“Since you’re coming over, just get on already. What’s with the dawdling?”
Feng Moli watched as Leng Mingye, after being questioned by the princess, wore an expression as if he’d eaten something foul. Though he was walking away, his eyes lingered on his niece with unmistakable reluctance, making Feng Moli roughly grasp the situation.
So, the illustrious young master of the estate was actually this clingy with his wife? Feng Moli couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.
When Leng Mingye reached the carriage, he turned back to look at Wanqing, only to see her holding the princess’s hand as they boarded the carriage together, chatting and laughing. His gaze, especially when it landed on the princess holding Wanqing’s hand, was practically murderous.
Unable to hold back, Feng Moli let out a soft laugh and teased, “Honestly, they’re both women. What’s the need to cling to each other like that? I can get on by myself—no need to rush me.”
Leng Mingye knew full well that his mother-in-law held the highest authority, but seeing Feng Liusu chatting and laughing with Wanqing, their hands intertwined, filled him with indescribable discomfort. His thoughts spilled out in a mutter. Hearing Feng Moli’s remark, he shot him an unamused look, lifted the hem of his robe, and boarded the carriage.
Though seated, his eyes remained fixed on Wanqing and her mother.
“Look at you, Mingye. You seem out of sorts—didn’t sleep well last night? Or did my niece bully you?”
Feng Moli couldn’t help but laugh at the childish way Leng Mingye’s gaze followed Wanqing, even making her own mother—his royal sister—jealous. Though she understood his behavior stemmed from deep affection for her niece, the way he glared at Wanqing as if she were cheating, treating even the princess as an enemy, was too much.
Seeing him sit beside her, distracted and practically radiating resentment, Feng Moli couldn’t resist teasing, “Well?”
“Hmm?”
Leng Mingye snapped out of his thoughts, recalling his earlier emotions. Suppressing his overwhelming possessiveness and jealousy, he calmly lowered his lashes and countered, “Is that so?”
“Isn’t it? That look on your face—anyone who knows you would think you’re madly in love with your wife, but those who don’t might assume something else. And to act this way toward my royal sister? You’re truly hopeless. The esteemed young master of the Ji Estate, known for clinging to his wife and even getting jealous of his mother-in-law—people would laugh themselves silly if they heard.”
Even as Leng Mingye regained his composure, his gaze remained fixed on Wanqing. Feng Moli couldn’t resist a light, mocking laugh. “What, can’t I be jealous? You all know we’ve only been married for three days. Aside from the first day when you gave us some privacy, you’ve been monopolizing her ever since. Is this how family should act? Once Wanqing married me, she became my wife. Yet you all insist on keeping her close… Forget it. Pretend I said nothing. Honestly, why sit so close? That infuriating girl—her heart and eyes are only for her mother. She won’t even glance at me.”
Feng Moli’s words made Leng Mingye’s handsome face flush with embarrassment.
Though annoyed that his feelings had been exposed, he couldn’t help but think: Wanqing was his wife. They’d only been married three days, yet these people kept interfering. If this continued, they’d never have any time alone.
The thought alone made his temper flare. Unable to hold back, he snapped at Feng Moli, only to regret his impulsive words immediately after. His expression darkened, but his eyes remained glued to Wanqing and her mother in the opposite carriage as he muttered under his breath.
“Hah! This is too funny. Leng Mingye, don’t you find yourself ridiculous? My sister only has one daughter—what’s wrong with her riding in the same carriage? And here you are, full of complaints. Honestly, do all married men act like you? So possessive of their wives?”
Leng Mingye’s grumbling finally broke Feng Moli’s composure, and he burst into laughter. Even as he was mocked, Leng Mingye kept staring at Wanqing. Annoyed, Feng Moli yanked the carriage curtain shut, blocking his view. When Leng Mingye shot him an angry glare, Feng Moli smirked.
“You—! So what if I care about her? What if I’m clingy? Someone like you, who doesn’t understand love, could never comprehend. Let go—I’m opening the curtain!”
Seeing Feng Moli deliberately obstruct his view, Leng Mingye’s expression darkened. He reached to pull the curtain back, but Feng Moli blocked him.
Their tempers flared, and they exchanged a few quick strikes inside the carriage. When Feng Moli still refused to release the curtain, Leng Mingye lashed out with a palm strike—only for Feng Moli to counter smoothly, having anticipated the move.
Their clash sent a tremor through the carriage.
“What are you two doing?!”
Wanqing and her mother, who had been chatting and enjoying the pastries Leng Mingye had prepared, suddenly felt the carriage shake. Exchanging a puzzled glance, Wanqing called out to them.
“Oh, it’s nothing. We just got a little carried away talking. You two seem to be enjoying yourselves…”
At Wanqing’s question, Feng Moli finally relented with a smile. Leng Mingye hastily pulled the curtain open, his face apologetic as he met his wife’s gaze.
“Haha, all thanks to you, right? My mother was just praising your thoughtfulness. The carriage is about to move—we’ll go ahead first.”
Wanqing chuckled at Leng Mingye’s explanation, then waved at them as her carriage pulled away.
“Wan— Ugh.”
Leng Mingye watched helplessly as Wanqing fluttered away like a butterfly, leaving him behind. The sight of her smiling face disappearing made his expression sour as if he’d swallowed a fly.
“Hah! You’re so devoted to my niece, yet she doesn’t seem to care much. Looks like you’ve still got work to do, Young Master.”
Feng Moli couldn’t resist mocking Leng Mingye’s sulking.
“Wanqing cherishes me deeply, and she’s a filial daughter. You’re not me—how would you know how she feels? Seems Uncle here has never experienced love and has no idea what it means.”
Though Leng Mingye was frustrated by how much he missed Wanqing after just a short separation, he smirked confidently at Feng Moli, reveling in his own happiness.
“Who says I don’t understand love? Even if I haven’t experienced it, if I truly cared for a woman, I’d respect her feelings and her family. Not like you—after just a few days, you treat her like your property, even denying her family the right to be close to her. Is that love? That’s just possessiveness.”
Feng Moli’s retort struck a nerve. Though Leng Mingye’s attachment to Wanqing surprised him, the way he monopolized her still irked Feng Moli.
“Am I really that overbearing? There’s no point arguing with someone who doesn’t understand love.”
Leng Mingye huffed, turning away. Feng Moli’s accusations stung, especially since he knew the man had deliberately stirred trouble between him and Wanqing. But arguing further was futile.
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