Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin and Zhang Nanshu walked up the stairs holding hands, with Jing Yuanzhao following behind them.

It was not convenient for Jing Yuanzhao to hold Yan Xin's hand, but he was thinking in his heart: "In two or three years, maybe I can hold the child in my hand and watch the lights with Zhuzhu'er."

With this thought, he vaguely saw Yan Xin in the corner of his vision.

He couldn't help but look back.

Behind the mountain road, countless figures were moving. Yan Xin held a child over one year old in her arms and stopped to rest. There was a little sweat on her cheeks, but she was in high spirits.

The child in her arms was also very obedient, looking at the shadow of the lantern with wide eyes.

Jing Yuanzhao was stunned. When he looked carefully, the lanterns blurred his eyes, the figures were sparse and there was nothing left.

At this moment, Yan Xin was joking with Zhang Nanshu, and her laughter was crisp and real.

"Tie Liaoda, why are you stunned?" Zhang Nanshu called him.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Here he comes."

He strode forward and walked to Yan Xin's left side.

He whispered to her: "Zhu Zhu'er, we will have many children in the future."

Yan Xin: "..."

After hearing this, Zhang Nanshu glared at him disdainfully: "My wife is not yet married, but I want children first. How can you say so!"

Yan Xin laughed: "You two are noisy enough, what more child do I want?"

Jing Yuanzhao: "..."

Zhang Nanshu wanted to scratch her.

The face is ticklish, but the person can bend and stretch to admit his mistake.

Just joking, it was originally quite a long mountain road, but before I knew it, I had finished walking and reached the Danchi at the entrance of the main hall of Longhua Temple.

He met Zhou Junwang head-on.

The lights were bright, and it was very cold on the top of the mountain. The cold wind pierced my cheeks, and my cheeks and nose were red. Against the lights, my face was beaming.

"What a coincidence, I met you again." Jing Yuanzhao said lightly.

Zhou Junwang smiled: "This must be fate."

"Maybe you are following us." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Zhou Junwang: "You really use yourself to save others."

Yan Xin: "..."

Jing Yuanzhao didn't take it seriously and continued: "I don't see you giving gifts during the Chinese New Year."

"I sent it to your villa. You probably didn't go back. Instead, the people over there just gave me two random gifts in return." Zhou Junwang said.

"Indeed I didn't see it." Jing Yuanzhao said, "Just come back, don't be picky."

The two of them spoke to each other without any sign of tit-for-tat, but there was a bit of unfamiliarity and politeness in and out of their words.

Zhou Junwang glanced at Yan Xin again.

Now that he met them, he relied on Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao and walked in with them. He also told them about the owner who lit the lanterns today.

"The natal family of the second lady of Xifu." Zhou Jun looked at her.

Jing Yuanzhao: "The words have taken away the rest. Can we not know?"

"What are you trying to do with me again? If the eldest lady looks down upon me, I will never take you seriously." Zhou Junwang said.

Yan Xin frowned slightly.

Zhang Nanshu: "Young Master Zhou, Zhu Zhu and Young Marshal are about to get engaged. No matter whose friend you are, you shouldn't make such a joke."

Zhou Junwang's expression changed slightly.

However, he recovered quickly, and a rich smile poured from his brows, covering his eyes and the corners of his lips: "When will you get engaged?"

When he said this, he looked at Yan Xin first.

One smiles.

Yan Xin felt uncomfortable all over.

But she didn't flinch or hesitate: "The beginning of autumn."

"So late?" Zhou Junwang smiled more relaxedly, "I thought we were going to get engaged in March. Why did it take so long?"

There was provocation in his tone.

"Many good things require time." Yan Xin smiled, "I'm worth waiting for, and it's worth the young marshal's time to marry me."

Zhou Junwang was startled, and he couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

He still answered seriously: "Yes, the eldest lady is worth it."

Then he looked at Jing Yuanzhao, "You are still confident. If it were me, I wouldn't dare to delay like this. I would have to marry home early to feel at ease."

"So you are not as good as me." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Big win.

