Chapter 46: Satisfying Her Little Quirk

Outside the house.

Qing'er, Xiang Lan, and a little Sizi tiptoeing on her feet, the three had their ears pressed tightly against the door, eavesdropping on the conversation inside.

Because Chen Yan's house was relatively large and the door was a bit far away, the three didn't hear much.

They only heard the two seem to want to talk, and then intermittent conversation sounds came through.

Qing'er and Xiang Lan exchanged a glance.

Both were overjoyed.

Hearing the movement inside, it seemed the two weren't about to fight; instead, they were preparing to have a proper talk.

How could they not be delighted?

To Xiang Lan, Chen Yan was the future husband the princess would marry, and her future master.

She naturally hoped Princess Gao Yang could get along well with Chen Yan, not arguing little every day, big every two days, and fighting outright every three days.

Only if the two masters got along well would she have good days.

As for Qing'er, the situation was similar.

Gao Yang was her young master's wife, her future mother-in-law.

She likewise didn't want Chen Yan to constantly fight with Gao Yang.

Otherwise, who would be anxious and worried but her?

But...... before the two could be happy for long, a sharp scream from Gao Yang came from inside the room, followed immediately by a familiar slapping sound.

Xiang Lan: "......"

Qing'er: "......"

Well, they got happy too early!

"Young master, young master!" Qing'er pounded on the door, tears welling up, "Can't you stop hitting?"

"I'm begging you, Qing'er, come out quickly!"

Xiang Lan was anxious as fire; she had already heard Chen Yan hit Gao Yang once before, and now it was happening again—how could her princess endure this?

"Lord Bo, please spare the princess."

"I guarantee I will properly persuade the princess from now on, never kick your door again—please let the princess go, okay?"

"......"

"Hah!" Listening to the outside sounds, Chen Yan gave a cold laugh and completely ignored them.

He slapped down, leaving Gao Yang with no spirit left.

"You damn well keep pushing your luck—do you really think I have a good temper?"

"Right or wrong?"

"What did I do wrong?" Gao Yang had tears in her eyes, stubbornly refusing to admit fault.

She really couldn't understand how a person's attitude could change so quickly.

Obviously, just a moment ago she was all refined and elegant, the next moment she reverted to her original self.

She could no longer tell which was the real Chen Yan.

"I'm asking you, not letting you ask me!"

Chen Yan glared, threw down the death‑exemption gold medal, and switched to using his palm.

"Right or wrong, I'm asking you if you're right or wrong?!"

Gao Yang instantly felt her mind go almost completely blank.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I suffering?

Gao Yang's pretty cheek pressed against the table, her body gone completely limp, feeling she couldn't muster a shred of strength.

Hearing Chen Yan's demand, she instinctively said, "Wrong...... wrong!"

"Knowing you're wrong, what should you say?"

"Say, say what?"

"Say sorry, you little idiot!"

"Oh oh, right...... sorry!"

"Hmm, the young can be taught." Chen Yan nodded in satisfaction and sat back down in his chair.

Now he finally figured out Gao Yang's temperament.

Simply put, when facing a woman like Gao Yang, you must never indulge her too much.

Otherwise, give her a little color and she'll immediately set up a dye shop.

You must hit her with a stick, then give her a sweet date, repeating this process over and over before she'll become obedient.

After thinking it over carefully, Chen Yan suddenly realized Gao Yang was actually not bad.

If you can make her truly like you.

She will truly go crazy for you!

Simply put, Gao Yang can be dealt with, but you need to add a few little tricks.

Turning his gaze to Gao Yang still sitting at the table, seeing her clueless and at a loss, Chen Yan reached out and helped her up.

But I don't know what's wrong with Gao Yang; she seems completely weak.

As soon as he helped her up, her whole body leaned into Chen Yan's embrace.

Gao Yang still hadn't recovered from the earlier shock, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy, curling up in his chest like a frightened little beast.

"Did it crash?"

Chen Yan scratched his head, gazing at the beautiful princess in his arms; after a moment's thought, he let out a long sigh.

Then I can only inconvenience myself to help you start it.

Speaking, he had not a hint of hesitation or doubt, bent down, and pressed his lips to her cherry-small mouth.

Princess Gao Yang, upon hearing Chen Yan's words, had almost regained her senses.

But the next second, she found her vermilion lips pried open by warm moisture, and her brain crashed again.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment; aside from the knocking of the two maids outside, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Not knowing how long had passed, Princess Gao Yang suddenly awoke, feeling a pair of warm large hands roaming over her body, and in a panic she pushed Chen Yan away.

"You... you... you..."

Princess Gao Yang panted heavily, her words incoherent as she straightened her clothes.

Chen Yan gave an embarrassed cough and explained, "Just a little—my hand might have a mind of its own; I really didn't mean to."

"You have to believe me!"

"You... you scoundrel!" Princess Gao Yang finally managed to utter, her voice trembling even as she cursed.

She frantically turned her back, afraid he would see her flushed, frightening cheeks.

Having quickly tidied her clothes, she turned and gave Chen Yan a fierce glare, then hurriedly ran to open the door.

Seeing this, Xiang Lan felt a surge of joy and quickly asked, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Princess Gao Yang took a deep breath, feigning calm, and said, "What could possibly happen to me?"

"Let's go, back to the palace!"

Having said that, she walked straight out of the room, and as she passed Xiao Sizi, she gently rubbed the little one's head.

After doing all that, she walked toward the Bo Mansion's exterior with extremely unnatural movements.

Xiang Lan's mouth twitched; this certainly doesn't look like nothing's wrong, does it?

Not to mention your face flushed like that, just the way you're walking is off.

It's exactly like how you looked after being beaten in the imperial palace that day.

Xiang Lan sighed helplessly, understanding that the princess had surely been beaten, and the one who did it was none other than the Marquis of Weinan; as a mere maid, she couldn't say much more.

She gave a slight bow to Chen Yan, who had just come out of the room, then hurriedly followed her own princess.

"Young master, you..."

Qing'er was about to speak when Chen Yan waved his hand, cutting her off, and shouted toward Princess Gao Yang's back, "Your Highness, welcome to visit my humble home again next time."

"By the way, remember to convey my respects to His Majesty."

Princess Gao Yang's steps paused, and she left without looking back.

Fearing he might anger Princess Gao Yang, Qing'er hastily grabbed his hand, saying, "Young master, say a little less; if the princess really files a complaint with His Majesty, you're likely to get nothing good."

"Don't worry." Chen Yan gave a light smile, "Princess Gao Yang definitely won't go file a complaint; she might even be secretly pleased."

"Ah?"

Qing'er blinked, hesitated a moment, then asked in confusion, "Why?"

"What else could it be?" Chen Yan tapped Qing'er's head, crouched down, and picked up Xiao Sizi.

"Because I satisfied her little quirk!"

"........."