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Xia Zheng stared with wide eyes at the suddenly enlarged face before him, somewhat bewildered. When did Lin Yuan, who was just listening to him across the table, get so close? And how did she suddenly kiss him?

Feeling Xia Zheng’s stiffened body, Lin Yuan became a bit timid. As he kept yapping away, she had impulsively run over and sealed his lips with her own.

"Cough cough, it’s nothing. I just listened to Dong Qing, that chatterbox, talk too much today; my ears are a bit tired, so I didn’t want to listen to you anymore," Lin Yuan said, touching her nose and awkwardly planning to return to her chair.

Before she could move, Xia Zheng grabbed her and imprisoned her once again on his lap, his brow arched and his smile cunning as a fox, "Since your ears are tired, surely your mouth isn’t, right? Then let your mouth get some exercise."

Having said that, before Lin Yuan could react, his tender yet slightly eager kiss descended upon her.

After what felt like an eternity, Xia Zheng reluctantly let go of the person in his arms, his eyes brimming with laughter as he gazed at Lin Yuan’s blushing face, still feeling unsatisfied.

Lin Yuan’s eyes were hazy, she smacked her lips, feeling as if her mouth was filled with the taste of beef noodles.

It was a moment longer before she, with eyes half-closed, parted her vermilion lips and breathed out a phrase, "The noodles today are a bit salty."

Pfft.

Xia Zheng almost spit the noodles along with the soup and meat he had just swallowed, with a figurative mouthful of blood stuck in his throat.

With Lin Yuan’s interjection, the once amorous atmosphere was instantly disrupted.

Chuckling softly, Lin Yuan, taking some perverse pleasure in seeing Xia Zheng’s slightly green face, buried her head in his broad chest. Listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat, her heart found much solace.

"Indeed I met Ma Junying today."

Listening to the beating of Xia Zheng’s heart, Lin Yuan suddenly spoke softly, "Even though I know he deliberately waited for me at Drunken Immortal Tower, Xia Zheng, I hope you don’t get angry because of it.

When elder brother visited me, I asked him about the imperial examinations, and he said Ma Junying is quite the talent.

Moreover, for those unfamiliar with his background and identity, Ma Junying is relatively trustworthy.

Aren’t you collaborating with the Ma Family on printing books?

You should know about them better than I do. "

Although somewhat displeased by Lin Yuan’s sudden mention of Ma Junying, he understood her sentiment and immediately nodded, "Yes, the people of the Ma Family are generally good."

However, this Ma Junying clearly had more schemes than the other members of the Ma Family. Of course, he didn’t tell Lin Yuan this. He didn’t want her to be involved too much in these deceits.

"So, what you’re planning is to recruit a talent for Little White Rabbit?

" Xia Zheng gently stroked Lin Yuan’s hair.

Ever since she took over Fuman Building, her treatment had improved a lot.

Her previously messy and malnourished hair, after a year of care, had become black and glossy.

It was incredibly smooth to the touch and very likable.

Feeling Xia Zheng’s hand on her hair, Lin Yuan’s scalp tingled slightly, her body involuntarily moving, and she nodded, "Yes, the Second Prince covets us, but fortunately, we’re not at the center of the royal family’s power struggle.

However, my elder brother is indeed in danger.

Having more reliable people to help him gives me peace of mind. "

Xia Zheng pursed his lips and didn’t continue discussing whether Ma Junying was actually reliable.

Instead, he changed the topic, held her tightly, and spoke earnestly, "Yuanyuan, I don’t want you to worry about these things.

I know you’re concerned for Little White Rabbit, and for me, but I’m more worried about you.

I brought you to the capital city because I wanted you to have a better, happier life and to fulfill your long-cherished wishes.

Yuanyuan, promise me, leave these matters to your man to handle.

Just do what you like, cook if you want to cook, open a shop if you want to open a shop.

Let the Second Prince, the Third Prince be, they’ve got nothing to do with you, okay? "

They’ve got nothing to do with her?

Lin Yuan blinked her eyes and lifted her head to look into Xia Zheng’s seriously earnest eyes.

Although they seemed calm, she knew that the depths were already churning with tumultuous undercurrents.

He was worried about her; he didn’t want her to get involved in these deceitful struggles.

What he hoped for was just to live a quiet life with her, striving for nothing.