The entire Ling family had only a young girl named Ling Wan who could speak a few words. However, this lass was shy, and her little face would turn red with just a few sentences.
Back in her room, Feng Jin felt even more bored. How could nightlife be so monotonous? After enduring for a while, Feng Jin still sent someone to invite Lin Yuwei and Chu Ninger over, and she also called Ling Wan along.
What was the night for if not for sisters to gather and chat about gossip?
Once everyone had arrived, Feng Jin's chatterbox was completely opened. She chatted with the others about this and that, finally focusing on Lin Yuwei.
"Yuwei, tell me the truth, have you and Chu Chenyi consummated your marriage yet?"
Feng Jin deliberately emphasized the last two words.
Lin Yuwei's cheeks instantly turned red, even the roots of her ears were flushed, and her eyes kept darting away. "What are you asking about? Of course, I... of course..."
"Hurry up and say it, of course what?" Feng Jin became immediately interested, eagerly pressing Lin Yuwei.
Chu Ninger also became interested, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Lin Yuwei, eager to know the truth.
Only Ling Wan, an unmarried young lady, blushed instantly upon hearing this. She lowered her head, not daring to participate in such a conversation.
"Oh my, how can such things be discussed openly? Please don't ask anymore." Lin Yuwei was truly embarrassed. How could she say such things in front of so many people?
"What's there to be embarrassed about? Or have you already consummated your marriage?" Feng Jin asked tentatively.
Lin Yuwei's face turned crimson, and she quickly dodged, her voice tinged with shyness. "Sister Feng Jin, if you continue like this, I won't talk to you anymore."
"Alright, alright, I won't ask anymore." Feng Jin quickly pleaded for mercy and then moved closer to Chu Ninger, asking again, "Good Ninger, why don't you tell me..."
"I have nothing to say. You should ask Yuwei instead."
Chu Ninger deeply understood Feng Jin's thick skin and was afraid of falling into a trap.
"You truly have a lot of interest, always inquiring about other people's marital affairs."
Chu Chenyi's voice arrived before he did, a teasing smile on his lips as he looked at Ling Mohan, who stood beside him with a dark expression.
Behind them followed Liang Chen, also looking displeased as he stared at Chu Ninger.
Sensing the awkward situation, Ling Wan quickly found an excuse and hurried away without looking back.
Of the remaining three women, only Feng Jin faced them without any fear, her tone unfriendly. "Why are you here?"
Being interrupted so abruptly in such a situation, Feng Jin was extremely displeased. How inconsiderate they were.
"Young Madam, it's late. You can't keep the Princess occupied all night." Liang Chen said with a gentle smile, his gaze falling on Chu Ninger, who was looking down silently. "Princess, the child is waiting for you at home. It's time to go back."
"I'm going back now." Chu Ninger quickly agreed, then turned to Feng Jin. "Sister, I'll be leaving now. We'll chat another day."
She was already struggling to deal with Feng Jin's questions, so Liang Chen's arrival was perfectly timed. She quickly pulled Liang Chen and headed for the exit.
"Well, it's getting late, so we'll be heading back too," Lin Yuwei also chimed in, hurriedly walking out.
"Farewell!" Chu Chenyi cupped his hands in salute and turned to leave.
With everyone gone, Feng Jin's spirits plummeted. She sighed mournfully. "You didn't come early, nor late, but chose to come at this exact moment. Well done, everyone's gone."
What made Feng Jin even more annoyed was that she hadn't managed to find out anything interesting. It was a wasted effort, a complete waste of time.
"Alas, I'll have to find another opportunity next time," Feng Jin sighed, regret evident on her face.
She didn't notice Ling Mohan's expression, which hadn't improved since he arrived.
As Feng Jin was about to get up and go to bed, the man behind her grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing? Let go." It was only when she looked up that Feng Jin noticed the man's dark, profound expression.
Feng Jin, lacking backbone, couldn't help but take a step back, maintaining a distance from the man. "You... why are you looking at me like that?"
The man remained silent, his gaze at Feng Jin deepening.
"What were you discussing with them just now?"
His hoarse yet magnetic voice sounded in Feng Jin's ear, but it sent a chill down her spine. From what she knew of Ling Mohan, he was on the verge of anger.
Swallowing hard, Feng Jin took a deep breath, suppressing the frantic beating of her heart due to nervousness. "We... we didn't talk about anything, just chatting about everyday life."
In her understanding, they hadn't really talked about anything, because just as they were at the crucial moment, Ling Mohan had barged in with others, interrupting the conversation.
"I happened to hear my wife inquiring about matters of the boudoir. Is there something you don't understand..."
Ling Mohan's eagle-like eyes stared fixedly at Feng Jin, his tightly furrowed brows suppressing his anger, and he said in a deep voice, "If my wife truly doesn't understand something, why seek advice from others? Your husband is very willing to personally teach you."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Feng Jin could react, the man's sturdy body lunged forward, his long fingers exploring the girl's slender waist.
Feng Jin shivered in fear. The cry that was about to escape her lips was immediately sealed by the man's slightly cold, thin lips, leaving only muffled sounds.
...
The next morning, Cai Qing knocked on the door once, but there was no response from inside, so she pushed the door open and went in.
The water-blue bed curtains were tightly drawn and swayed slightly with the gust of wind that entered when the door was opened.
"Young Madam, it's already noon. You should wake up."
Cai Qing opened the tightly shut window and, seeing no movement from within the bed curtains, pulled them aside.
When the young general had left this morning, he had instructed not to disturb the young madam's rest. But it was already noon, and there was still no movement from the room, so she had entered without permission.
The dazzling sunlight suddenly streamed in, causing Feng Jin to frown slightly. She struggled to open her sleepy eyelids. "Cai Qing, what time is it?"
"Young Madam, it's already noon. The young general will be back soon. I will help you get up."
Feng Jin sat up groggily, her entire body aching and feeling uncomfortable, as if she had been run over and reassembled.
In her mind, she thoroughly cursed Ling Mohan. That damned man, he had been like a madman last night, only letting her go as dawn broke.
"Ah... Young Madam..."