Zhou Junwang later walked away.

He didn't care what Jing Yuanzhao said, but Yan Xin's few words hurt him. As if he couldn't bear it, he went down the mountain first.

He didn't go home, but drove his car at the foot of the mountain and went for a walk in the city.

The city is full of people tonight too.

Every year during the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival, people are sitting next to each other, and there are always several accidents in which children and young women are lost.

Zhou Junwang saw Li Xuan Song and Dance Hall.

There were a few people chatting at the door. He saw Cheng Sanniang's driver and stopped the car and went in.

On the one hand, he wanted to chat with Cheng Sanniang about the cargo transportation at the dock; on the other hand, he was depressed and wanted to drink and dance for fun.

The clerk led him inside.

Then he said to him: "My eldest son, the second young master is here today."

Zhou Junwang knew that his useless brother had come to see Fu Rong.

I don’t know how my brother is doing.

Earlier, he warned his brother not to be confused. Now that he realizes how painful it is to "ask for something but not get it", he hopes that his brother can get what he wants.

At his father's place, Zhou Junwang tried to persuade and take the blame.

"Where is the second young master?" he asked.

The clerk looked around and said, "We were dancing just now, but now we can't see anyone."

Zhou Junwang waved his hand and asked him to inform Cheng Sanniang.

Soon, Cheng Sanniang went downstairs.

"...Didn't you date a girl you know well during the Lantern Festival?" Cheng Sanniang took him to her office and asked him.

"It's not interesting." Zhou Junwang said.

Cheng Sanniang: "I heard that there is a young lady named Miaomiao in the He family who likes you very much."

"This is a rumor. The He family are in-laws of the Governor's Mansion. They will only marry high-ranking military officials and will not get close to us." Zhou Junwang said.

"I just heard."

"You are well-informed." Zhou Junwang said, "Under normal circumstances, if Yan Xin asks for news, will you tell her?"

Cheng Sanniang's expression remained unchanged: "She? She knows how to be a good person. If you ask me a little thing, give me two big yellow croakers. Can I get along with money?"

"Sister Cheng is not as sincere to me as before." Zhou Junwang looked at her steadily.

Cheng Sanniang: "Don't involve me in your grudges. I value the young lady very much, and you know that."

Passing by an office, the door inside was open and several people were eating glutinous rice balls.

Zhou Muzhi was actually there.

Zhou Junwang stretched his head and took a look. Zhou Muzhi didn't see him, so he looked away.

Over there was the incense owner Sun Yinglan and a few people sharing glutinous rice balls. Zhou Muzhi was shameless and insisted on rubbing the dumplings.

"This one is stuffed with sesame seeds. I want to eat peanut stuffing," he said.

"Mine is not."

"Me too Sesame."

Fu Rong didn't want to talk, but Zhou Muzhi had already seen her, so she had to say: "This is peanut filling, but..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhou Muzhi suddenly held her hand and ate half of the glutinous rice balls in her spoon.

She just took a bite of this glutinous rice dumpling, but she didn't finish it because it was a bit hot.

Fu Rong was embarrassed for a moment.

Zhou Muzhi was also burned, so he struggled to swallow it: "Give me another one."

Fu Rong handed him the whole bowl.

Zhou Muzhi: "I don't want so many, just eat one more."

He took his own spoon and dug.

Fu Rong was slightly relieved when she saw that several stewards were looking intently and seemed not to be paying attention.

"Don't you want to eat?" Zhou Muzhi asked her.

When he asked, Sun Yinglan looked at Fu Rong.

Fu Rong quickly scooped up another one, put it to her lips and blew it slowly to cool it.

Zhou Muzhi stared at her spoon.

Fu Rong remembered that he had just eaten half a glutinous rice dumpling with this spoon. She didn't want to put the spoon into her mouth. She blew on it for a long time but refused to put it in her mouth.

Zhou Muzhi took another one from her bowl.

Sun Yinglan was a little funny when she saw this.

The way the cheap young man pursues his girlfriend is really out of tune and almost makes Fu Rong angry to death.