Huang Fangling had simply found her courage in drink.
Riding the lust stirred up by "dragons are lustful by nature," she had taken that bold first step out of gratitude for Cao Jinxing's sleepless care over five nights and four days, reluctance to part with him for the coming months, and a sense of threat from Qin Xuanji's existence.
After that, her courage failed.
Utterly and completely.
Cao Jinxing had taken the lead throughout, while she was too embarrassed to show her face.
The next morning, she had turned into a quail outright, hiding beneath the covers without daring to poke her head out, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself.
The Huang Family's upbringing placed little emphasis on the Four Books and Five Classics or elaborate etiquette, but it hardly allowed for this-Huang Fangling silently berated herself for being far too bold, far too shameless!
Still, she was the Ghost Market's young mistress.
She had not made everyone in the Ghost Market bow to her commands merely through her status or a kindly face, but through an iron fist. She was very reasonable, and therefore especially uncompromising! That was precisely why so many people both respected and feared her!
What was done was done. Embarrassment was useless.
She could only maintain her composure, pretending to be calm despite her flushed face, as though the woman from last night had not been her.
Cao Jinxing found it amusing, and rather adorable. He thought he should ask the Huang Family head for her hand once she emerged from seclusion. Having his eldest brother make the proposal should carry enough weight.
That morning.
Cao Jinxing took her to the finest workshop in Zhengzhou Prefecture and had a pair of silver rings set with honey-yellow cat's-eye stones made, one for each