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Chapter 929: Chapter 620 "I’m Not That Mature Early On" Evidence That You Are My Wife_3

Jun Moqing entered and went straight to the table to sit down.

Feng Qingyan also sat down and picked up the teapot to ask him, "Would you like some tea?"

Jun Moqing glanced at the teapot in her hand, not needing to ask to know it was cold.

"I don’t drink cold tea."

Feng Qingyan: "..." A bit picky...

Feng Qingyan had Qingrong bring a pot of hot tea.

After drinking tea for a while, Feng Qingyan glanced at Jun Moqing opposite her, who showed no intention of leaving.

"You’re not going back tonight?"

Jun Moqing put down the teacup in his hand and looked up at Feng Qingyan, "I don’t mind staying."

After nineteen years of separation, he hadn’t spent proper time with her.

"It’s not good for you to stay up on the roof," Feng Qingyan actually wanted to say, it’s not necessary.

Jun Moqing said, "I can also stay inside."

"..." Feng Qingyan: "Pretend I didn’t say anything."

Jun Moqing stood up, and Feng Qingyan did the same, thinking he was leaving and intending to see him out.

But instead, Jun Moqing came over, took her hand, and embraced her in one fell swoop, without a hint of hesitation.

Feng Qingyan struggled for a moment, not because she couldn’t resist his charm, but because she was unable to break free, Jun Moqing was very strong, like an invisible force holding her.

"What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to hold you." Jun Moqing felt he should do something, not be too passive, nor too impulsive, for fear of scaring her.

The hug was because he wanted to, and it was also what Fengfeng had taught him.

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a long time, feeling herself mesmerized by his charm again. Jun Moqing was a married man after all, and embracing was inappropriate.

Just as Feng Qingyan thought about escaping, Jun Moqing said, "I remember there’s a scar on your lower back, take off your clothes so I can see it."

Feng Qingyan: "..."

Jun Moqing, unusually impatient, reached out to untie Feng Qingyan’s waistband when he was stopped.

"If you take it any further, it would be considered indecent."

Jun Moqing realized he had overstepped and withdrew his hand, "Then you do it."

Feng Qingyan didn’t move to untie her waistband, because she was very clear about whether or not she had a scar.

"Indeed, there is a scar on my lower back."

Jun Moqing continued, "It’s round."

Feng Qingyan nodded, "Mm."

Jun Moqing’s gaze turned towards Feng Qingyan’s lower back, eagerly wanting to see it with his own eyes, "Let me have a look."

"Wait a moment," Feng Qingyan said, warning him in advance in case he decided to take matters into his own hands again.

Upon hearing this, Jun Moqing stood still.

Feng Qingyan went behind the screen, deftly untied her waistband, and took off her outer garment.

As someone from Jianghu, she was different from sheltered noble daughters, not bound by minor formalities.

Seeing a scar was not a big deal after all.

So Feng Qingyan lifted her clothes, revealing only a small part of her lower back, just enough to show the scar.

She called out from behind the screen, "You can come and look now."

Before her words fell, she saw a blue and white figure enter, more like a flash than a walk, very fast.

It was the first time she had seen someone move so quickly.

Jun Moqing looked down at the exposed part of her slender waist, right at the scar,

His long fingers reached out, touching the dark scar, "So many years have passed, yet the scar has not faded."

The touched area felt somewhat cool, ticklish, and a strange sensation.

Feng Qingyan instinctively wanted to pull away; she let her clothes fall back into place.

Jun Moqing looked steadily at her, "You never told me about your identity."

"Does my identity matter?" Feng Qingyan put on her outer garment and tied the sash.

"I think, your amnesia is related to your identity."

Feng Qingyan paused in her movements.

Jun Moqing added, "I can divine fate, but the only thing beyond my calculation is yours. Your previous birthdate must have been faked."

The fake birthdate was the only possibility that Jun Moqing could think of.

Feng Qingyan was bewildered, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

Jun Moqing, realizing she didn’t remember, didn’t press further, but instead asked another question, "When are you returning?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I’ll go back with you."

Feng Qingyan froze.

"I just want to get to the bottom of why you disappeared, the reason for your amnesia."

Jun Moqing paused, his gaze fixed on her face, "I can actually read palms as well."

Feng Qingyan was somewhat lost, not keeping up with Jun Moqing’s changes in topic, from going back with her to palm reading.

Jun Moqing took her hand, looking down at her palm, "Palmistry can’t reveal much, but it can show the marriage line.

You are married, with a daughter, and you’ll have only one husband in your lifetime, whom you can grow old with.

The fate line shows that at the age of sixteen, you suffered a great calamity.

Having survived it, you’re destined for future blessings. .."

Jun Moqing looked at Feng Qingyan, "That year you were sixteen, you met me."