Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

"What are you spreading? If his mouth wasn't so loose, he would have been dead eight hundred times over."

Xiao Fang raised an eyebrow, turned his head to look at her, his gaze filled with his unique sense of self-righteousness.

"I asked the Grand Eunuch for a few of the palace's treasured albums of meticulous figure paintings so that I could study them with the Crown Princess at home. Wouldn't that be a wonderful thing?"

"...You call this a beautiful story?"

"Why aren't you calling?"

Xiao Fang laughed and moved the scroll closer to her, right under her nose.

"Come on, don't just watch it alone, let's study it together."

Look at this, I think it's theoretically feasible, but in practice, the angle might need to be adjusted.

What do you think?

Yun Shuyao turned her face to the side, her earlobes turning almost transparently red.

"Xiao Fang!"

"Okay, okay, I won't watch it then."

He deftly rolled up the scroll and placed it on the table.

It was placed very close, so close that Yun Shuyao could see the two entangled figures on the silk with just a glance.

Xiao Fang turned around, placing one hand on the cushion behind her, enveloping her in his shadow.

The man looked down at his prey, his previous nonchalant smile fading slightly, but the color in his eyes deepened.

"Then I won't watch it."

Xiao Fang lowered his voice, his breath brushing against her ear.

"Let's start practicing."

Yun Shuyao looked up at him and met his eyes, which were very close to hers.

Those eyes held fire, laughter, and a hint of seriousness hidden beneath the playboy exterior.

There was also something that made her heartbeat suddenly become disordered.

Yun Shuyao leaned back instinctively, her back hitting the cushion, with nowhere left to retreat.

Xiao Fang did not rush to make a move.

He reached out, his fingertips gently lifting her chin, his thumb slowly tracing the corner of her lips, as if drawing an extremely delicate painting.

Xiao Fang still had that carefree smile on his lips, his tone both coaxing and enticing.

"Don't be afraid."

The man's voice was deep and resolute.

"Your husband learns quickly, I guarantee he won't let you down."

The hibiscus-scented tent is warm, and the painted scroll is half-unfurled.

The candlelight on the table flickered, casting the two intertwined figures on the silk face in an alternating light and shadow.

Yun Shuyao turned her head in a daze, and her peripheral vision happened to catch a glimpse of a page on the scroll.

That's clearly what's depicted right now.

She buried her face in Xiao Fang's shoulder, her voice barely audible.

"That painting... put it away..."

Xiao Fang lowered his head and placed a kiss on the top of her head, chuckling softly.

"No!"

We'll need to check the second page later.

Now Xiao Fang doesn't need to ask any more questions. He can understand every frown, every breath, every subconscious gesture of agreement or evasion.

His rough fingertips traced her slightly furrowed brow before wiping away a tear that had slipped from the corner of her eye.

Xiao Fang pressed his forehead against hers, their noses rubbing together, their breathing becoming erratic.

"...Can you still handle it?"

His voice was hoarse like a fine ancient zither, extremely rhythmic and incredibly alluring.

Yun Shuyao didn't answer, but instead hooked her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him into a deeper kiss.

The moonlight outside the tent was pale, and the shadows cast on the gauze curtains first overlapped and then undulated.

It took an unknown amount of time before things finally calmed down.

Occasionally, a night breeze would pass by, causing the candlelight to flicker, but inside the gauze curtains, a world of its own awaited.

Warm and humid, filled with the breaths and heartbeats of two people.

Xiao Fang got up first, wrung out a warm towel, and came back.

She was already used to this routine, and lazily lay on the pillow watching him go about his business.

Xiao Fang's knuckles were clearly defined as he twisted the handkerchief, his movements so serious that it didn't seem like someone who had just been intimate with someone, but rather like someone who was completing some important task.

Yun Shuyao laughed out loud as she watched.

"What are you laughing at?"

Xiao Fang turned around, his ears showing a suspicious red.

"Laughing at you."

