Inside the main hall of the Northern Guardian Marquis's Estate.
Jiang Jingcheng looked at Shen Yun, unable to suppress the smile on his face.
"My dear, beef, lamb, pork-which meat do you think I love most?"
"Which meat?"
Shen Yun froze for a moment.
"You, my precious little piece of heart."
Jiang Jingcheng lowered his voice.
"..."
Shen Yun's cheeks instantly flushed. She looked at Jiang Jingcheng, her expression both bashful and reproachful. "My lord, where did you learn all this?"
"Why would I need to learn it?"
At that, Jiang Jingcheng sat a little straighter. "Whatever is in your husband's heart naturally... comes out of his mouth!"
As he said this, Jiang Jingcheng neither blushed nor missed a breath. He gave another soft cough.
"My dear, I don't want to grumble about life with you."
"Huh?"
Shen Yun couldn't help asking, "Then what do you want to do?"
"I want to tumble into your arms."
"..."
Shen Yun blushed even harder. She lowered her head, her voice growing softer. "My lord, how did you become so silver-tongued?"
"Hahaha!"
Jiang Jingcheng laughed heartily, feeling even more pleased. "My dear, looking at you now, there's one kind of man I want to become."
Shen Yun knew perfectly well that this was probably another improper remark, but she still couldn't help raising her head. "What kind?"
Jiang Jingcheng grinned. "Your man."
"My lord!"
Shen Yun shot him an embarrassed glare. "You... you're awful! What if someone overhears you?"
"Ahahahaha!"
Jiang Jingcheng's laughter grew even louder.
Just as Jiang Jingcheng was about to say something else, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside.
A moment later, Zhang Xinnian strode in. "Marquis!"
"Hmm? What is it?"
The smile vanished from Jiang Jingcheng's face faster than a page could turn.
Zhang Xinnian visibly froze.
When he was