Thrown out of the house, the wet nurse enters the noble household and becomes a person of high statu

The weather was fine, and Liu Wenying sat down at her desk with her pen, sketching on the paper.

Several rolls of silk samples were piled on the desk; they were all new materials from the estate.

She designs innovative patterns, and her businesses have been able to gain a foothold in the capital not only because of the quality of the materials, but also because of the unique and novel designs.

Someone entered the room, not too loudly, but Liu Wenying remained focused and didn't even look up.

"Ling'er, bring me the scroll flower pattern I drew yesterday."

The newcomer stopped beside her, casting a long shadow onto the Xuan paper.

Liu Wenying looked up and saw Pei Yaojun dressed in a dark red outfit, with a sword still at his waist and sweat on his forehead, clearly having just returned from training.

Liu Wenying put down her pen. "Why is Third Master here?"

"I've come to get some water."

Liu Wenying poured a cup of cool tea from the teapot and handed it over, then poured herself a cup as well.

Pei Yaojun took the tea, tilted his head back, and drank it. A drop of tea slid down his chin and into his collar.

He finished his drink, placed the empty cup on the table, and looked at Liu Wenying.

Seeing that he was drinking so quickly, Liu Wenying held up the teapot and asked, "Is it not enough? Would you like some more?"

"Don't worry about you, just drink your own."

Liu Wenying was somewhat puzzled, but she still picked up her glass.

As she took a sip, Pei Yaojun grabbed her chin and kissed her without saying a word.

With just the right amount of force, it swept away the aroma of tea from her lips and teeth.

The slightly cool tea was poured over him, mixed with his hot breath.

Liu Wenying was startled and tried to push him away, but he held the back of her head and deepened the tea-scented kiss.

After a long while, he finally released her, wiping the moisture from the corner of her lips with his thumb.

"That's how you quench your thirst."

Liu Wenying's eyelashes trembled slightly. She raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder, her eyes slightly red. "Third Master, stop fooling around. I have important things to do."

Pei Yaojun stopped abruptly, but did not move away; their noses almost touched, and his breath was warm.

"You do your thing, I'll just watch."

After he finished speaking, he indeed retreated to the opposite side of the table and behaved himself.

Liu Wenying believed it to be true, composed herself, and picked up her pen again.

But she could feel the intense, direct gaze fixed firmly on her.

Pei Yaojun simply rested his chin on the edge of the table and stared straight at her.

His gaze was pure and intense, revealing undisguised lust and joy, making Liu Wenying feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Third Master, please don't look at me like that, it makes me uncomfortable..."

Pei Yaojun asked knowingly, "Why? Yingying told me, but I don't understand."

Liu Wenying's voice was weak, "It's like...it's like they're going to eat you up."

He chuckled, then suddenly leaned closer and kissed the fingers holding her pen.

Wild yet not violent, desirous yet not vulgar, it can stir the heartstrings.

Liu Wenying's fingers went numb, and the pen almost slipped from her hand and rolled away. She could no longer maintain her composure.

"Third Master, I really can't draw the patterns like this."

Pei Yaojun grasped her wrist and took the pen away. "Then let's not draw."

The calligraphy brush was placed on the brush mountain, and even across the table, Liu Wenying felt as if he could pull her into his arms.

"No, we need these patterns for next season."

"But I finally have a few days of free time, Yingying should at least keep me company."

He spoke with a wronged tone, like a big dog that had been begging for food but hadn't gotten any.

Liu Wenying softened and compromised, saying, "Then how about I finish painting it first?"

Pei Yaojun stared at her for a long time before letting go: "Okay."

He stepped aside, no longer facing Liu Wenying, and stopped staring at her directly. Liu Wenying regained her composure and continued drawing the patterns.

The room was quiet and peaceful, with only the sound of a pen gliding across the paper.

The sunlight gradually shifted, moving from the desk to her shoulder. She painted with such focus that she gradually forgot there were other people in the room.

With the final stroke lifted, Liu Wenying breathed a long sigh of relief; she had finally finished the painting.

The room was quiet, and there was no movement beside me for a long time; it was unusually quiet.

Liu Wenying felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, and when she looked back, she felt a slight tug on her scalp.

"Don't move yet, it'll be ready soon."

Unbeknownst to her, Pei Yaojun had already appeared behind her.

Bored out of his mind, he secretly braided her hair while she was painting at her desk.

The hands that wield knives and swords are hardly suited for domestic chores; the braids they create are crooked, loose, and disheveled.

