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

Feng Qiwu had noticed her a long time ago, but practicing calligraphy requires calmness and concentration, so he was too lazy to pay attention to her.

Unexpectedly, she went further and approached him shamelessly.

"Of course I'm here to care about my husband's health." Wen Ranyan looked up at his handsome profile with a smile on her lips.

The wolf-hair brush in Feng Qiwu's hand paused, his eyes filled with sinisterness, and a layer of cold frost instantly rose in the study.

Her words easily brought back his absurd memories of last night. Although there was the blessing of love, he had to admit that the occasional charm she revealed was indeed confusing.

He had intended to suppress it before, but last night he was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, brutal and wanton. Fortunately, he regained his senses in the end, otherwise he would have done what Prime Minister Wen wanted.

Feng Qiwu seemed not to take her words to heart and continued writing on the paper.

His writing is vigorous and powerful, like snow and bamboo, and just like him, sharp and imposing.

Wen Ranyan smelled the cool fragrance emanating from his body, curled her lips, and said gently and thoughtfully: "My husband left in a hurry last night, and his face looked so bad. I was so worried and anxious that I didn't even sleep well."

Hearing the sound, Feng Qiwu wrote with great force. An ink spot quickly appeared on the originally pleasing calligraphy. The ink spot spread out and turned into an ink ball in the blink of an eye. A beautiful piece of calligraphy was ruined.

Wen Ranyan exclaimed softly, secretly thinking it was a pity: "Ah, what a pity for such a beautiful calligraphy."

Feng Qiwu put down the wolf-hair brush, then looked straight at Wen Ranyan, and then sneered: "Your face is so rosy, I see you slept very well."

The makeup on her little face spread like rouge, making her look very pretty, just like the most blooming crabapple in the yard.

What was more touching and more striking than all these were the red marks on her neck from being abused. Other women would have been shy to cover up such ambiguous marks, but she showed them openly, as if to remind him how absurd last night was.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were half-closed, with a faint light passing through them, deep and unfathomable.

Wen Ranyan raised her eyes and met his gaze, and responded calmly: "I saw that I didn't look good when I woke up in the morning, so I dressed up a little. Women dress up to please themselves. How can I let my husband see my haggard and dull side?"

There were tiny bits of light and shadow in her eyes, shy and timid, like a flower in bud about to bloom.

Feng Qiwu lowered his brows and looked down at her condescendingly.

He was neither happy nor angry, and his face was calm.

Under the sunlight, his eyebrows and eyes were bright and thick, like a painting of cinnabar, but they also contained a cold and fierce feeling of impending storm, which took away the beauty and made people shudder.

Wen Ranyan looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes were like smoke and mist, and her thin curved eyebrows were like willow leaves. As she smiled, it was like a red and blue ink painting of the misty Jiangnan region, gentle and weak.

After a while, Feng Qiwu finally took action.

He stretched out his hand and pinched her face a few times, neither lightly nor heavily. There was a thin layer of calluses under his fingertips, and with just a slight touch, the rough feeling, along with the slight warmth from his fingertips, wrapped around Wen Ranyan's heart.

There were tears in Wen Ranyan's eyes, and she tilted her head slightly, as if to make it easier for him to attack.

After a moment, Feng Qiwu stopped moving. He looked at his clean fingertips with an ambiguous smile in his eyes: "Dressing up? But there's not even a bit of makeup."

Wen Ranyan's eyes turned, and she immediately changed her words: "Maybe it's because it's hot and stuffy in the room, so it looks a little polished to me."

She remained calm and told lies without blinking.

Feng Qiwu looked at her for a long while, and the smile in his eyes was a little more mischievous, as if he was teasing a little thing: "Tell me, what did you come here to ask for today?"

He was nonchalant, but the light in his eyes was filled with a different kind of coldness.

It was as if if she said something wrong and made him unhappy, she would be beheaded.

Wen Ranyan put down the ink stick and said softly, "My dear husband, do you know that the Princess of Feng Mansion just sent me an invitation to attend the Spring Banquet in three days to enjoy the beautiful spring scenery together?"

She spoke without reservation, as if she was unaware of the grievances between him and the Feng family.

Feng Qiwu listened quietly, his face expressionless and his eyes indifferent, as if all the past events had nothing to do with him.

Wen Ranyan saw his expression and laughed in her heart, but she said softly, "Sijin said that the princess didn't want to invite me, but because she was afraid of my husband's power, she had to send the invitation. So, I thought I couldn't be too shabby, so I had to dress up and not lose face for my husband."

She spoke in a roundabout way, and Feng Qiwu found it very interesting.

"And then?" He glanced at her.

"But I don't have that much silver."

"My dear husband, please give me some money so I can buy some clothes~"

Wen Ranyan lowered her eyebrows, and because she was short of money, her face was flushed, just like the intoxicating color of crabapple in spring. She was obviously just asking for money, but her coquettish and soft words seemed to be entangled in people's hearts.

Feng Qiwu looked at her deeply. From this angle, he could see her slender white neck and the raging scars on it that were as red as plum blossoms. It was ambiguous and disturbing.

Even though he knew she did it on purpose, Feng Qiwu still laughed out loud with interest.

If other ladies from wealthy families were short of money, they would definitely shyly hide their feelings or pretend to be noble, but she actually asked him for money so confidently. She was really extraordinary and unconventional.

She was the only one who dared to get close to him all the time.

Feng Qiwu looked at her for a long while, then asked with a smile as if in a very good mood: "How much do you want?"

Wen Ranyan naturally took over his words and said, "Of course the more the better. I am my husband's person. My husband is so majestic outside, I can't let anyone underestimate me."

She said all sorts of things, as if asking for the money was really just to save Feng Qiwu's face.

Feng Qiwu looked into her eyes. There was a hint of water in her almond-shaped eyes, just like the hazy and beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River in the mist and rain. That spring scenery seemed to bloom only for him.

As if he was pleased, he took off the purse from his waist and threw it into her hand, and said in a low voice as if threatening: "Then dress up well and don't embarrass me."

Wen Ranyan held the purse and smiled: "Thank you, my husband. You treat me so well."

This purse is bulging, there must be at least a thousand taels in it.

Now, Feng Qiwu is responsible for all her food, clothing and other expenses, and the money she uses is also given by him. In the future, he will also take away his innocence. If she gets tired of him one day, she will leave a letter and leave. In any case, she is taking advantage of him.

After thinking about it, Wen Ranyan's eyes curled up slightly, and she looked at him more tenderly, as if her eyes were filled with a pool of spring water.

The wind blew by, and the faint fragrance of rosemary on her body instantly filled the entire study.

Feng Qiwu's eyes darkened and a fire suddenly surged in his heart. He was obviously not in love, but the passion he felt was exactly the same as that night.

He was not a lustful person, but he broke the rules in front of her repeatedly.

Feng Qiwu wanted to follow his desires once again, but as soon as he saw the watery color in her eyes, his brows furrowed and he was speechless.

What's that look in her eyes?

Are you looking at a lamb to be slaughtered?