Fairy, I am truly a virtuous gentleman!

"My name is Ning Yuan. I am far from having any real talent or learning. I just enjoy reading."

Ning Yuan remained humble.

The woman in white blinked her beautiful eyes and said in a clear voice, "I am the organizer of this literary gathering, and my surname is Chu."

After a moment, Ning Yuan asked in astonishment, "You are that Master Chu?"

The woman in white nodded slightly, and just then, a gentle breeze blew by, removing the veil covering her face.

His bones were heavy, his spirit cold, and his eyes were like pools of autumn water.

A delicate and beautiful face, as pure and refined as the snow and ice of the Tianshan Mountains, bloomed before the boy's eyes like a blue lotus or a pink lotus.

In the fleeting glances, her eyes shimmered, her hair turned slightly gray, and the beauty was naturally affectionate.

The girl was quick-witted and nimble; before the veil could even float to the ground, she grabbed it back into her hand and put it back on.

Chu Dajia apologized, "I'm really sorry, but I don't show my true face because it would cause some unnecessary trouble."

Ning Yuan suppressed the amazement in his eyes and echoed, "I understand."

But he quickly changed the subject, praising, "However, I really didn't expect that this renowned talented woman in the capital would also possess such stunning beauty. How can she possibly accept this?"

Looking at the young man's refined and handsome appearance, Chu Dajia smiled and unconsciously added a touch of reproach to her tone.

"I thought Young Master Ning was a refined person, but I didn't expect him to also enjoy making such jokes."

Ning Yuan chuckled and said, "It's appreciated by both the refined and the common."

After saying that, he suddenly waved his hand, his expression returning to calm.

"Then I shall take my leave. My beloved wife awaits me at home, and I dare not cause her any worry."

Upon hearing this, the previously relaxed and gentle Chu Dajia's expression froze, as if she had been immobilized.

"Young Master Ning, you're so young, yet you're already married?"

She said stiffly.

Ning Yuan nodded gently, "She is a very good person. I am able to focus on my studies at home thanks to her."

Chu Dajia lowered her head slightly, and as the sun set, a shadow quietly crept up the hem of her skirt.

"In that case, we will not keep Young Master Ning any longer. We will have another opportunity to exchange ideas in the future. Have a safe journey."

"Um."

Ning Yuan is gone.

Just as when he came, he did not take away a single cloud.

The Chu family stood still, their gaze serene as they looked at the spring scenery that filled the garden before them.

This manor was one of her private residences, a gift from a prince who admired her.

The garden contains special plants transplanted from the south, and is surrounded and irrigated by warm water, so it remains evergreen all year round.

Unable to refuse, she frequently held literary gatherings there, recommending outstanding individuals to serve under the prince, and profited greatly. Over time, she ended up owing favors to others.

Otherwise, given her reputation, how could there not be any scoundrels with ulterior motives harassing her?

"Of all these bright and beautiful flowers, which ones truly belong here...?"

The girl murmured softly.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded.

"Miss! Miss! So you've been here!"

A maid in green saw Master Chu and her eyes lit up. She hurried over.

As she approached, she complained softly, "Miss, you haven't been here all day, and those guys have practically turned the place upside down!"

Chu looked back, as if she had just realized what was happening.

"Ah, it's Xiao Zhu."

The maid in green, known as Xiao Zhu, had dignified features and a tall, voluptuous figure, especially her breasts, which were heavy and bulging, attracting considerable attention.

Xiao Zhu seemed to only then notice her young mistress's unusual behavior and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, young mistress?"

"...It's nothing."

Chu Dajia turned her gaze back to the manor, but after a short while, she suddenly asked, "Is there someone named Ning Yuan on the invitation list for this literary gathering?"

Xiao Zhu frowned and pondered for a moment before saying, "It seems... there is such a person."

"Go and investigate this person for me. Don't disturb them; just get their basic identity information."

Xiao Zhu's face showed slight surprise.

It's rare to see my young lady so interested in a man.

She couldn't help but ask, "Miss, is there anything special about this person?"

"Nothing special... it's just that he felt like an old friend I'd known for a long time, very familiar."

Chu Dajia spoke in a calm tone, as if reminiscing or mourning.

Why is this happening?

It was only our first time meeting...

...

...

The alley was deep and dark. Ning Yuan quietly pushed open the courtyard gate and gently bolted it shut.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a stunningly beautiful figure.

The courtyard was just as quiet as the alleyway outside the gate.

It was so quiet that the bustling crowds and wisps of smoke from the distant market were merely a landscape painting unfolding before the heavens and earth.

The sky was now a few shades darker than before.

The crimson glow of the setting sun grew ever more intense, as if layers of mysterious blood-red light were laid down, illuminating that peerless, stunningly beautiful face.

The snow-white smoothness and the crimson red blended together, transforming into an unbearable nobility.

But... no matter how noble she was, it couldn't hide the fact that the beautiful woman was sitting on a small stool, leaning against a doorpost, nodding and dozing off.

Ning Yuan sighed, stepped forward, and picked the other person up in his arms.

Her soft body resembled a wisp of fragrant willow catkins.

Such a commotion naturally woke Lingjiang.

She nestled in Ning Yuan's arms, squinted her eyes, and tried to make her expression serious.

Little did they know, this would only make them appear even more charming and alluring.

"Where did you go? Why are you so late?"

The woman clearly didn't speak, but Ning Yuan could still glean the meaning from her words.

He pursed his lips and said, "I apologize, I encountered a learned gentleman and didn't notice the time."

Upon hearing the boy's answer, the seriousness on Ling Jiang's face instantly melted away like ice and snow.

She affectionately pinched Ning Yuan's cheek and said, "Judging from your appearance, you probably haven't eaten yet, right? There's still some food warming up in the stove. I'll go get it for you."

Ning Yuan looked at the beauty in his arms, but did not let go.

"What's wrong?"

Now it was Ling Jiang who began to have doubts.

Immediately afterward, Ning Yuan leaned close to her ear, his breath hot as he said, "I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat..."

Having said that, he lifted the woman's skirt and reached inside.

"Mmm..."

Ling Jiang let out a soft moan, her red lips slightly parted, her body soft and supple, her alluring eyes gazing at the handsome young man holding her.

"Whatever you say..."

The two figures disappeared into the courtyard, and when they reappeared, they were on a bed with swaying curtains, surrounded by clothes scattered all over the floor.

...

...

A few days later.

thump thump thump one by one

Lingjiang opened the door and looked curiously at the visitors outside.

Who are you looking for?

The woman in blue gave a reserved smile.

"I'm here on behalf of my master to specially invite Young Master Ning to visit us."