Chen Tingfeng had the best sleep in days. When he woke up, he felt a bit disoriented for a moment.
He opened his eyes. It was already dark outside. The bed curtains cascaded in layers, and all was silent around him.
He raised his hand to touch his forehead. Feeling much more at ease, he knew he was mostly recovered. Remembering Fu Zhen's words before he fainted, he tried hard to hold it back, but still couldn't help showing a smug smile.
The door was gently pushed open. He sat up in bed, pulled back the curtains, and immediately met Fu Zhen's eyes.
Fu Zhen was holding a medicine bowl. Seeing him awake, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Perfect timing. Drink this medicine."
Before Chen Tingfeng could fully enjoy his happiness, a bowl of dark medicine juice was placed in front of him.
He was silent for a moment. "Cousin, I think I'm fine."
Fu Zhen looked at him with a smile. "You don't even want to drink the medicine I brought myself, cousin?"
This was just a bowl of medicine, but at this moment, it was more than just that.
Chen Tingfeng saw her mischief. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said helplessly, "How could I ever refuse you?"
Saying that, he was about to take the medicine bowl and gulp it down.
Seeing his look of resignation, Fu Zhen couldn't help but burst out laughing. She moved the medicine bowl away and put it on the table. "I'm just joking, cousin."
She just wanted to test if what the doctor said about Chen Tingfeng disliking taking medicine was true. Now it seemed that it was indeed the case.
"I really didn't expect that our aloof and refined young master would be as afraid of taking medicine as a child," Fu Zhen said with a twinkling smile in her eyes, glancing at him sidelong.
Chen Tingfeng wasn't stupid, just a bit dazed from sleep. Seeing her like this, he immediately let out a snort. He grabbed her waist, leaned back, and with the momentum, pulled Fu Zhen, who had fallen on him, tightly into his arms. The two of them fell behind the heavy bed curtains.
Before Fu Zhen could react, the next moment everything blurred in front of her eyes. When she opened them again, she was facing his broad chest.
Her pretty face flushed red. She angrily slapped him. "Let go!"
"Not letting go," Chen Tingfeng said slowly, looking down at her with a smile. "Can't I even hug you?"
Fu Zhen was annoyed and spat at him. "Lecher!"
Lecher Chen Tingfeng was not ashamed but rather proud. He tightened his grip around her waist and hugged her even closer. The two of them were pressed tightly together.
He let out a low sigh. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."
The moment he recognized his feelings, he had wanted to hold her tightly like this.
It had nothing to do with lust. He just wanted to hold her like this until the end of time and never let go.
Fu Zhen keenly sensed his unease. Her hands that had been pushing him stopped. Soft - heartedly, she let him hold her for a while.
But Chen Tingfeng was never one to know when to stop. When others took a step back, he took ten steps forward. Sensing his cousin's softened attitude, the lips hidden in her hair curled slightly. He even took advantage and rubbed his face against her neck.
Fu Zhen waited for a while. Seeing that he seemed to be about to fall asleep while holding her, she pulled his ear speechlessly. "Chen Tingfeng, have some sense of propriety."
It was already improper for the two of them to be hugging and cuddling before marriage. It was okay as long as no one saw them. But if she were to sleep here tonight, tomorrow someone would surely point at her nose and scold her for being promiscuous.
Chen Tingfeng naturally knew this too. He never really intended to sleep like this. But holding his cousin was just so comfortable. It was as if the empty part in his chest had been filled by her. It was so soothing that he didn't want to let go.
But it was already night. If he held on any longer, his cousin would probably start making a fuss. Reluctantly, he let go. The two of them got up from the bed.
The people in Baiqu Courtyard were all carefully selected by Chen Tingfeng. They were all very tight - lipped. Seeing Fu Zhen coming out of his bedroom after a long while, they just lowered their heads and pretended not to see anything.
Chen Tingfeng got dressed neatly. Yuanbao quickly brought the food from the kitchen.
"Have you eaten yet?" he asked softly.
Fu Zhen teased him. "Cousin, you're really sleepy. It's almost time for a midnight snack."
Chen Tingfeng wasn't annoyed. He held her hand and sat down at the table. "Then accompany me for a midnight snack."
He ate unlike an ordinary man. Although he ate quickly, he was very refined. Fu Zhen propped her head up and watched him.
Such a scene had rarely happened even after they got married in their past lives. Now that they had just confessed their feelings, it seemed as if they had been a married couple for a long time. Their every move was incredibly in sync.
Fu Zhen withdrew her gaze and stared absent - mindedly at the silver bracelet on her hand.
"Do you like wearing bracelets?" Chen Tingfeng suddenly asked.
Fu Zhen came back to her senses and raised her eyebrows slightly. "I like all expensive things."
Chen Tingfeng smiled. Fu Zhen glanced at him. "What? Do you think I'm vain?"
"How could I think that?" Chen Tingfeng said with a laugh. "Cousin should naturally be matched with the best things."
"I'm just laughing at how cute cousin is," he said leisurely. "Later, I'll accompany you to my warehouse to pick some. Just pick the expensive ones. Don't want anything else."
He rarely looked so high - spirited.
Fu Zhen understood his intentions and was naturally satisfied with them. She nodded very naturally. "That would be best."
As they were talking, Chen Tingfeng remembered the two deed of the cloth workshops that she had sent back. "Didn't you like the cloth workshops I sent you a few days ago?"
He thought to himself. Although the cloth workshops were quite profitable, they were indeed shabby compared to jewelry shops. If she didn't like the cloth workshops, then he could give her a jewelry shop?
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it. As soon as he did, Fu Zhen felt the pent - up anger in her heart welling up again. She said quietly, "Why did you give me the cloth workshops?"
"I wanted to make you happy," Chen Tingfeng said truthfully. He was just a bit distressed that he didn't seem to have hit the right spot.
Fu Zhen could see that he really didn't know why she was unhappy. She was both angry and amused for a moment. "You molested me yesterday, and then immediately sent me such things. What do you take me for? And what do you take yourself for? A customer?"
Chen Tingfeng was stunned. In a flash, he understood everything. Seeing her half - smiling expression, he quickly grabbed her hand and explained, "You understand my feelings. How could I ever humiliate you like this?"
He was annoyed with himself. "I was just confused and didn't think it through. It won't happen again. Don't be angry."
He was smart enough to handle both big and small matters properly, but when it came to feelings, he was just a young and inexperienced boy. When dealing with her, he completely lost his wits and sense of propriety.
Fu Zhen didn't know what to say for a moment. She just felt her heart swelling. She scolded him lightly. "Fool."
Chen Tingfeng moved the hand that was holding hers and intertwined their fingers. He calmly accepted this scolding and said softly, "It's all my fault. If you're still not satisfied, you can scold me a few more times."