for a moment, and the effects were still lingering. He buried his face in Su Qinghe's arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
Ji Qingyu's disheveled appearance was unbearable to look at, so Ji Yuan took out his handkerchief and wiped his face.
"It's just a minor cut, it'll heal in two days and won't leave a scar."
He offered a helpless word of comfort, and once Ji Qingyu's face was almost clean, he tossed the handkerchief aside with some disgust and turned to look at Ling Feng, who still had a cold expression on his face.
"My lady, you and Ling Langjun..." He cast a questioning glance at Su Qinghe.
"From now on, he will live in the mansion, and you will all be treated the same way."
Su Qinghe said something indifferently, without explaining further, and then gave Ling Feng a warning look.
Seeing this, the men stopped asking questions and just went along with whatever Su Qinghe said.
Ji Qingyu nodded in agreement and held onto Su Qinghe's arm tightly as they sat down together.
The group sat down again, with the four men sitting close to Su Qinghe, while Ling Feng sat down opposite her.
Two conspicuous gaps appeared on the originally evenly distributed round table.
Looking at Ling Feng, who seemed isolated, and then at his unconscious servant, Ji Qingyu raised her chin triumphantly.
But as soon as she met Ling Feng's eyes, she shrank back in fright by the coldness in his eyes.
Ji Qingyu bit her lip, feeling that her actions just now were too embarrassing.
"We can't be intimidated by someone who came later, or he'll be riding all over us in the future!"
Firmly convinced of this principle, Ji Qingyu tightened her grip on Su Qinghe's arm, her confidence returning. She straightened up and glared back at Ling Feng.
Noticing the man's subtle actions beside her, Su Qinghe helplessly leaned close to his ear and warned him.
"Looks like you didn't learn your lesson earlier. You still dare to provoke him. Be careful, he might get back at you when I'm not around."
"He wouldn't dare!"
Ji Qingyu muttered something and quickly looked away, only to be pinched on the waist by Su Qinghe.
"You never hold your tongue! Let go, how am I supposed to eat if you keep this up!"
As she spoke, Su Qinghe forcefully pulled her right arm.
Ji Qingyu immediately revealed a mournful look in her eyes.
"My lady, I'm scared~"
Su Qinghe chuckled lightly, but did not intend to comply with his wishes.
Seeing that her coquettishness was useless, Ji Qingyu reluctantly let go and instead grabbed the hem of her clothes.
Seeing his pitiful look, Su Qinghe chuckled and picked up a piece of pork rib, placing it in his bowl.
"Eat quickly, the food is getting cold."
After speaking, Su Qinghe fairly served food to the others as well, except for Ling Feng.
Qin Ange happily gnawed on the large bone that Su Qinghe had placed on his plate, but when he turned his head to the side, he noticed that Ji Qingyu still looked listless.
He immediately let go of her mouth and leaned close to Ji Qingyu's ear to whisper something.
“Brother Qingyu, if you’re scared, you can grab my arm. I’m very strong, just like the mistress! He wouldn’t dare to bully you.”
As he spoke, he pried Ji Qingyu's hand off and grabbed it onto his arm, using his arm to make Ji Qingyu feel the firm muscles there.
Ji Qingyu blushed and quickly shook off his hand.
"Who wants to touch you!"
"My wife's arms are nothing like yours!"
He pushed her hard in embarrassment and anger, but found that Qin Ange did not budge.
"Hey! I'll come over and gnaw on your flesh! I'm not scared anymore!"
Feeling his increasing force, Qin Ange, confused, leaned back.
"Mine is clearly even stronger than my wife's!"
Muttering something to himself, Qin Ange touched himself and continued eating.
The atmosphere at the table suddenly became somewhat strange.
"My lady, Lord Ling seems to be feeling unwell..."
Seeing Ling Feng's constantly furrowed brows, Lin Xi hesitated for a long time before whispering a reminder to Su Qinghe.
Although the wife seemed indifferent to him from the moment he entered until he picked up some food, and did not explain his background to them, if he really was the wife's husband, he, as the rightful husband, should still show some concern.
Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe looked up at Ling Feng.
"Ignore him."
Lin Xi was taken aback and helplessly tugged at Ji Yuan's sleeve.
"Whatever my wife says, Xiao Xi, eat your vegetables."
Ji Yuan gave him a reassuring look, smiled and put a piece of bamboo shoot on his plate, then continued eating his own meal.
After Su Qinghe spoke, no one at the table paid any attention to Ling Feng, except for Ji Qingyu who occasionally glanced at him.
Seeing his pale face and sometimes his pained expression, I felt a pang of unease.
His insults were indeed a bit excessive... but who told him to act so superior...
Ji Qingyu awkwardly poked at the white rice in the bowl, poking small holes into the originally smooth rice ball.
Ling Feng frowned, picked up a slice of lotus root, took a small bite, and then put it back in the bowl in frustration.
His stomach churned violently, and he forced himself to swallow what was in his mouth, suppressing the urge to vomit. This single action caused fine beads of sweat to appear on his forehead, as if all his strength had been exhausted.
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