Shen Jinglan…
Back then, he was just a nameless, rootless weed.
But now, Fu Jinglan has a name and status—he is the Governor of the Northern State, who commands the respect of tens of thousands of officials, making them rise and stand at attention whenever he enters or leaves the central government.
He wants to defy fate and change his surname over a little rabbit.
He’d be laughed to death by his colleagues in the government.
He’ll never change it in this lifetime.
Fu Jinglan raised a cold gaze. “Mu Suizhou, I shouldn’t have brought you back to the estate back then. Why don’t you just change your surname to Shen instead?”
Mu Suizhou lifted the cigar in his hand and offered it toward Fu Jinglan’s lips.
If he really changed his surname to Shen, Fu Jinglan wouldn’t be happy about it either.
“Don’t be like that, Governor Fu. We’re friends who’ve shared the same cigar.”
Fu Jinglan frowned, turning his head away from Mu Suizhou’s cigar, looking cold and proud.
“What happened when we were seventeen doesn’t need to be brought up now.”
It was only because life was so tough back then in the fighting arena.
Every day was filled with intense physical exertion, poor food and sleep, and no cigarettes to smoke.
Fu Jinglan couldn’t help but add, “As if we ever really had anything going on.”
During their time studying abroad, Fu Jinglan and Mu Suizhou were constantly speculated about—who was the top, who was the bottom, or who was the versatile one.
Who would have known that back then, they simply had limited cultural knowledge and foreign language skills?
It was hard to explain, and they feared that trying would only make things worse.
As a result, the outside world took their silence as confirmation and even started shipping them like crazy.
Things like “Fu Jinglan is wild in private” and “Mu Suizhou willingly becomes the bottom for love”…
Mu Suizhou chuckled and withdrew the cigar. “What could we possibly have? Shen Jinglan is the straightest.”
Fu Jinglan shot Mu Suizhou a cold glare.
“Get out.”
“Fine.”
Mu Suizhou stood up. “Governor, remember to change your clothes before going out. Things look pretty messy afterward, and it smells… milky and sweet.”
Fu Jinglan didn’t believe it.
But as soon as Mu Suizhou left, the first thing he did was tilt his head and lightly sniff the collar of his shirt.
Why does it really smell milky?
In the bathroom.
Shen Lingxi washed her hands, mouth, and face for a long time.
The person in the mirror looked shattered and disheveled.
Even her enemies would probably feel satisfied seeing her like this.
“Shen Er, you really found me a living nightmare.”
But Shen Lingxi wasn’t someone who would let obstacles hold her back. She started giving herself a pep talk.
Fu Jinglan is a man at the peak of the Northern State.
Tall, handsome, and with a refined demeanor.
He provides food, shelter, affection, intimacy, and even protection.
She’s lucky.
By the time Shen Lingxi came out of the bathroom, both Fu Jinglan and Mu Suizhou were gone.
At noon, knock, knock, knock.
An auntie pushed a dining cart in, smiling warmly. “Hello, Miss Shen. I’m Aunt Hui. Time for lunch.”
After politely thanking her, Shen Lingxi said something very sweet:
“If you hadn’t said to call you Auntie, I almost made the mistake of calling you Sister.”
Aunt Hui did look quite young, and she was pleased to hear this.
“Miss Shen, you’re clever and lively, and your words are sweet too. That’s wonderful.”
It felt like the whole villa had come to life.
Seeing Aunt Hui happy, Shen Lingxi asked a few questions about Fu Jinglan, such as his temperament, preferences, and dislikes.
After all, every monkey needs its own leash.
Once the monkey is properly leashed and stops jumping around, Shen Lingxi’s life would be much easier.
Monkey Fu, just wait for me to leash you properly~
But Aunt Hui just smiled gently and didn’t say much about Fu Jinglan.
“Miss Shen, there are guests at home today, so Mr. Fu won’t be back for lunch.”
“I shouldn’t stay here too long. Please enjoy your meal.”
After Aunt Hui left, Shen Lingxi sat alone at the dining table.
All the dishes were her favorites.
That Shen dog really put thought into sending his niece off, even including a recipe along with it.
Shen Lingxi first picked up a piece of black truffle braised pork and put it in her mouth.
Damn, it’s so fragrant.
But her nose instantly tingled with emotion.
Homesick.
Yet after two months of roughing it with Shen Lanting, sometimes starving and sometimes full, Shen Lingxi polished off half a plate of meat in just ten minutes.
Suddenly, the restaurant door was pushed open.
A young woman walked in, wearing a beret and a black long dress.
A thin cigarette between her fingers, a white cat cradled in her arms.
Jiang Qingyan tiptoed in her high heels to the dining table, her gaze full of judgment.
Shen Lingxi had washed her face, completely bare-faced, with long, slightly wavy black hair parted in the middle.
One side was pinned behind her ear with a white pearl clip.
Fresh and delicate, naturally beautiful.
Damn, this girl’s looks are such a waste of men’s tissues.
