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

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan's tearful almond eyes immediately condensed into a smile as bright as pearls: "I knew that my husband believed in me. I am so happy."

After she finished speaking, she nestled into Feng Qiwu's chest like a baby bird, the smile on her lips tinged with shyness, her eyes full of dependence.

Feng Qiwu looked down at her condescendingly, his eyes as dark as ink, and the scrutiny in his eyes only increased.

Wen Ranyan secretly glanced at Feng Qiwu's profile, and when he looked over, she lowered her head like a thief, revealing her girlish shyness to the fullest.

Her little face was flushed with red, but she was laughing wildly in her heart, like a fox, full of cunning and complacent.

Feng Qiwu said nice things, but the scrutiny in his eyes was about to overflow, as if he was afraid that she couldn't see it. However, he had no evidence, so he could only pester her to the extreme, waiting to catch her fox tail.

And he was indeed sharp and intelligent, and it was indeed she who killed Jiang Yuliu.

She didn't want to bother with a dying man, but who made Jiang Yuliu look down on women and had so many lives on his hands?

In this case, she would let him die at the hands of the woman who treated him as a plaything, a painful death like being tortured to death. For a little beast like him, killing him with one blow would be too easy and comfortable for him.

Feng Qiwu looked at her charming profile with a lazy expression: "Besides these, have you bought any clothes you like?"

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan immediately stepped out of his arms, her face flushed and her eyes shining: "I bought a lot of beautiful clothes, but I have to choose one to attend the Spring Festival Banquet. I was actually in a dilemma for a while. I was really overwhelmed."

"Is it so difficult to choose? What should I do?" Feng Qiwu supported his head with one hand, and there was a hint of smile in his black eyes.

Wen Ranyan's eyes were burning, and she said, "I just thought about it. How about I put on the clothes one by one for my husband to see, and he can make a decision for me?"

Feng Qiwu crossed her legs, the smile on her lips became more intense and unrestrained.

He originally came to call her to task, but now, he wanted to help her choose clothes and make a decision. She really said everything. She looked so shy, but what she did and said were bolder than anyone else.

Feng Qiwu found it more and more interesting, and said with a faint smile: "It is indeed a good idea..."

Wen Ranyan knew that he agreed, so she stood up with a smile.

Her room was a typical woman's boudoir, and Feng Qiwu did not treat her badly. It had all the necessary furnishings. The incense table, flower table, and Luohan bed were all made of top-grade rosewood. Even the patterns carved on the wood were lifelike, as if they were about to come out of it.

Behind the thin gauze curtain, there stood a rosewood carved and embroidered screen. Wen Ranyan, holding the newly bought clothes, slowly lifted the gauze in front of her, and then walked gracefully behind the embroidered screen.

Only when her figure was completely hidden by the screen did she feel at ease and untie her belt.

Feng Qiwu was playing with the crabapple tree out of boredom. He seemed to think Wen Ranyan was too slow, so he glanced at the screen. Just one glance and his eyes seemed to have taken root there, unable to move away from the screen.

The embroidered screen could cover some of Wen Ranyan's body, but under the flickering candlelight, her graceful figure could be clearly reflected on it. Even though it was just a shadow, the hazy swaying posture made people more and more intoxicated.

Behind the screen, Wen Ranyan's clothes were half-removed, revealing her slender shoulders, and the straps of the small dress around her neck were clearly visible.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were deep, and even though there was a screen between them, he seemed to have looked at her and played with her all over.

Feng Qiwu lowered his brows, grabbed the herbal tea on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

He pursed his thin lips into a straight line and couldn't help pouring another glass.

The night was deep and the moon was shining brightly, but the sound of people taking off clothes behind the screen became clearer and clearer, as if it was very close.

When Feng Qiwu looked over again, he saw that Wen Ranyan had taken off all her clothes. The embroidered dress was hung openly on the screen, revealing itself to him.

It seemed that as long as he stretched out his hand, he could feel the warmth on the dress and the woman's alluring fragrance.

Feng Qiwu held the teacup, his eyes were deep to the point of being frightening, and a nameless fire was rising from his chest, burning his limbs and bones, making him feel turbulent, hot and restless.

At that time, Wen Ranyan's soft hands slowly touched the back of her neck, and when they touched the straps of her small clothes, she gently pulled them -

The small dress she was wearing fell to the ground gracefully.

Feng Qiwu tightened his grip on the teacup, his dark eyes becoming darker and darker, and in an instant, they became as sharp and arresting as an eagle.

In an instant, Wen Ranyan's graceful figure swayed on the screen as if there was no obstruction, with skin as white as snow, round shoulders, and then, two shy flowers about to bloom.

Above that... is the red plum blossom dotted in the snow, which seems to have bloomed to its fullest, enchanting and inviting to be picked.

"Clang-"

Feng Qiwu paused and knocked over the cup full of herbal tea.

The cold tea soaked the tablecloth, but it could not extinguish the heat in his eyes.

You can do so many things just by changing your clothes...

She did it on purpose.

Whose daughter of a rich family is so... shameless?

Fortunately, such a beautiful scene was only fleeting. Wen Ranyan had already put on her new undershirt, and in just a moment, she also put on her newly bought dress.

Feng Qiwu took a deep breath, but his eyes were still dark. Danger was lurking in his eyes, surging wildly.

"Husband, I'm done changing." Wen Ranyan's voice, tinged with a hint of seduction, came from behind the screen.

As soon as she finished speaking, she walked out from behind the screen.

The snow-white dress was worn on the body, and the silk satin shimmered in the candlelight. The most touching highlight was the blood-red plum blossoms blooming on the cuffs and hem of the skirt. The red and white colors intersected, and the elegance was dazzling.

Wen Ranyan usually only wears plain dresses, but now, the scarlet color on her dress makes her look even more seductive and charming. Her almond-shaped eyes are moving, and her strong charm burns people's hearts. She still has that otherworldly and gentle face that seems like a banished fairy, but her aura is quite different.

Feng Qiwu looked at her quietly, and for a moment she felt that it was quite out of place for her to wear plain white. It seemed that only dark red would be more suitable and would set off her better.

Wen Ranyan gently lifted the veil and walked to Feng Qiwu with a swaying figure.

She walked barefoot, her feet were slender, white and smooth, and even the nails on her toes were as delicate and crystal as jade.

The slender ankles occasionally brushed against the red plum blossoms on the skirt. The blend of red and white was soft and charming, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Feng Qiwu's eyes became increasingly profound, flickering under the candlelight, making it difficult to tell whether she was happy or angry.

"Husband, does it look good?" Wen Ranyan lifted the hem of her skirt and gently turned around in front of him.