"I'm not leaving."
She kissed his lips.
His other hand slowly moved down, tracing the muscles in his chest and abdomen.
Wherever it passed, everything was hard and scorching hot, tense and enduring to the extreme.
Qingyuan trembled violently, tightened his arms, and pulled her deeper into his embrace, taking the initiative and deepening the kiss.
Her long, silvery-white hair floated in the water, intertwining with Shen Zhiyi's soft, jet-black hair, like two symbiotic underwater plants, intimately nestled together.
Qingyuan closed his eyes, his breathing becoming heavy.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Shen Zhiyi pushed him to the edge of the cold spring wall, and he emerged from the water, gripping the handrail beside him, his jaw clenched as he endured the pain.
The mermaid pearls rolled off one by one.
He looked at Shen Zhiyi, who was still in the water, like a swimming fish, moving nimbly and freely.
Her seaweed-like black hair and pure white dress cascaded down her back.
Like the moonlight reflected on water, one glance is enough to make you intoxicated and captivated.
He closed his eyes, his fingertips trembling, but his Adam's apple bobbed incessantly, escaping one unbearable growl after another...
*
The next day.
Shen Zhiyi held a whole box of mermaid pearls, grinning from ear to ear.
I didn't expect to get so much so easily!
"Miss, what are you laughing at?" Dui'er asked, coming in from outside.
She stared in astonishment when she saw the mermaid pearl.
"How can there be so many?!"
Shen Zhiyi closed the box and said with a smile, "From today onwards, you have a son-in-law who will marry into your family."
"This mermaid pearl is his betrothal gift."
Dui'er's lips twitched.
I've never heard of a man marrying into his wife's family and having to bring a dowry.
The young lady really gets the best of both worlds, never compromising herself.
Poor Lord Qingyuan, he's so naive and inexperienced that he's been completely drained of his wealth by the young lady!
"Are the cargo ships operating normally today?" Shen Zhiyi asked, getting down to business.
Dui'er nodded and said, "With Li Xianchuan's downfall, many new customers have come to us. The manager was just about to tell you about this."
"What to do next is up to you, Miss."
Shen Zhiyi tapped the box. "With these things here, the Shen family's crisis is basically resolved."
"After that, they were all minor matters."
Dui'er said happily, "With Miss here, there's nothing to worry about."
“However…” she paused, then said, “When I went out today, I heard that someone from the capital had arrived, and the county magistrate came out of the city early this morning to greet him.”
"Do you think... it's possible that the Imperial Concubine sent someone to investigate Li Xianchuan's cause of death?"
She was a little worried.
After all, Li Xianchuan could be considered half a member of the imperial family.
Now that he has died so inexplicably, the Imperial Concubine naturally will not sit idly by.
Shen Zhiyi looked at Qingyuan as he walked in, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
"With him here, what do I have to be afraid of?"
Qingyuan stopped in his tracks.
Dui'er turned around, looked at Qingyuan, and then at Shen Zhiyi.
The sticky, passionate atmosphere between the two was so intense that even a wooden stake would notice something was amiss.
She covered her lips with her handkerchief and chuckled softly.
"This servant takes her leave."
After saying that, he walked up to Qingyuan, curtsied, and said, "Young Master."
After bowing, he left quickly.
He even closed the door for the two of them.
Qingyuan walked up to Shen Zhiyi, his fingers slightly curled, his expression restrained and patient.
He sat down on the chair next to her, opened the box, pulled her wrist, made her fall onto him, half-embraced her, and kissed the top of her head.
With his other hand, he circled the ribbon around her waist, playing with it as he asked in a low voice, "What did she call me just now?"
“My dear son-in-law,” Shen Zhiyi leaned into his arms, “now that we’re married, we should let everyone know.”
"From now on, everyone in the manor will call you that."
Qingyuan's eyes widened in shock.
Her eyes darkened instantly.
"Then... can Qingqing and I...?"
“No,” Shen Zhiyi interrupted, “I’m not ready yet…”
She felt a lingering fear when she thought about what she had tried that day.
"It's the same if I help you," she said coquettishly.
Qingyuan closed his eyes tightly.
"How can they be the same?"
He's been holding back his anger for days, it's about to explode.
Unable to control himself, Qingyuan kissed her cheek, asking, "What do you want for Qingqing to agree?"
He glanced at the box on the table, a dark glint in his eyes, and coaxed, "I am a deep-sea merman, and I shed more tears when I am moved."
"Qingqing, don't you want to see me cry?"
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