Yun Shuyao reached out and poked his side with her fingertips, the force as light as a cat's scratch.

"We've been married for so long, and you always clean up the mess so seriously."

Xiao Fang grabbed her mischievous hand, warmed it in his palm, and looked down at her with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence.

"Because it's you."

He spoke in a flat, indifferent tone, as if he were stating something perfectly natural.

Yun Shuyao paused, buried her face in his palm, and mumbled an "Mmm".

The candle flame flickered and crackled, scattering its wick across the table.

The moonlight outside the tent remained the same, but inside, only a peaceful and tranquil silence remained.

The next day.

Xiao Fang woke up as the morning sunlight streamed across the window.

The person beside me was still fast asleep, their eyelashes casting a faint shadow under their eyes.

Her nose brushed against his shoulder, her breath warm and soft.

Xiao Fang stared at the exposed neck outside the blanket for a long time, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily, and he reached into the blanket.

"Stop fooling around..."

Yun Shuyao flinched at the coolness of his fingertips, her voice still soft and sleepy, her eyes still closed.

Xiao Fang chuckled softly, but his hands didn't stop; his fingertips gently traced her waist.

"Don't pretend to be asleep if you're awake."

Yun Shuyao, worn down by his nagging, had no choice but to open her eyes and glare at him reproachfully.

"Just woke up..."

"It's good that you just woke up."

Xiao Fang pulled her into his arms, his nose touching hers, his breath slightly hoarse from the early morning.

"Last night, were you also...?"

Yun Shuyao's face flushed red, and she reached out to push him away.

"Don't tell anyone..."

"Why can't I say?"

Xiao Fang took her hand and pressed it to the side of the pillow, then leaned down to kiss the corner of her lips, one kiss after another, as light as a feather tickling her heart.

"When you say 'slow down,' your voice is as soft as sugar; and..."

"Shut up!"

Yun Shuyao was speechless, so she turned her head away, her ears turning so red they looked like they could bleed.

Xiao Fang, however, did not let her go, chasing after her earlobe with kisses, his voice extremely low, carrying a hint of roguish coaxing.

"Shuyao, tell me, do you like it?"

Yun Shuyao pursed her lips and remained silent, her eyelashes trembling like a startled butterfly.

"Not going to tell?"

Xiao Fang raised an eyebrow and suddenly pinched her waist lightly with his fingertips.

"ah!"

Caught off guard, Yun Shuyao let out a soft exclamation, slightly breathy with a rising tone at the end, like a feather tickling his heart.

Xiao Fang chuckled softly, his chest trembling with laughter, the sound of his laughter clearly visible against her skin.

"Sweetie, tell me."

Xiao Fang leaned close to her ear, his breath making her earlobe burn.

Say it just once, I want to hear it.

Yun Shuyao was at her wits' end by his persistent pursuit, feeling both ashamed and angry, yet she couldn't resist the bright, expectant look in his eyes.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke in a barely audible voice.

"……like."

Those two words made the man's eyes light up like falling stars.

Xiao Fang stopped teasing her and just lowered his head to kiss her, a deep and urgent kiss filled with barely suppressed joy.

His hand moved very gently, merely supporting her back lightly, as if afraid of breaking some precious treasure.

"I knew it."

He was panting, his nose brushing against her cheek, his tone carrying a childlike smugness.

"You like it too, don't you?"

Yun Shuyao didn't answer, but snuggled closer to him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile.

"Go wash up quickly, isn't today the day the Inspection Department is to hang its plaque?"

Xiao Fang took Yun Shuyao's finger and kissed it, then stopped nagging her and nimbly got out of bed.

"That's right, today is a good day for me and my brothers."

Xiao Fang paused, then turned to look at Yun Shuyao.

"On the first day the Supervisory Department opened, the Zhao family was the first to be dealt with."

Xiao Fang's expression turned cold, and that familiar sneer returned to his face.

"Let them know what happens when they dare to upset my wife!"