But he was exceptionally serious, so serious that it was almost endearing.

"Is Third Master using me as a practice subject?"

Pei Yaojun looked at her, still holding the end of her hair in her hand, and asked, "Are you finished drawing?"

Liu Wenying nodded and reached out to free her hair and remove it.

"Don't take it apart, I've been weaving it for a long time."

"I have never seen a man braid a woman's hair."

"Now you've seen it, and I'm happy to, I like it."

A bird flew past the window, startling the branches, but Liu Wenying let it go and sat there obediently.

"Why isn't Third Master busy with other matters? Instead, he's wasting all his time on my worries."

"What do you mean by 'wasting'? I came here specifically to see you."

Finally finished braiding, Pei Yaojun gently placed it behind her head, and led her to the dressing table to see his handiwork.

Liu Wenying looked in the mirror and laughed out loud.

Pei Yaojun lost face, his expression darkening slightly. "This is my first time making this up, don't laugh at me."

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh, pfft..."

Liu Wenying tried harder to suppress her laughter, but she couldn't.

Pei Yaojun simply kissed her, and Liu Wenying's soft laughter was drowned out by his mouth.

The crooked braid came undone, and the long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall.

……

After Liu Wenying finished her business, Pei Yaojun took her out of the manor and into the busiest streets and alleys of the capital.

Shops lined the streets, carriages and horses came and went, and people thronged the streets.

Liu Wenying hadn't strolled around so casually in a while, and everything she saw was new and exciting.

She stopped in front of a stall selling beaded flowers and picked up a butterfly hairpin to examine it closely.

The butterfly wings, made of silver thread, are as thin as cicada wings, trembling and lifelike.

"like?"

Liu Wenying nodded and then shook her head, "It's beautiful, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Yaojun had already taken out the money and handed it to the stall owner, saying, "Wrap it up."

Liu Wenying quickly stopped him, "Third Master, I haven't..."

Pei Yaojun took the beaded flower and placed it in her hair. "It looks really good on you. It's on me."

"Huh?"

From seeing it to checking out and making the purchase, it only takes a few words.

After paying, Pei Yaojun led Liu Wenying on a walk forward.

When she tried on lipsticks at the rouge shop, she hesitated and couldn't choose a color, so he directly asked the shop assistant to pack a box each of pomegranate red, cherry red, and begonia red.

As she passed by the bookstore, she glanced at the newly published painting manual a couple more times. When she turned back, he had already paid for it.

Finally, with her hands full of bags and packages, Liu Wenying felt quite embarrassed. "Third Master, this is already enough..."

"That's not enough! If you like it, I can buy the whole street."

Liu Wenying laughed, but didn't think he was lying.

Master Pei always meant what he said.

The two continued strolling, when suddenly dark clouds gathered and raindrops began to fall without warning.

Pedestrians on the street cried out and scattered to find shelter from the rain. Pei Yaojun pulled her to the nearest eaves.

The corridor was already crowded with people. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and water was pouring down from the eaves, splashing white water droplets on the ground.

As more and more people gathered, Liu Wenying was squeezed so much that she could hardly stand.

Pei Yaojun pulled her into his arms, using his body to separate her from the crowd.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, protecting her like a wall, so that no matter how much others squeezed, they couldn't touch her at all.

Liu Wenying looked up at him, her forehead wet with rain, a few strands of black hair clinging to her cheeks, making her eyebrows and eyes even more beautiful.

A surge of emotion welled up within her, and Liu Wenying suddenly stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

Pei Yaojun froze, looked down at her, his peach blossom eyes wide and bright as if struck by lightning.

Before Liu Wenying's heels even touched the ground, he grabbed her waist and kissed her lips.

There were other people in the corridor. Liu Wenying was extremely embarrassed and tried to push him away, but she couldn't budge him at all.

Whispers came from the side, such as "in broad daylight," "how indecent," "immoral," "you'll get struck by lightning," and so on...

Liu Wenying felt as if she were soaking in hot water, so hot that she buried her face in his chest.

Driven by a fierce desire to protect his wife, Pei Yaojun's cold gaze swept towards the source of the voice. "Who dares to object?"

He had crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood at Tiema Pass, his aura of killing intent emanating from him, silencing the surrounding chatter.

Liu Wenying tugged at his sleeve, "Third Master, stop being so angry, the rain is about to stop, let's go."

With the comforting words of the woman in his arms, Pei Yaojun suppressed his fierce and sharp edge, and said, "Alright, I'll listen to you."

…………