124 Night Visit

Feng Qingchen was stunned on the spot. The hand that was originally checking Wang Jinling's eyes slid down and placed on Wang Jinling's face, and he forgot to take it back for a moment.

From a distance, it looked like caressing a lover's face. The originally simple doctor-patient relationship between the two became somewhat ambiguous.

They were so close that they could smell each other's scent just by taking a breath, and the temperature around them seemed to have risen.

Wang Jinling looked straight at Feng Qingchen without blinking.

Feng Qingchen quickly withdrew her hand, avoided Wang Jinling's sight, and said with a dry laugh: "Jinling, you are joking. Qingchen will not be your concubine."

No matter what, the charm of handsome men is boundless.

It has nothing to do with love. If your heart doesn't beat faster when being proposed to by a man with a good family background, good looks and a good personality, that would be a lie.

"Qingchen, marry her as your wife and take her as your concubine." Wang Jinling knew that Feng Qingchen was a disguised rejection, but he still felt unwilling in his heart.

For the first time, he had the idea of ​​getting married, and he was willing to spend the rest of his life with Feng Qingchen.

"Jin Ling, you are the eldest son of the Wang family." Feng Qingchen had come back to his senses and said with a smile.

They are impossible.

Marriage in this era has nothing to do with love.

For aristocratic families, marriage is a responsibility. Their marriage is a union of two families, to serve the ancestral temple and to continue the family line.

The future mistress of the Wang family will not be a woman without any roots or foundation like Feng Qingchen.

"But I am also Wang Jinling." Wang Jinling himself did not have the confidence to say this.

If his eyes hadn't recovered, maybe he could still say he would marry Feng Qingchen, but now...

Impossible!

It turns out that you have to pay for what you get.

This is the price of regaining sight.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, hiding the loneliness.

Wang Jinling knew that there was no possibility for him and Feng Qingchen to be together in this life. Even if the Wang family was willing, based on Qingchen's personality, she would not marry into the Wang family with its strict rules.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and Feng Qingchen couldn't hold on to the smile on his face. He picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all in one gulp: "Jin Ling, your eyes have recovered well. They have been the same for the past few days. Use your eyes less and rest more. I will come to see you tomorrow."

After saying that, he put down the teacup and walked out.

Feng Qingchen thought he was magnanimous, but in fact he was just running away.

Wang Jinling laughed out loud, sweeping away his previous loneliness.

"Jin Ling, you are not kind." Feng Qingchen stopped at the door, turned around and glared at him.

This person...really.

His proposal of marriage may have nothing to do with lack of love.

She was thinking too much. Nowadays, there are not so many people who are tempted. She was narcissistic.

"I didn't expect that you, Qingchen, would be in such a mess." Wang Jinling smiled brightly, which was somewhat different from his usual gentle and elegant appearance.

"It's all because of you."

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. Qingchen, just pretend I never said anything. I don't want us to not even be friends." Wang Jinling said with emotion.

It was indeed impulsive to ask for marriage.

He hadn't been so impulsive in many years.

Feng Qingchen nodded vigorously: "We are more suitable to be friends, or a girl like me is not suitable to be married home."

"Marrying you is too stressful." Wang Jinling nodded in agreement, trying to resolve the awkwardness between them.

"It's more stressful to marry you, okay? Look at you, you're prettier than me, you've got a better temperament than me, you've got a better temper than me, not to mention your family background. I feel ashamed standing in front of you."

“Men should not be described as beautiful.” Before his eyesight recovered, Wang Jinling had no concept of beauty or ugliness.

"But what I said is the truth, you can't deny it. Wang Jia Yulang, you have a face as beautiful as a flower and a face as bright as the moon, and you are extremely graceful. When you officially appear in the social circle of the capital, you will surely attract the hearts of countless girls. Wang Jia Yulang must not be dazzled by you then." Feng Qingchen also smiled and joked.

Yulang is a compliment for men. Only men with outstanding looks and extraordinary talents can be called Yulang.

Wang Jinling deserves it.

"I'm so happy every time chatting with you. It turns out that we are suitable to be friends. However, I can't keep you for long. You don't look very well. Go to rest early. Don't let yourself get sick again after you cure me. This will ruin your reputation as Doctor Feng." Wang Jinling's concern was also very considerate.

They were talking about marriage one second and laughing the next. They were both so irrational that Wang Jinling's proposal was just a momentary impulse.

Feng Qingchen nodded, turned around and left without any reluctance.

Although Wang Jinling is a good person, he is not a good match for her.

When I returned to the house, there was steaming hot brown sugar water on the table, along with a large bag of red dates.

Feng Qingchen drank the brown sugar water, ate three dates, washed up and continued to sleep.

She is tired!

What happened in the palace, and Wang Jinling’s sudden proposal of marriage.

I cannot repay you for saving my life, so I will give you my life in return.

I never expected that one day it would happen to me.

Feng Qingchen smiled bitterly, with a lot on his mind, but forced himself to fall asleep.

Pah... A very subtle sound was heard outside the house.

Although Feng Qingchen was alert, she was at most slightly better than an ordinary woman when she slept. Compared with those so-called martial arts masters, there was a world of difference.

This sound was equivalent to nothing to Feng Qingchen.

Lan Jiuqing broke into Feng Mansion in the middle of the night. Without alerting anyone in the mansion, he pried open the window and climbed in.

The soft moonlight shone in through the window. Lan Jiuqing looked at Feng Qingchen lying on the bed in the dim light.

I don’t know if it’s because the night is too beautiful, or because Feng Qingchen’s guard is gradually weakened while she’s sleeping, but Lan Jiuqing just feels that Feng Qingchen while she’s sleeping is as docile as a cat, completely defenseless, and completely different from the woman who has thorns erected to protect herself during the day.

Lan Jiuqing walked forward lightly and sat down directly beside Feng Qingchen's bed.

After staring at Feng Qingchen's face for a few seconds, Lan Jiuqing smiled bitterly in his heart. Why did she come here?

Take a look?

What's the harm in seeing it?

If Feng Qingchen wants to live well, he must have the ability to protect himself.

He shook his head and was about to leave, but he noticed that Feng Qingchen was asleep, with his right hand still tightly holding his left wrist.

Out of concern, Lan Jiuqing gently pried open Feng Qingchen's right hand and held her left hand in front of him.

"What happened?" He gently rubbed the slightly swollen wound with his fingertips, wondering when Feng Qingchen was injured.

…

Feng Qingchen is not a dead person. If she doesn't react when someone holds her hand, then she has been on the battlefield for so long in vain.

Although they were not as alert as Lan Jiuqing, this group was also awake.

But I didn't dare to move and was just pretending to be asleep.

The extremely subtle changes in breath and the body that instantly tensed and relaxed did not escape Lan Jiuqing's ears and eyes.

A faint smile escaped from Lan Jiuqing's lips, and he simply held Feng Qingchen's hand in his palm:

"Now that you're awake, why are you still pretending? I'm not going to eat you!"