After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Wen Ranyan looked at him and said softly, "Feng Qiwu, if this heart is not lost, you must keep it well. I may not be able to give you anything, but at least now, we can be happy together."

Her voice was soft and gentle, but her words were bland and cold.

It was like a cold poison without a trace of human touch, as if all the romance in the world was just something for her to entertain herself and have fun, and if she was no longer happy, she would throw it away like a worn-out shoe.

The one she loves most is only herself.

Feng Qiwu suddenly raised his eyes and stared at her intently.

The dark light in his black eyes rose and fell slowly, like the endless huge waves in the deep sea. The danger was hidden in it, but it was hidden. However, the knuckles of his clenched hands were so deep that they turned white.

It was unknown how long it had been before Feng Qiwu opened her thin lips and said word by word: "Wen Ranyan, are you heartless?"

"How is that possible?" Wen Ranyan looked him in the eye and smiled as brightly as water: "If a person has no heart, he will die."

Feng Qiwu stared in silence, but her eyes were as cold as ice.

Wen Ranyan seemed to have not expected the coldness in his eyes. She directly led his hand and placed it on her chest, saying, "Touch it. It's beating really fast."

This position was really subtle and ambiguous. When Feng Qiwu put his hand on it, he could feel a soft feeling like cotton.

The warmth that floated up through the clothes spread across his palms, clearly carrying a hint of temptation, but at this moment he had no romantic feelings in his heart, still feeling frighteningly cold.

"You should know that that's not what I meant." Feng Qiwu lowered his voice, his tone thin and cold.

Wen Ranyan's charming eyes flickered slightly, and she immediately changed the subject, saying softly, "Husband, this burn hurts so much, please blow on it for me."

The screen window was half-open, with warm sunlight shining obliquely on her body. She was wearing a seductive red dress, her hair was wet, and the corners of her eyes were rosy. She looked very alluring and passionate, and her appropriate coquettishness also made her look more obedient and soft.

When Feng Qiwu saw her change the subject, he suddenly burst into laughter out of anger.

He is indeed a heartless monster.

He stared at her deeply, and for a moment he didn't know what to do with her. He could only twist and rub that soft part fiercely, as if only in this way could he deeply feel that this woman was as hot as he was.

Feng Qiwu leaned over and kissed her fiercely. There seemed to be a hint of fruity fragrance on her soft and tender lips. The fruity fragrance was rampant during their passionate love, capturing her heart. No matter how much she tasted it, it was never enough.

"If I can always make you happy, will you stay with me forever?" Feng Qiwu's burning thin lips were imprinted on the side of her neck, rubbing against her neck, and the heat surged.

The breaths exhaled by the two were fiery, entangled together like threads, seemingly impossible to sort out.

Wen Ranyan's eyes were as charming as silk, and she kissed his chin softly and gently, saying ambiguously: "That is also a matter for the future, who can say for sure."

Feng Qiwu bit her neck and reached out to untie her belt. Her snow-white skin was already delicate, and it was covered with bruises in an instant when he pinched it like this, and the ambiguity continued.

Wen Ranyan's soft humming seemed to melt the soft water, filled with the rippling spring love.

It was unknown how long it had passed before Feng Qiwu vented out his resentment. He covered her clothes with his breathing heavily, and the aggression in his dark eyes rose and fell, yet there was a hint of restraint.

"Let's eat." Feng Qiwu leaned close to her ear and whispered.

Wen Ranyan combed her wet hair and responded nonchalantly.

The meal was delicious, at least Wen Ranyan thought so. She ate the vegetables and drank a bowl of delicious chicken soup. Her originally empty stomach was filled instantly. She sighed and put down her bowl and chopsticks with satisfaction.

Feng Qiwu didn't eat much, but his eyes kept lingering on her face. Seeing her eating so happily and yet being so cold, he felt suffocated and a layer of gloom appeared between his brows.

There was wind coming in from the screen window, and the slightly warm and refreshing breeze dispelled the heat in the house.

The blush on Wen Ranyan's face faded away like smoke. She stood up slowly, preparing to digest her food while standing. Seeing that the peonies outside the window were in full bloom, she walked forward to pick one and put it in her palm to play with it carefully.

Seeing her so comfortable, Feng Qiwu's eyes were dim, and it seemed that even the warm wind was filled with a chill.

Wen Ranyan looked at his expression, and as her eyes moved, she suddenly stepped forward and put the peony she had picked into his hand, smiling faintly, "Hey, this flower is for you."

"Why are you giving me flowers? I don't like these fancy things." Although he said this, Feng Qiwu still held it in his hand. Even when Wen Ranyan pretended to take it back, he did not let go.

Seeing him like this, Wen Ranyan said in a slow voice, "This peony is in full bloom, and it seems to complement you. If you don't like it, you can just give it back to me."

Feng Qiwu sniffed the delicate fragrance of the flowers, and his complexion seemed to improve. He stared at her and smiled faintly, "How can you take back something you've given away?"

Wen Ranyan stared at him for a long time, and finally stopped moving.

The next day.

After the completion of Juxian Building, those girls were also brought by Shen Zhixiang to familiarize themselves with the environment.

The fragrance of wood in the building has not yet dissipated, but a layout that has never been seen before comes into view. While the girls are amazed, their eyes also reveal a hint of ambition to break free from the shackles of this era.

If there is a place like this that can accept them unreservedly and give them a job, they will definitely do their best and will never let their employer down.

They also want to use their own hands to fight for their own superiority and let others know that women can also hold up half the sky.

The bustle in Juxian Building also aroused heated discussions among passers-by.

They only knew that this Juxian Building seemed to be specially used to recruit children from poor families. Whenever they passed by, they could always hear the sound of scholars arguing. But before they knew it, the sound of argument had disappeared, and the owner of this Juxian Building had changed.

It seems that they no longer recruit children from poor families, but instead want to become a shop selling things.

And the guys they recruited were all women.

It is true that women do business, but they are always secretive. It is unheard of and unseen to do it so blatantly. It is really absurd.

"Within a few days, this building will definitely not be able to continue operating."

"It is absurd for women to be out in the open. A few days is too much for them. One day at most, they will be closed down."

Amidst such unfavorable discussions, Wen Ranyan's pavilion was finally opened.

On this day, firecrackers rang out, red carpets were laid out, and the lively atmosphere was like that of the Chinese New Year.

But the people of Beilang love this kind of excitement in their hearts. Even though they say they don’t like it, they still can’t control their legs.

But once they went there and entered the door, they were all reluctant to leave and did not want to leave.

They had never seen such a strange place before.

This seems like a restaurant, but you can also buy all kinds of useful things here. Moreover, if you are tired, you can rest in the teahouse...