When Wen Qingwan saw two grown men kneeling on the ground, she flipped down and, striking a fighting pose, said: “Come at me if you dare!
Xiao Jin looked at the stern, murderous air flashing across her bright face, and a trace of excitement flickered in his eyes. His little girl was like a wild kitten.
Leng Yan really wanted to step forward and pull their madam away, but their master glared at them and said: “Who let you in? Get out at once.”
Wen Qingwan gave a cold snort. “Hmph! Hurry up and carry your master out of here!”
Leng Yan and the others hurriedly got up, wanting to lift Xiao Jin, but Xiao Jin tilted his neck stubbornly and said: “I’m not leaving. If you’ve got the ability, kill me!”
When Leng Yan and Leng Feng caught their master’s intent, they tried to slip out of the wedding chamber. But before they could reach the door, Wen Qingwan had already knocked them down and beaten them senseless.
Of course they could beat Madam in a fight, but even their master didn’t dare strike back—how could they possibly dare?
“Carry him to the woodshed.” Wen Qingwan gave a lofty command from above.
“Out, now. Don’t get in the way—I’m about to spend my wedding night with my wife.” Xiao Jin commanded, his tone hard and unyielding.
“Hurry up, or else I’ll throw you straight out.”
“Wife~ do you despise your husband because his leg is lame?”
Leng Yan and Leng Feng ignored his shouting and directly carried him out of the bridal chamber, afraid that if they delayed any longer, Madam would hurt their master again.
How could their master possibly bear to harm Madam!
Looking at the situation today, the one who will suffer a loss in the end is still their master.
Hearing his shouting, Wen Qingwan looked at the man with the appearance of a puppy and frowned, saying: “I didn’t dislike you. Forget it—put him down first.”
Would someone as delicate as him really commit domestic violence?
Her pair of watery eyes were full of doubt; she truly held no disdain. She was also born alluring, her voice tender and soft.
Xiao Jin’s heart softened, and in front of his subordinates he acted spoiled: “Wife is the best. I knew my wife was kind‑hearted.”
Seeing that fawning, boot‑licking display, Leng Yan’s eye twitched, while Leng Feng just grinned like a fool.
Jinlan lowered her head without speaking, while Jinque, taking pride in it, echoed Xiao Jin: “Our young lady is the kindest of all.”
“Jinlan, bring two more quilts to put on the bed. The rest of you, go out.” Wen Qingwan gave a cold and aloof order.
Jinlan was the last to leave, pausing to gently shut the door behind her.
After the door was closed, Wen Qingwan gave a cold, aloof order: “You sleep on the inside.”
“Alright.” Xiao Jin gazed at his little girl with eyes full of affection; her fairy‑like beauty stirred his heart endlessly.
From the moment he was born, no one had ever treated him kindly; only the little girl before him gave him kindness of heart.
He, trapped in the abyss, encountered the first ray of sunlight in the human world, and from then on his heart fell into it.
Although the Marquis’s household had fallen into decline, it was not as if there were no noble young ladies willing to marry him.
His marriage was put off until he was twenty‑one. It wasn’t that he’d never met someone he loved, but that the one he wanted was beyond his reach.
Even at the peak of his success, the Wen family would not agree to a match with him.
After his leg was crippled, he abandoned all thoughts of marriage, convinced that he could never be with his little girl in this life.
Who would have thought Heaven had eyes—Minister Wen actually went in person to discuss with his father the marriage between him and the little girl.
He also didn’t know what Minister Wen saw in him, but that didn’t stop him from being full of joy.
Until the day of the betrothal gifts presentation, when he saw the little girl again, his heart—silent and dead for so long—suddenly began to beat wildly.
It was as if he was destined to be her husband.
Since he loved her, he had to find a way to win her heart. After all, he and the young girl had already gone through the wedding rites and were now husband and wife.
“Close your eyes, now—don’t look at me.” Wen Qingwan felt uncomfortable under the man’s burning gaze.
When she placed a quilt between them like a barrier, he understood: there’d be no wedding night tonight. His little girl was still innocent to such things.
But he couldn’t help it—his heart was itching with longing!
So he obediently shut his eyes at once, and his ears became especially sharp—he could hear the sound of her undressing.
After a long while, knowing she had already lain down, Xiao Jin quietly corrected his wrist.