Jiang Qingyan took the cat from her arms and unceremoniously placed it on the dining table.
The cat looked a bit silly, staring blankly at Shen Lingxi with a raspy, smoky voice.
“Meow~ Mrow~”
Shen Lingxi jumped in fright and looked up at Jiang Qingyan.
“Please take this silly cat out, and you can leave with it.”
“Aren’t you going to ask who I am?”
Jiang Qingyan crossed her arms and began introducing herself, “Jiang Qingyan, the second princess of Nanzhou, Jinglan’s fiancée. Who are you to him?”
Jiang Qingyan had heard that Fu Jinglan was very cautious.
He never allowed outsiders into his villa.
Before coming here, she saw Aunt Hui delivering food and stopped her to ask who it was for, but Aunt Hui kept her mouth shut, not uttering an extra word.
Damn it, so frustrating!
At that moment, the white cat stupidly headed toward the yellow croaker.
Just as it was about to snatch a piece of fish, Shen Lingxi grabbed its leg.
She hadn’t even taken a bite of that yellow croaker yet.
“Miss Jiang, please take yourself and your cat and leave. I won’t accept your interrogation.”
Jiang Qingyan directly moved the yellow croaker plate in front of the cat.
“Eat up, sweetie. This is for house cats, to make the little stray cat jealous.”
After saying this, Jiang Qingyan arrogantly raised the thin cigarette between her fingers and flicked it lightly toward Shen Lingxi.
“Let’s get straight to the point. Have you slept with Fu Jinglan?”
Having just arrived at Lu Manor, Shen Lingxi definitely didn’t want to cause trouble.
“No, I haven’t.”
“I don’t believe you!”
“You believe me very much.”
No way, Jiang Qingyan’s good mood was already ruined.
Fu Jinglan had such an attractive face.
The moment she saw him today, she fell for him at first sight.
Back then, they had already been waiting for Fu Jinglan for quite some time.
Light snow began to fall from the sky.
Fu Jinglan wasn’t holding an umbrella, wearing a deep khaki-colored suit, his graceful elegance softening his cold, stern aura.
And beneath his clothes was a figure that couldn’t be hidden.
Sexual tension radiated from his every move.
Whether he was walking, sipping tea, thinking, laughing, smoking a cigar, or even wearing a cold expression—every moment could leave people breathless with fascination.
Jiang Qingyan wanted to sleep with Fu Jinglan and also wanted to be his wife.
But he must have been licked and devoured by some little stray cat.
No, she had to find trouble with that little stray cat.
Jiang Qingyan blew a puff of white smoke into Shen Lingxi’s face. “Which family are you from? What’s your name?”
Better be from some small, insignificant family.
Shen Lingxi raised her slender fingers, disdainfully fanning away the smoke in front of her face.
“What does it matter what I’m called? You just need to know—I’m very good at screaming.”
Succubus!
Jiang Qingyan tossed half her cigarette into Shen Lingxi’s soup bowl. “Sizzle~”
“You little brat, you’re deliberately trying to piss me off, aren’t you?”
Shen Lingxi casually swirled the soup bowl, scattering the ashes.
“Jiang Unclear, I actually hope Fu Jinglan marries you sooner. That way, he can save on tissues, and you can save on fingers.”
Jiang Qingyan instinctively glanced at her manicure.
Damn it, of all things, the middle nail was slightly loose.
Jiang Qingyan quickly pretended to be busy, flicking open the lighter to light another cigarette.
Then she leaned down toward Shen Lingxi, her red lips parting:
“Little wildcat, you’re so good at screaming—let me hear it.”
The next second, the crimson cigarette tip was thrust toward that cute, playful face!
In an instant, a wave of scorching heat rushed toward Shen Lingxi.
Just as the cigarette tip was about to touch her face, she swiftly grabbed Jiang Qingyan’s arm and twisted it forcefully. Before the latter could react, she was already sprawled across the dining table.
Half a plate of braised pork hadn’t been eaten in vain.
The next moment, Shen Lingxi rose from her seat.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she struck—”Smack! Smack!”
Two slaps, perfectly timed—stunning but not brain-damaging.
“Jiang Not-So-Clear, ‘At the beginning of life, nature is good.’ Ruining someone’s face makes you a scoundrel.”
Poking someone’s face with a cigarette tip—even a seasoned masochist would call the police.
Jiang Qingyan’s face was pressed sideways over the ashtray-soup bowl.
“You little brat, I was just scaring you, I didn’t mean it for real! Let me go!”
Shen Lingxi didn’t release her. “Jiang Not-So-Clear, say ‘I’m sorry’ a hundred times, and I’ll let you go.”
Jiang Qingyan bargained, “Fifty times.”
Shen Lingxi compromised, “Ninety-nine times. Not one less.”
Jiang Qingyan refused to say it, struggling fiercely instead, but accidentally knocked over a glass of juice.
The white cat, startled, dropped the fish meat and hurriedly scrambled away, its claws inadvertently scraping across Jiang Qingyan’s face.
Instantly, several bloody streaks appeared!