After dinner, having handed their two children over to the nanny, Ancient Wen Heng eagerly pulled Jin Qianqian into the main house.
Watching their master and madam shut the door firmly, Lichun and the other maids blushed and retreated far away.
The moment they were inside, Jin Qianqian swatted him lightly. "Couldn't you be a little more discreet? Must you be in such a rush?"
Ancient Wen Heng instantly realized his wife had misunderstood him. 'But,' he thought, 'I can use this misunderstanding to my advantage.' Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he said, "We're husband and wife. What's there to be discreet about?"
"It's too hot out here. Let's talk in the space."
This was the one thing about the space that Ancient Wen Heng appreciated the most.
Its temperature was constant year-round. Inside, he feared neither heat nor cold and could always be in a state of complete relaxation.
The moment Jin Qianqian saw his expression, she knew exactly what he was thinking.