He turned to gaze once more at the girl who made his heart race. The more he looked, the more he adored her—until, emboldened, he reached for her neck and kissed her.
Wen Qingwan, who hadn’t touched a man in either of her lifetimes, had a slight tremor in her pupils and froze completely.
Afraid of crushing the delicate him, Wen Qingwan, still in shock, propped herself up on the bedboard with her hand. Her lips, kissed by him, were slightly flushed
“Wife… aren’t we going to consummate the marriage?” His voice was hoarse, overwhelmed by emotion.
Any woman who saw such a scene would feel her blood surge.
What’s more… it was as if she were bewitched—she kind of liked the puppy‑like look he’d just shown.
Wen Qingwan had been empress for years—she could handle temptation. “We’re not consummating tonight. Lie down properly, unless you’d prefer the woodshed.”
“If you say no, then no it is. I’ll follow your lead in everything, my wife. Now, let me give you a quick rundown of the Marquis household.”
“Mm, go ahead.” Seeing the man lying obediently, Wen Qingwan decided to give him a bit of face.
“When you go offer tea tomorrow, if my stepmother gives you the household authority, my wife, you mustn’t accept it.”
“Why?”
“Our Marquis household is so poor it clinks with every step. Whoever manages the house ends up using her dowry to cover expenses.”
“She offered it of her own accord?
Of course she offered it herself. Whoever holds the household reins has to keep covering expenses—otherwise people will call her incompetent and ruin her natal family’s daughters’ marriage prospects.
“It really wasn’t the Marquis forcing her?” Wen Qingwan asked curiously.
According to Wen Mingzhu, the Marquis had a habit of murdering his wives and claiming their dowries to cover the estate’s expenses.
Seeing the little girl was interested in the affairs of the Marquis household, Xiao Jin started chattering away, spilling all of the Marquis’s father’s secrets to her.
He also hoped she’d stay sharp and not be tricked by the women of the Marquis household.
After hearing Xiao Jin’s words, Wen Qingwan couldn’t help but sigh, “Though the Marquis has a poor reputation, he sure knows how to live off women with swagger—truly a capable old scoundrel.”
“My wife’s summary is spot-on. It’s already late—go to bed early. We’ve got a whole crowd to deal with tomorrow morning."
“Mm.”
Wen Qingwan thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but she ended up sleeping straight through till morning.
The next day.
Wen Qingwan opened her dazed eyes, only to meet an incomparably handsome face—she was startled fully awake in an instant.
She thought the man had crossed a line, but when she looked up, she realized she’d kicked off the blanket and rolled into Xiao Jin’s arms.
So she quietly wriggled out of the man’s arms—thankfully, he was a deep sleeper.
She tiptoed out of bed, patting her chest repeatedly and taking several deep breaths before her nerves finally settled.
She didn’t notice the man watching her little movements with sparkling eyes—he didn’t look the least bit like someone who’d just woken up.
As she turned around, the man had already closed his eyes again, as if he’d never woken up.
“Uh… you—time to get up.”
The person in bed still didn’t move. Wen Qingwan, growing impatient, reached out and nudged the blanket. “Time to get up.”
“Wife~ you have to call me ‘husband’,” Xiao Jin mumbled sleepily.
“Suit yourself—get up or not. Jinlan, come in and help me freshen up,” Wen Qingwan called out.
“You’re up, Miss. Let me help you get dressed.”
“Madam is up—I’ll go bring your breakfast.”
Jinlan and Jinque briskly walked in from the doorway and spoke in unison.
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[Wen Qingwan gives the blanket a shove.]
Wen Qingwan: “I said, get up.”
[From under the covers, a sleepy voice mumbles:]
Xiao Jin: “Mmnn… Wife~ you have to call me ‘husband’…”
Wen Qingwan: “…You’re dreaming. You want to get another beating?”
[The servants freeze. Xiao Jin pokes his head out, hair a mess.]
Wen Qingwan: “…Are you awake now?”
Xiao Jin (closed his eyes again): Snore.
Wen Qingwan: “If you don’t get up right now, I’ll beat you out of that bed!”
Xiao Jin: “Oh? My wife is so fierce. Will you use a stick? Or your delicate hands again?”
Wen Qingwan poised to hit him.
Xiao Jin: “…Does breakfast come before or after the beating?”
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