The Mercy of a Sovereign

After the proprietress left, Zhixin looked at Chen Cheng and said with a smile:

"Young Master, why were you so eager to explain just now? Could it be that you think I am not worthy of you?"

Though Zhixin displayed none of a seductress's charm, those words alone were enough to melt one to the bone.

But Chen Cheng frowned and said:

"Of course not. Miss possesses peerless grace and beauty, and your strength is formidable. If anyone is unworthy, it should be me.

"Besides, people come and go around this stall. If the proprietress's misunderstanding were heard by others who know you, would that not tarnish your reputation?

"And I do not consider myself the sort of treacherous man who enjoys ruining another's reputation."

Although Chen Cheng said he was unworthy, there was not the slightest trace of shame on his face. Instead, he wore a proper and earnest expression.

At this moment, Snow Maiden also spoke up:

"Big Sister Brown was right. Although he is usually a little strict, he really is a good person."

Chen Cheng tapped the bowl before her and said:

"Do not speak while eating or talk while sleeping. Do not disturb Miss Zhixin. Hurry up and eat."

After that, the table fell silent, with only the sounds of chopsticks picking up food and people chewing.

In that silent atmosphere, the meal finally came to an end.

Though the food was delicious, the lively Snow Maiden felt as though she had not enjoyed it because of the atmosphere at the table.

"Proprietress, the bill."

Chen Cheng set down his chopsticks and called to the proprietress.

At that moment, Zhixin, seated opposite him, handed him a handkerchief.

"Young Master, take this and wipe yourself."

However, Chen Cheng did not let things develop into the clichéd