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

The next day.

When she had nothing to do, Wen Ranyan took Sijin to Juxian Building.

Outside the building, there are sycamore trees with lush and twisted branches, which block the slanting sunlight, giving a feeling of shade and coolness that covers the sky.

The afternoon sun was sultry, making everything outside look dazzlingly golden. There was not even a trace of cool breeze. Wen Ranyan sat in the inner hall. Even though the parasol trees outside the building blocked the sun, she still felt stuffy and broke into a thin sweat.

Sijin rolled down the bamboo curtains on all sides and replaced the cotton cushions with cool bamboo silk ones. This helped to contain the heat and create a bit of coolness in the silence.

Sijin was afraid that she was still hot, so she went to the small kitchen in the building to prepare some cold food to relieve the heat.

As soon as Sijin left, Yunniang knocked on the door and came in, holding a stack of account books.

"Boss, these are recent accounts. Please take a look and check them." Yunniang respectfully handed the account book to Wen Ranyan.

Wen Ranyan leaned sideways and flipped through the account book in front of her. She looked lazy and languid, and it seemed that she was flipping through the books casually and carelessly, but in fact she had already checked the accounts and it was not easy to fool her at all.

After finding no mistakes or omissions, she put the account book aside and said softly, "Yunniang's accounts are getting better and better, and she is becoming more and more adept at it."

"It's Miss Shen's good teaching and the boss's trust that gave me this opportunity." Yunniang is a person who remembers old favors. She always remembers Shen Zhixiang's kindness in giving her a new life, and is also grateful for Wen Ranyan's trust and promotion of her.

Wen Ranyan likes such a smart man who is sentimental. She raised her eyes, her charming eyes were like water, and she smiled: "Yunniang, go to the account office and get some money, and help me buy all the fireworks and firecrackers in the city."

After hearing this, Yunniang looked at her in surprise, thinking that she was joking.

These daily fun things are not cheap, not to mention buying all the fireworks and firecrackers in the city. It would cost a lot, a really large amount, which is really too exaggerated.

"Does the boss really want to buy so much?" Yunniang hesitated and looked at her uncertainly.

Wen Ranyan lay on a soft couch covered with a green bamboo mat, wearing a red embroidered skirt that trailed on the ground, with the layered hems flowing like colorful clouds and floating in the wind.

She was full of pleasant fragrance, her eyes were charming and bright, and her every frown and smile was like disturbed spring water. Even women could not help blushing when they saw her.

Yunniang blushed and lowered her eyes, not daring to look her in the eye.

Wen Ranyan laughed out loud, and said in a seductive voice: "Of course you have to buy so much. You can't be too shabby and fool around to please a beauty."

Yunniang heard this and was speechless for a moment.

Could the beauty she was talking about be Feng Qiwu, Lord Feng?

That kind of man is indeed handsome and a rare beauty, but he is vindictive, violent and cruel, making people stay away from him. But their boss can casually call him like this, he is truly a god.

After confirming with her again and again, Yunniang stopped asking questions and went to the warehouse with the account book to withdraw money.

Sijin passed by her, and when she went out, Sijin walked in leisurely with iced tea.

"What have you prepared in the small kitchen?" Wen Ranyan waved at her.

Sijin handed the glass bowl to her and said, "I made some iced sour plum soup, which is appetizing and relieves fever."

In the glass bowl, which is as clear as snow jade, there is a reddish and purple sour plum soup with emerald green mint leaves floating on it.

It has a refreshing fragrance when you smell it, and it stimulates the appetite when you taste it, while also cooling you down and relieving heat, making it a great drink in hot and humid weather.

"It tastes good." Wen Ranyan drank a bowl and wanted a second bowl.

Sijin was prepared. She took out the glass pot and filled a bowl for her. "I just saw Yunniang go to the storehouse. Did Madam ask her to buy something?"

Wen Ranyan gently shook the glass bowl and said with a smile: "Just let her buy some things to play with in her spare time, it's nothing serious."

"Oh." Si Jin responded softly.

She thought the lady was buying a birthday present for her master, but it seems she was overthinking it.

Wen Ranyan raised her eyelids and glanced at her, her expression bright and her smile disturbing.

When Feng Qiwu pushed the door open, he saw her lying on the couch, looking lazy and smiling brightly. In her hand was a glass bowl filled with some leftover sour plum soup.

He lifted his robe and sat down beside the couch. His eyes fell on her face, then instantly moved to the sour plum soup in her hand, and said, "Is it delicious?"

Wen Ranyan raised her head, "Not bad, it relieves the fever."

Seeing this, Sijin tactfully closed the door and walked out.

Feng Qiwu came over from afar, his back was already wet and his body was hot. He picked up the bowl in her hand and gulped down the remaining sour plum soup.

His movements were natural and smooth, and he didn't mind at all that this was the leftovers from Wen Ranyan's drinking.

"This is what I saved specifically to drink slowly, but you drank it all." Wen Ranyan pretended to be angry and kicked him on the leg as if teasing him.

Feng Qiwu reached out and gently grasped her ankle.

She was not wearing shoes or socks, and her ankles, as white as porcelain, turned crimson when he gently pinched them. The golden bells on her ankles swayed slightly and tinkled, making her skin look even more snow-white and tender, like cream.

"Just drink it up and let Sijin do it. What? I just had a sip and you're so reluctant to let me go?" Feng Qiwu said as he snaked down from her ankles.

Immediately, he placed his hand on the back of her foot, rubbing it gently on the snow-white surface, as if he were treating a delicate jade piece.

Wen Ranyan kicked him but still couldn't break free from his restraints: "I'm not reluctant, I just drank it to my heart's content. What do you think of the sour plum soup?"

Feng Qiwu stroked her jade-like toes and said thoughtfully, "It's OK, but a little too sweet. It can be toned down a little."

Wen Ranyan frowned and said in a leisurely voice: "That won't do. I just like to drink something sweet like this."

There was a hint of dominance and stubbornness in her smiling voice, and there was no room for negotiation.

"Okay, then keep it sweet like this, no need to change it." Although he said this, Feng Qiwu stared straight at her beautiful eyes, with dark emotions surging in his eyes.

Suddenly, he sneered and gently tickled the soles of her feet with a clinging and malicious look.

The soles of the feet are sensitive and itchy, so how could Wen Ranyan stand this?

"Feng Qiwu, you bastard, let go."

She lay on the soft pillow, laughing so hard that her body shook. Drops of joy oozed out of the corners of her eyes, and a hint of spring-like beauty like a crabapple blossom appeared at the end of her eyes.

Seeing that she also had weaknesses, Feng Qiwu teased and curled his lips, feeling playful. He just didn't let go, wanting to see her lively and embarrassed side, which was truly charming.

"Asshole..."

She laughed so hard that her body went limp, and there was a slight tremor in her voice. Even though it was just a laugh, her charming voice always made people feel moved, it was really alluring.

Feng Qiwu leaned over and pressed against her, kissing her little lips uncontrollably.

His manners were domineering and affectionate, and his voice was melodious, like a mellow wine flowing in the ears.

"Yeah, I'm an asshole."