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Ever since Young Master Wuhen had stayed behind, Liu Limin suddenly felt her life was becoming increasingly bleak.

First, Lady Fan mysteriously managed to uncover everything about Young Master Wuhen, from his ancestors eighteen generations back to how many acres of land and cows his family owned.

Not to mention his parents and siblings, she even inquired about all the distant relatives who were so remotely connected that they couldn’t be reached by taking countless twists and turns.

Then there were Zhao Suxin and Jeng Ruyue, who were carting in fabric and cotton to the house all day, endlessly pondering over the latest popular designs together, determined to make Liu Limin’s wedding the most extraordinary celebration any bride had ever had.

What was more troublesome for Liu Limin was that even her father and two brothers got involved in the affair, along with those two rascals—her nephews—who kept hovering around Young Master Wuhen day after day.

But what surprised Liu Limin the most was that Young Master Wuhen, who seemed untainted by worldly dust, didn’t show any dissatisfaction with the family’s close siege, but appeared to be quite enjoying it.

Regarding this, Liu Limin maliciously assumed he must have grown up in a broken home, never having experienced the care of parents or siblings.

Watching Young Master Wuhen cheerfully sipping on the chicken soup that Lady Fan had sent from Liu Family Village, Liu Limin reaffirmed her suspicion, "This guy is starved of love since childhood!"

However, even with the family’s enthusiastic approach, it couldn’t solve the big problem for Liu Limin.

Ever since he had stayed at Liu’s Brewery, Young Master Wuhen had been following her around all day, with a perfect grasp of where the best wine was in the brewery, which was the freshest, and which were the aged brews.

Not only did he have a perfect grasp, but he also drank happily!

Regarding Young Master Wuhen’s seemingly bottomless appetite, Liu Limin went from initial shock to heartache; her precious wine was being guzzled away by this inexplicable fellow!

Liu Limin more than once demanded silver from him, but every time, he brushed her off with a light remark, "Compensate me for my clothes, and I’ll give you the silver."

Helpless yet unwilling to let it go, Liu Limin finally exploded after he ruined a jar of excellent wine she had hidden in her boudoir for years.

"Just a piece of clothing? Fine, I’ll compensate!"

Liu Limin was so furious her eyes nearly bulged out. She stretched out her hand to rummage fiercely through Young Master Wuhen’s clothes, cursing for relief while she tore at his outfits, "You bastard! Vampire! How dare you drink my wine! How dare you!"

Wuhen was caught off guard by her sudden frenzy, quickly covering his vitals and desperately dodging.

The outer robe he had worn in the wine cellar the last time was already torn and tattered. Now, he was only wearing a long robe held together with a waistband—if she pulled any harder, he would indeed have nothing left to wear!

"Let go, let go of me now! Ouch, you hooligan woman, do you have a hobby of stripping people’s clothes off? Are you, are you even a woman?"

Liu Limin sneered, lifted her head to look at someone’s panicked handsome face, and laugh with a vile joy, "Oh, now you realize I’m not a woman? Didn’t you ask me to compensate for your clothes? Well, I’ll compensate!"

"I, I meant for you to compensate me for my clothes, not for you to strip them off me! You, you let go!"

Young Master Wuhen’s eyes widened in fear.

For some reason, Liu Limin’s previous smile sent chills down his spine.

After spending these past days with her, he had understood more about the woman in front of him: not only did she brew great wine, but she was also very clever and resolute, a quality that matched men.

But she had always remained unwed, which reassured him enough to stay.

Even when facing Liu Limin’s parents and family members, he wasn’t worried because he knew that she, like him, had no desire to marry.

But now, he was suddenly afraid, feeling uneasy, as though he might have misjudged the situation.

The cunning in Liu Limin’s eyes flickered. Her hand didn’t stop; it went for his waistband and yanked it hard. The waistband, already loosely tied around someone’s waist, dropped to the floor immediately after her tug, and Young Master Wuhen’s robe came loose, its neckline spilling open.

"You! You!" Wuhen looked down at his collar and then at the unfastened belt on the ground, "You hooligan!"

Liu Limin pursed her lips, "You’ve said that already, can’t you think of something else?"

With that, she flipped her hand, ready to snatch someone’s trousers.

"Let go of me!"

"Why should I let go? Didn’t you ask me to compensate for your clothes? If you don’t give me a piece as reference, how would I know what material your clothes are made of? Come on, take off your pants, so I can buy you a new outfit!"