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Chapter 1861: The Frail Young Master's Auspicious Beauty Wife 16

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Jin Chen's words completely drew everyone's attention in the shop, and Ye Zining choked, unable to figure out how to rebut.

Ye Zining couldn't possibly, in front of everyone, take off his clothes to prove that this cloak really had a problem.

Moreover, when he reached his hand behind his neck, he only felt an unexplained dampness, more like cold sweat from fright than blood.

Even if he firmly believed Ye Yucí had done it on purpose, he still had to swallow this silent loss.

What's more, the shop was filled with idle gossip that made Ye Zining's anger flare; if it weren't for Duan Linfeng still being here…

Ye Yucí seemed to see his helplessness, loosened her grip on Jin Chen's hand slightly, stepped forward two steps, and in front of everyone patted Ye Zining's shoulder, speaking softly: "Elder brother, don't be upset; if you don't like this outfit, just forget it—I'll personally bring a better one to your manor another day."

Ye Zining's pupils contracted; he slowly lowered his gaze to look at the hand on his shoulder, and the prickling pain returned.

But Ye Yucí quickly withdrew her hand, her eyes flashing with a cold glint.

"Elder brother, see you another day."

"……you."

Ye Zining clearly saw the mockery in his eyes, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

When did this person become so vicious?

All these are underhanded tactics!

Duan Linfeng was still waiting nearby, which helped Ye Zining force himself to calm down; he agreed to go browse ahead with Duan Linfeng, and left the clothing shop without looking back.

"The Ye family really are all so arrogant and overbearing; even the young mistress of the Jin family is this polite—what is this eldest son putting on airs for?"

"The young mistress of the Jin family is also pitiful; fortunately, she turned misfortune into blessing."

"... Yeah, if the young master of the Jin family truly recovered his health, this marriage would be a top-notch match."

The guests' pleasantries gradually faded as Ye Zining left.

Jin Chen couldn't be bothered with the pleasantries, pulling his husband into the inner room.

"Husband." Ye Yucí's expression fully relaxed, her eyes clear and cold, "What did you say just now to… that person beside Ye Zining?"

At that time, he naturally didn't know Duan Linfeng.

Ye Yucí almost let something slip, lightly pressing her thin lips, and only relaxed when she saw Jin Chen hadn't noticed anything.

Jin Chen made a sound of acknowledgment, not paying much mind, pulled his husband to sit on the soft stool in the inner room, coughed a few times, then said: "He said he's some marquis, and will come to our manor another day to sit."

"Anyway, we still have mother in the manor, so we don't need to entertain them."

Jin Chen had faint dark circles under his eyes, perhaps from the wind outside; his throat felt terribly itchy, and he only felt better after sipping hot tea held by his husband's hand.

Ye Yucí hummed in agreement, recalling what Jin Chen had said a few days ago, her heart softened, she shook out the blanket draped on the rack and covered Jin Chen's legs with it.

"Husband, do you want to know what just happened?"

The inner room was warm, and Jin Chen felt a bit lethargic, lazily leaning back, his pale lips curling slightly.

"Come on, tell me—has my A Ci been slaughtering everyone in sight?"

Ye Yucí's previously tense face eased into a smile: "I just scattered some powder on Ye Zining's body; it will make him itch for a while, and if he doesn't scratch, it'll be fine."

But if he scratches, it becomes much worse.

After hearing that, Jin Chen looked at him with genuine feeling and said: "A Ci is truly kind."

Such goodness even lets slip a way to kill without a trace.

Ye Yucí's eyes flickered as she saw Jin Chen's warm, moist gaze, and she suddenly wanted to ask: "Husband, do you not know that besides the Ye family's ill treatment of me, they also harbor deep grudges?"

"Husband, don't you think I'm too ruthless?"

Jin Chen shifted and sat up straight.

"A test from my husband!"

"No." Jin Chen replied with unprecedented decisiveness: "The Ye family's ill treatment of you is reason enough."

Having just said that, he leaned in and kissed the corner of Ye Yucí's mouth, blinked lightly, gazing at him: "I don't care at all about those who are ill toward A Ci."

In the dim indoor light, Jin Chen's brows and eyes appeared even more profound; the corners of his eyes were tinged red from his recent cough, making Ye Yucí stare, somewhat lost in thought.

He reached out, lightly touching Jin Chen's cheek, their shoulders touching, and Jin Chen kissed him several more times.

"All right."

Ye Yucí shyly pushed Jin Chen's shoulder, her face flushed crimson from the kisses; she dared not go out to receive the shop's guests, so she simply stayed in the inner room keeping Jin Chen company for a while.

Until Jin Chen felt a bit bored, his gaze drifted to the several locked chests.

"What are those?"

Ye Yucí: "They're spring and summer garments; Mother said they were originally ordered in a batch by the Liu family, but Lord Liu suddenly got promoted and went to the capital, so this set of clothes was left behind."

Jin Chen suddenly thought of something, opened the chest and pulled out a few sheer gauze outer garments.

Such outer garments are often worn in summer over a sheer long shirt, keeping one cool and not stuffy, while avoiding monotony; they are popular among the young nobles of Chuan Ze Cheng.

But Jin Chen only took the thin shirts, and Ye Yucí helped him steady the chest, inevitably wondering: "Husband, what do you need these clothes for?"

Jin Chen continued gathering, hearing this he smiled and looked up at him: "They're for you to wear."

Ye Yucí looked in disbelief at the translucent thin shirt in his hand; after realizing, the flush that had just faded rose again, and she glared at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen pressed his cheek against his, feeling impulsive yet justified: "A Ci, this is the punishment I mentioned that day."

Ye Yucí: "……"

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